Chapter 1848
by 林方方Chapter 1848 Please Save Me from This Disaster! Godfather!
“So where are we approximately in this inverted pyramid now?”
“Roughly in the lower-middle section.” Lina pointed at the ice plain beneath their feet. “Haven’t you noticed? Time here isn’t as fragmented as it was at the beginning.”
Lin Qiye nodded slightly.
Indeed, when they first entered the time labyrinth, taking just one step would transport them through time, and people had to huddle together just to barely remain in the same time period. But here, Lin Qiye could take several steps while staying in the same timeframe. Comparatively, the space-time here seemed much more stable.
As the two were talking, a muffled grunt came from nearby.
The magic wolf Fenrir was seen shakily getting to its feet, shaking its head repeatedly, with unsteady steps, as if it had drunk fake alcohol.
“What incredible recovery ability,” remarked one of the medical workers treating Fenrir. “For any other divine beast, this would have been a fatal wound… yet it can already move again so quickly.”
Seeing this, Lin Qiye asked, “How is it doing?”
“It’s no longer in life-threatening danger. The rest of the recovery depends on itself… However, that blow hit its head, so there might be some concussion. It’s hard to say if there will be any lasting effects,” another medical worker explained.
“Good, thank you for your hard work.”
After saying goodbye to Lin Qiye, the two medical workers returned to the Gods’ Mental Hospital.
Lin Qiye watched the zigzagging magic wolf Fenrir with a strange expression, though it didn’t seem to have any malicious intent—it simply couldn’t find its direction.
“Anyway, let’s move closer to the ruins of the Gate of Truth,” Lin Qiye said to Lina.
“Unless something unexpected happens, the exit from this labyrinth should be there as well.”
Lina glanced at the sword in the stone and nodded slightly.
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Time labyrinth, another area.
Under the deep night sky, three figures slowly moved forward across the ice plain, the atmosphere dead and oppressive.
“Why do I feel like… this place looks familiar?” the Main God scanned the surroundings and spoke with a somewhat hoarse voice.
“We’ve been through this ‘familiar’ routine eight hundred times already,” the Lesser God said irritably. “If you hadn’t signaled us to leave Lin Qiye’s side back then, would we be stuck here so quickly? If we die trapped in this labyrinth, it’s all your fault!”
The Main God frowned, his hand lightning-fast as he grabbed the Lesser God’s throat, lifting him up before him, his gaze extremely fierce:
“Who do you think you are? A mere Lesser God dares to speak to me like this?”
“Am I wrong?”
Perhaps from being tortured too long in this labyrinth, the Lesser God’s mental state had become somewhat unstable. He stared with bloodshot eyes, speaking without any fear.
“You!!”
“Enough!!” Number 22’s roar sounded from the side.
“How long have we been trapped here, and you’re already killing each other? Truly incompetent and destructive…”
Hearing the Holy Master speak, the anger in the Main God’s heart cooled somewhat. He snorted coldly and released the Lesser God’s collar. The latter stumbled back half a step, looking at him with hostility.
Number 22 took a deep breath and slowly said: “This labyrinth is extremely vast and involves both time and space dimensions. Without any means to mark our path, finding a way out isn’t easy… Fortunately, we don’t need to eat, so as long as we keep walking, we’ll eventually find a way out.
The most important thing is to endure… endure the anxiety, endure the loneliness. Within a hundred years, we will definitely find our way out…”
Upon hearing the words “hundred years,” the Lesser God’s eyes trembled.
Light twisted through countless overlapping fragments of time, making everything in the distance chaotic and blurry.
In this extremely unreal world, the Lesser God seemed to think of something, covering his head with both hands in regret, muttering:
“I’ve had enough… I’ve really had enough.
Wouldn’t it have been better to stay in the ‘Divine Desire Paradise’ and enjoy pleasure? Why did we have to come to this godforsaken place! And provoke that Lin Qiye!
If we hadn’t left his side, perhaps we would have found the exit by now…”
Swoosh—!!
Before the Lesser God could finish speaking, a flash of sword light suddenly slashed down vertically, splitting him in half!
Crimson blood gushed out frantically. Number 22’s corpulent figure stood behind the halved corpse, now dyed blood-red. Holding the “King’s Sword,” he coldly looked down at the shocked Lesser God lying in the pool of blood, his expression ice-cold.
“Useless complainer… did you really think I wouldn’t kill you?”
Number 22’s sword strike left the Main God beside him dumbfounded. The latter seemed to wake from a dream, fear appearing in his eyes as he looked at the blood-covered figure.
Although he was also very dissatisfied with this Lesser God, they were all members of the “Divine Desire Paradise,” and now there were only three of them left. He had thought a simple lesson would be enough… who knew the Holy Master would kill this Lesser God without a word!
He was still one of their own people, wasn’t he? Even if nothing else, couldn’t he at least serve as a divine power battery?
“His will was too weak… someone who can’t maintain sanity here will only create trouble for others.” Number 22 put away the “King’s Sword” and coldly glanced at the remaining Main God beside him. “You’d better watch your mouth too, don’t be like him, mumbling and seeking death.”
Under the gaze of that bizarre body, the Main God felt his hair stand on end and nodded repeatedly.
He followed behind Number 22, moving forward, forward, forward without a word… They didn’t know which direction they were heading, everything around them seemed unchanged, and in this endless predicament, he also gradually became numb.
Suddenly, Number 22 stopped.
The Main God, looking down, almost bumped into his back. His scattered pupils refocused as he asked in confusion:
“Holy Master, why have we stopped?”
His gaze fell on what was ahead and he froze in place.
Before them on the ice surface, a figure sat cross-legged like a boulder.
It was a figure wearing a gray kasaya, head lowered, its face seemingly pieced together from two different visages—the left side sacred and solemn, as if smiling; the right side grim and eerie, as if crying…
As that pieced-together bizarre face slowly raised, a terrifying divine power aura suddenly descended!
Supreme realm!
The Main God was shocked!
This wasn’t right… Currently in the outside world, apart from Great Xia, all divine countries had perished. The Supreme Gods were either dead or gone. How could there still be a Supreme God in this time labyrinth?
While the Main God was stunned, Number 22 beside him seemed to remember something, his eyes bursting with light!
“One of the three creator gods of the Indian Temple of Gods, Vishnu!! He’s actually hidden in this labyrinth too?!”
Hearing the name Vishnu, the Main God suddenly understood.
Before he could say anything, with a thud, Number 22 beside him had already fallen to his knees, his forehead banging repeatedly on the ice surface, cracking it in several places.
The Main God was completely dumbfounded.
“Great Supreme God Vishnu, you are the embodiment of ultimate strength, you are the most noble existence in the world! You… you are my rebirth parents!
Please save me from this predicament! Godfather!!”