Chapter 77: The Battle of Life and Death

Chapter 77: The Battle of Life and Death

Through the authority of the Contract Godhood, Tang En could clearly sense that every moment, over ten million Believers were borrowing the power of the divine spark.

The Source Essence that surged toward him was nearly eight times what he had at his peak.

"What happened?" Tang En was stunned.

When he carefully perceived the internet network constructed within the Contract Godhood, he was utterly shocked!

He couldn’t believe that the Contract authority could be used in such a way?

Even more unbelievable was that it could construct such a vast network linking tens of millions of Believers.

And most unimaginable of all, the Believers would willingly offer their Source Essence with such devotion.

Though the Source Essence contributed by each Believer was minuscule, when the number of Believers reached the tens of millions—and every single one was in a constant state of "prayer"—the torrent of Source Essence surged like tidal waves, one after another!

He abruptly looked up at Yu Sheng'an, his expression a mix of disbelief and ecstatic joy.

"Hahaha! I never expected—never expected—that you would uncover a new use for the Contract Godhood! Hahaha… Wonderful, absolutely wonderful! This is nothing short of a delightful surprise! Hahaha…"

Overwhelming elation flooded Tang En’s heart.

But suddenly, before his joy could fully settle, terror flashed in his eyes.

His expression twisted into something bizarre.

A light—indescribable and impossible to look at directly—emerged from his body once more and flew toward Yu Sheng'an.

It was the Contract Godhood.

"No!" Tang En roared in fury, frantically burning his stored Source Essence to maintain the execution of the Inheritance Contract.

Immediately, the Contract Godhood flying toward Yu Sheng'an halted mid-air.

Yet it did not return to him. Instead, it hovered between the two of them, flickering unpredictably—now here, now there.

Tang En was horrified. "How can this be?"

Seated upon the divine throne, Yu Sheng'an bared his teeth in a savage grin. "The Contract Godhood is yours, but the Internet Godhood is mine."

"Wordplay? No… impossible! That’s a false name—it holds no contractual power!"

"Nothing is impossible! A name is just a label. The more lives that recognize it, the more the false becomes real. I have thirty million Believers as my anchor—this is my sword! The crown that belongs to me will return to me in the end."

Yu Sheng'an’s face was wild as he burned his vast reserves of Source Essence without restraint, using the contract as a rope to wrest away the divine spark.

"No! The Godhood is mine!"

Tang En’s eyes bulged as he howled, burning his own Source Essence just as desperately to seize control.

For a moment, the Contract Godhood trembled violently between them.

Then—

The formless light, like a dividing cell, gradually split into two under the flawless logic of their opposing contracts.

This was the divine spark’s self-resolution.

To satisfy both contracts simultaneously, it had to divide into the "Contract Godhood" and the "Internet Godhood."

Yet the two Godhoods remained tenuously connected, for there were essential authorities within each that could not be cleanly separated.

Unless one side willingly relinquished those authorities—

Or unless one side exhausted their Source Essence, allowing the other to twist the contract.

"Die!"

"Perish!"

Two shouts rang out in unison.

Soul dizziness!

Infrasound!

A spell and a divine technique erupted abruptly, crossing paths to strike their respective masters.

For a fleeting moment, the divided Contract Godhood fell silent.

Both masters were momentarily dazed by the other’s sudden assault—one because his soul was thrown into disarray, though his formidable spirit quickly recovered; the other because his frail body reeled from the shock, but his powerful soul swiftly regained control.

[Spatial Collapse!]

[Ultrasonic Cutting!]

The instant their minds cleared, both men acted as if pouncing on prey, unleashing their deadliest techniques without hesitation.

In that moment, the space around Yu Sheng'an was instantly sealed. Then, it collapsed—the divine throne shattered into dust, scattering like fine powder.

Yet, there was no scent of blood or flesh.

Yu Sheng'an’s figure reappeared above the throne. He looked down at the pulverized remains of the divine seat, his face etched with terror.

Had he not used Ultrasonic Levitation to propel himself away the moment he unleashed Ultrasonic Cutting, he would have shared the throne’s fate.

His reaction wasn’t due to anticipating Tang En’s attack, nor was it sheer reflexes—it was simply ingrained instinct.

Only a fool would stand still while attacking.

"Aaaah—!"

A piercing scream suddenly echoed from a corner of the grand hall.

It was Tang En’s cry of agony!

The temple now resembled a living hell—molten rock, crumbling pillars, and gargoyles writhing and howling from the ceiling.

This was the indiscriminate devastation of Ultrasonic Cutting!

Unlike magic, divine techniques required no preparation. As long as Source Essence was sufficient, one could wield them freely within their domain.

Given that, Yu Sheng'an wasn’t foolish enough to choose something like a "laser cannon."

If he had movement awareness, wouldn’t his opponent?

The results proved him right.

Tang En’s true body had somehow relocated to a corner of the temple. Had the Contract Godhood not remained inside, he might have teleported entirely out of the temple.

In fact, if not for the Inheritance Contract requiring his physical presence, he wouldn’t have come in person at all.

Yet, Tang En’s scream wasn’t due to the sweeping Ultrasonic Cutting!

Instead—it was because a juvenile Dark Dragon had sunk its fangs into his throat, gulping down great mouthfuls of blood as it drank greedily.

By all rights, the God of Magic shouldn’t have been so vulnerable.

But the Ultrasonic Cutting had shattered his magical defenses.

In the split second between the dissipation of his old power and the rise of new defenses, the Dark Dragon, a master of assassination, materialized from the void and clamped down on his throat.

"Die!"

Another wave of Ultrasonic Cutting rained down indiscriminately.

Instantly, both the Dark Dragon and Tang En’s bodies reddened, bubbled, exploded, festered—their scales and skins sloughing off as the scent of roasting flesh filled the air!

Yet, under the Life-Sharing Contract, fresh, tender scales emerged beneath the Dark Dragon’s ruined hide.

Meanwhile, Tang En’s life force rapidly dwindled.

"No—!"

Amid Tang En’s frenzied howls, the Contract Godhood suddenly ceased its struggle and shot into Yu Sheng'an’s body like a streak of light.

Two demonic figures materialized beside Tang En, their eyes gleaming with ravenous delight. After exchanging a glance, they lunged like starving wolves, tearing into his soul.

When it comes to dealing with souls, demonic figures are the true experts.

"Impossible... How do you... still possess a Godhood?"

Tang En, whose physical body had already perished, struggled desperately within the clutches of the demonic figures. His twisted soul bore an expression of utter disbelief and despair.

He had deliberately summoned a successor as weak as an insect—so how had that successor created divine techniques far surpassing his own peak? And how had he mastered a new Godhood?

He couldn’t comprehend it.

In the end, the battle between the old god and the new king was nothing more than a life-and-death struggle between the God of Magic and the God of Mechanical Waves!

And he had lost.

Boundless regret surged through his mind as he realized his fatal underestimation.

He had assumed that, even with extraordinary talent, a mere three months would never be enough for a successor to defeat him!

Yet, in what was merely the blink of an eye on a divine timescale, the successor had not only crafted divine techniques more brilliant than his own but had also seized an entirely new Godhood.

His defeat was well-deserved!

"Ha... hahaha..." Tang En's soul threw back its head and laughed, the sound brimming with bitterness and fury.

This time, he didn’t even have the privilege of passing his Godhood to another.

He had been utterly crushed!

Crack!

His soul tore apart.

But in the final instant before annihilation, Tang En mustered every last shred of power within his soul, reaching out to the Ancient Castle he had built with his own hands—and shattered a portion of its formations.

In that moment, astonishing magical fluctuations rippled outward in all directions, like a beacon.