Chapter 100: The god of ribbon is still growing

Gazing at the vast grassland.

The Divine Body felt sad.

In this primitive and backward world, there were not even basic towns. The plains were left abandoned, such a waste.

The crawling area was precious.

Over there, dimensional overlaps could occur at any time, followed by a group of monsters emerging and causing chaos. It was not as peaceful and natural as here.

The divine war never ceased.

The killings and conflicts among the believers, the altars and statues hidden in the light and darkness, the blood-stained battlefield between the Apostles and heroes… Only those who could stand tall and have their faith passed down through the ages could truly be called gods.

That was the cruel jungle belonging to the strong.

This place was just a comfortable shallow beach for nurturing apprentice gods. No, it was an overestimation to call them gods. They were just cannon fodder with the qualifications to compete for the position of gods.

Or to put it nicely, the chosen ones.

They knew nothing about this world.

Most of the cannon fodders would be immersed in the title of gods and feel proud. They naturally believed that they were not only chosen but also the only ones.

There was nothing wrong with that.

Any intelligent being would want to avoid pressure and responsibility, and long for unlimited pleasure and power.

The Divine Body recalled its long journey to godhood, starting from that naive period.

From dissatisfaction to doubt, from helplessness to acceptance, from difficulties to despair, from rising up to regain glory.

That was the path of the gods.

To obtain the name of the gods, one had to bear the pressure of being a god.

The path of advancing to godhood was difficult step by step. With the continuous ignition of the flame of faith across continents, crossing eras, entering different worlds, gods, titled gods, supreme gods…

They had to lead many worlds, cross every boundary. Only by standing out in the crawling area and breaking into the terrifying leap area could they qualify to pursue the distant and unreachable super-limit area.

In this process, most gods would fall in the ups and downs. Only a very small number could go against the current and get closer to that truly infinite and boundless level.

The Divine Body was well aware that it currently did not possess the ability to advance further.

Advancing to a higher title was still a distant matter.

It considered itself a low-key and down-to-earth god.

However.

This time, being too low-key and down-to-earth might not be a good thing for a god.

Due to its usual obscurity in the divine palace, the Divine Body had always been the most overlooked deity. It had avoided battles for many years, and its ranking in the temple of gods had continuously declined, now ranking 19th in the divine palace.

The Whistleblower ordered it to descend with the Skeleton God and enter the fragment world to find the key.

The Divine Body was filled with despair.

The power of the titled gods was invincible, and the Divine Body could only grit its teeth and accept it. It had to personally destroy the dimensional civilization and wonders it had built, abandon its divine body, and fall into an immobile apprentice state.

This was the cruel reality of the temple of gods.

When faced with the titled gods they belonged to, the gods had almost no power to resist, except in very few special cases.

Challenging the superior gods was an iron rule.

The Divine Body only felt regret in its heart.

If it had known earlier, it should have frequently displayed its strength, participated more in the divine war, and strived to improve its ranking.

Now it was considered useless by the Whistleblower!

Cutting off its past contemplation and regret, the Divine Body looked towards the land around the statue.

There were some inconspicuous green mushrooms growing on the grassland, which were its favorite miracles.

The mushroom strains were both offensive and defensive.

In the early stages, they would rapidly reproduce in the rain. Once the mushroom strains grew and took shape, they would become mobile mushroom people.

Although the mushroom people could not provide the flame of faith and had no intelligence, they were the best soldiers and scouts, perfect for finding the key.

Who knew if this misfortune could be its opportunity?

The Divine Body became determined.

After obtaining the key, it would not rush to ascend to the temple of gods. Instead, it would obtain enough power from the Golden Plain.

When I regain my position among the gods, I will show you what cruelty means!

Including you, Whistleblower.

Just wait for me!

…

The Divine Body snapped back to reality and suddenly noticed changes on the ground.

Why were there fewer mushroom strains?

It looked down at the grassland around the statue and quickly found the reason.

A group of sneaky little things were devouring the mushroom strains.

Rabbits?

Damn inferior furballs!

No, ordinary rabbits wouldn’t eat the mushroom strains. The toxins inside would make them unable to bear it, and they would quickly die and become fertilizer. Previously, it had killed a large group of fishmen that had come ashore and used their bodies to cultivate mushroom strains, yielding great results.

These rabbits were not afraid of the poison at all. They crazily devoured the mushroom strains, their hunger making them look ferocious.

The Divine Body stared at the rabbits.

Mad Rabbits?

It turned out they had gone crazy.

As the Divine Body had expected, these rabbits died quickly after eating the mushroom strains. New mushroom strains grew from their bodies, becoming new nutrients.

Hmph.

They were ultimately inferior species, nothing more than waste that couldn’t even produce the flame of faith.

A trace of disdain flashed in the Divine Body’s heart.

The immediate priority was to continue lurking and further cultivate the mushroom strains. As long as it had a sufficient legion of mushroom people, it could easily occupy the entire land. By then, it could harvest the flame of faith from the land species steadily and surely.

The Divine Body was very satisfied with its plan.

The Skeleton God had a radical style and should still be causing trouble in the sea at this time.

Although it was just a fragment world, there might be troublesome monsters hidden in the depths and boundaries. It would be good for it to go and test the waters.

As for the apprentice god here?

It hoped this guy would properly recruit and cultivate believers, temporarily preserving the population and faith for itself, and not be ungrateful.

That was a minor issue.

The Divine Body had prepared two plans.

The first plan was based on finding the key itself, and then it only needed to steadily develop.The second plan was for the Skeleton God to find the key in advance, and then the Apostle would not hesitate to initiate a divine war – silencing the opponent here to seize the key.

The apostles of the Skeleton God were made of bones, and bones were finite.

But his own [Strain] had infinite growth potential!

As long as they had enough development time, they could spread to every corner of the world. By then, the army of fungal beings could easily crush the bone creatures.

In short, everything was under control.

The Apostle had no doubt that he would be the ultimate victor.

Just as he was contemplating this, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

The Apostle looked up at the sky sharply.

The clouds suddenly turned red.

A burning meteorite broke through the clouds, dragging a long tail flame and crashed into the ground, instantly turning a large area of the strain into ashes!

Then came the second, the third, the fourth…

The burning meteorites bombarded the area around the statue of the god.

The high temperature impact created huge pits, and the flames ignited as soon as they touched the ground, turning the surroundings into a sea of fire, and various animals fled in all directions.

The apostle who was observing the fungal beings was also directly hit by this round of meteorites.

Even if it desperately tried to burrow into the ground, splitting its muddy body… the instantaneous high temperature immediately melted it, and the fire seed inside the apostle was completely extinguished.

No!

The Apostle was dumbfounded!

What was that in the sky!

How could such a disaster happen!

It wasn’t naturally formed, was it a divine miracle? No, it wasn’t a miracle.

The monster that could create such a disaster… shouldn’t exist in this broken world!

The Apostle didn’t have time to think too much, and immediately began to perform the miracle [Rainfall]. He had to put out the fire, otherwise all his hard work over these days would be in vain.

Just as he was busy putting out the fire, he suddenly felt a strange coldness.

Something touched the statue of the god.

What was it?

The Apostle looked around and saw a snowman riding a white horse quickly fleeing from behind his statue, disappearing into the distance in the blink of an eye.

Was it an apostle?

At the same time.

The Apostle found that he had lost 1600 points of faith, and a faith artifact had disappeared!

He was so angry that he was shaking all over.

Damn it!

How could such a weird and disgusting monster exist here!

You dare to steal the flame of faith from the gods?

Damn it! What the hell is going on with this world!

He quickly calmed down and came to the most rigorous conclusion: the Skeleton God had launched a sneak attack on him.

It could only be him.

This despicable four-legged snake!

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