Chapter 221

Chapter 221: This Woman Has Finally Gone Mad

"Interesting…"

"Is this the special spell Lady Xidi prepared for her kin?"

Barbatos remained hidden among the shadows of the Fantasy Tree branch, watching Gimmerly’s transformation.

"No…"

"That isn’t Lady Xidi’s magic."

"Too refined—Lady Xidi couldn’t craft this."

His gaze fixed on Gimmerly’s elegant flight.

Her sky-blotting wings beat steadily, commanding the chaotic, hollow turbulence of the void through the laws of the City of Dimensions, forcing the currents to dance like puppets.

Meanwhile, her magical wings conjured swirling vortexes of energy, lifting her Divine Body higher.

The long tail wasn’t mere decoration but a powerful steering rudder; she swung it rhythmically, anchoring her Divine Body’s position and direction in the void with immense magic.

The "hair of law" covering her form rose and fell with the void’s turbulence. Each strand seemed to independently "cast spells," smoothing the tiniest disturbances.

Undoubtedly, this flying form was perfect!

At least, Barbatos saw it as perfect.

He’d never witnessed such an intricate Divine Body design, so wholly dedicated to high mobility within the void.

"Lady Xidi might possess False Body magic—some possibly sophisticated—but her grasp of flight remains shallow."

True, Lady Xidi wasn’t indifferent to Divine Body modification. Among deities wielding great magic, she stood as one of only two who prioritized such evolution.

Yet her focus as the Twelfth Seat wasn’t "void mobility," but adapting movement for the "Drought Divine Realm"—a realm far from the Sea of Ether, composed almost entirely of Primal Mud.

Who could fathom her reasons?

Regardless, with her divergent research path, Lady Xidi…

"…couldn’t forge magic like this."

"So who did…?"

"Intriguing."

Barbatos narrowed his eyes, watching Gimmerly with a hint of jealousy.

"Hmph…"

"How I crave to experience it."

"A Divine Body soaring through the void, surpassing even the Outer Gods in might."

Before now, only two members of the Chaos Council valued Divine Body modification over potent magic. Lady Xidi was one—Barbatos himself was the other.

As the Eighth Seat of the Chaos Council and a core member of the Twelve People’s Council, he bore the title "Wind God."

He was the "Chanter of the wind from the void," wielding powerful void spells to summon turbulent waves that assailed foes.

He conversed with Outer Gods from the Void, commanding legions of them into battle.

Yet no magic, no standing among Outer Gods, brought joy rivaling the bliss of merging with the endless void.

The feeling of conquering endless worlds was something Barbatos desired more than anything else.

"A Wind God who can’t fly? What kind of god is that!?"

"Hmph, this magic is quite intriguing."

"So…"

Barbatos narrowed his eyes, pondering how to extract more secrets from Gimmerly.

"Now was the perfect moment to act."

"The Bubble World I was conquering had its situation settled—the Order Gods were nearly wiped out."

"Haha! Those ‘Order Gods’ were truly amusing. I just offered minor favors, and the mortals turned to aid us."

"Often, so-called ‘Order Gods’ are no better than us Chaos beings."

"And that Xidi? She was probably overwhelmed by the Star-Eater Plutonium Dragons."

"Though the reports claimed victory each time, the reality seemed…"

"She appeared led by the nose by those dim-witted dragon clans."

"Utterly disgraceful."

"But this meant she had no time to meddle with her sister."

"Then…"

As a core councilor, Barbatos’s strength—in dragon form or magical skill—far surpassed Gimmerly’s. Even with her False Body, he felt certain of capturing her.

"Perhaps I should extract clues of ‘False Body magic’ from Gimmerly, study them, and refine my divine body…"

"That woman devoured countless Outer Gods from the Void I summoned during her frenzy. Demanding payback with interest was only fair!?"

…

Just as Barbatos imagined bending Gimmerly into eighteen different ways…

"Buzz—!"

An Outer God from the Void fluttered its wings and perched atop his head.

It whispered softly, relaying a message from the Chaos Council’s core.

"Hmm…"

"Hmm!?"

"Ah—!?"

Barbatos was stunned.

"Wait—the Bubble World I was conquering got reclaimed by the Order-side!?"

"Impossible! Those Order Gods had fallen!"

Yet worse news followed.

"Hold on!?"

"Signs of massive Star-Eater Plutonium Dragon activity were detected near my Fantasy Tree of Subspace!?"

"Isn’t Xidi taking action yet!?"

"I…"

Before his subordinate officials, Barbatos had to remain elegant and couldn’t voice any curse.

It seemed Barbatos had to abandon his plan to capture Xidi for dissection, and even postpone returning to aid his Bubble World.

Gimmerly, it appeared, could continue being "mad" a while longer.

She had indeed gone insane.

—-

"Damn! Damn! Damn!"

"This heavy body!"

"This cumbersome Divine Body!"

"Trash! Trash!"

"Haha… Hahaha… Hahahaha…"

The Fifty-Sixth Seat of the Chaos Council, Gimmerly, was in a state of utter madness.

Her double eyes were vacant; her feathers lay disheveled and dull, like she’d been soaked by rain.

Around her Divine Body, countless feathers lay scattered.

All this was the result of her self-harm.

Her once gentle, ever-changing voice had turned hoarse and grating—like a madwoman’s shriek.

And the root of it all was…

"Damn you!"

"Giant God! Giant God!"

"This is your doing!"

"Why! Why grant me hope only to crush it!"

"Why!?"

"Why have you fallen silent!?"

"Why do you ignore my countless pleas!?"

Truthfully, Gimmerly wronged the "Giant God."

Had he truly gone silent?

An echo remained.

Only when connected, all she heard was "snore… snore…"

Naturally, such "snoring" solved nothing.

After tasting true "void conquest," Gimmerly had grown deeply dissatisfied and repulsed by her current Divine Body.

Her Soul could no longer endure the clumsy, foolish way this form flew.

The Soul howled day and night, trying to escape its current Divine Body and gain the freedom of true knowledge. This pain of spirit and flesh separation tormented Gimmerly, driving her nearly mad and even making her self-harm.

"What should I do!? What should I do!?"

At that moment…

【Hmm.】

That playful woman’s voice came again.

"Saraph! It’s you, isn’t it!"

"Saraph Arachne!"

"You… you stray dog! Do you have a way!?"

【Oh, is this how you ask for help?】

"You!"

"Hah…"

Gimmerly took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

"Respected Lady Saraph, tell me, how can I get back the Giant God’s gift?"

【Well, there is a way.】

【Have you forgotten how you summoned Him and what price you paid!?】

"I see…"

Gimmerly knew well the price she paid—thirst for flesh and blood!

She had taken a strong liking to devouring the deities’ Divine Bodies.

Even now, that feeling stayed.

Gimmerly felt she wasn’t a god, but a beast—a mother beast, always hungry, desperate to devour and taste flesh!

In short, she just wanted to eat!

But where was there any "food" for her?

The answer came soon.

"Pop!"

Three blood octopus Outer Gods popped up from the Sea of Ether, showing their round heads.

"They can fly! They can fly!"

"Someone needs rescue! Someone cries for help!"

"It’s the beaten army’s leftovers! The beaten army’s leftovers!"

"Bubble World Canaan! Canaan!"

Hearing the name Canaan, Gimmerly narrowed her eyes.

"Oh?"

"The Giant God’s spawn became this strong?"

"Could they really push back Blais’s subordinate officials using only mortal power?"