Chapter 887: Chapter 864 I Hope You Reject

Besides its obesity, this worm with a human face, transformed by the Saint, had some other distinguishing features: its body was covered with a near-transparent carapace, interspersed with rows of spine-like thorns; the legs beneath its body were exceptionally strong and powerful, indicating it was likely more agile than it appeared. The most striking feature was its head, which bore an exact replica of Xirei’s face, but with a mouth stuffed full of dagger-like sharp teeth, rendering it completely unable to close. Anyone who took one look would never doubt the combat capability of this monster.

In fact, if such a worm were truly born in the Stygian River, it would undoubtedly stand out from its kind, swiftly advancing to a higher form. Perhaps it would not take even a hundred years before a new Fiend Lord appeared in the Multiverse.

Fortunately, it was born in this enclosed Demon’s Domain, and under the watchful eyes of two opposing True Gods.

While the waters of the Stygian River washed away its memories, they could not change its evil nature. The moment the worm hit the ground, it immediately opened its huge maw toward the nearest figure, Lancelot, and fiercely bit at his waist.

The Human Knight, already on high alert, instinctively reacted: he leaped backward, effortlessly dodging the attack of the divine worm, and thrust his trident downwards, stabbing directly between the worm’s eyes, pinning it firmly to the ground.

The worm let out a piercing scream, sounding like two rough metal sheets scraping against each other. Its bloated body writhed frantically, its yellowish body like rolling waves, but Lancelot’s hands gripped the trident as if they were cast iron, pressing the worm’s head firmly to the ground, rendering its struggles futile. Slowly, the giant worm quieted down, its body gradually melting like heated fat, eventually turning into a puddle of foul-smelling yellow pus.

‘Oh ho ho, does this count as deicide?’ a cheerful voice echoed in everyone’s minds, coming from the Starlight Strike hanging at Lancelot’s waist, ‘This title is far more impressive than any of your other random titles, you must put it at the forefront from now on.’

‘Eskodel?’ the Raven Queen’s surprised voice rang out, ‘Why are you here?’

‘Salutations, my esteemed Queen, apologies for not greeting you earlier, it’s truly an honor to see your… physical form again.’ The dagger replied happily, ‘But you’ve mistaken me, I am the King Consort’s sword, Starlight Strike. The King Consort… perished in the battle of Androlina.’

‘Ah… truly regrettable,’ the Raven Queen shrugged, ‘He was a man worthy of respect, made some foolish mistakes, but did not shy away from the consequences… so why are you here now?’

‘Sir Lancelot once visited Androlina, dug me out there, and solved the problem of the trapped children once and for all…’

‘Oh? Did he kill the Aira that stayed behind there?’

‘…Madam, your sense of humor remains as unique as ever.’

‘So, he dealt with the Mother of Demons? Quite an impressive feat, but he indeed has the capability,’ the Raven Queen looked up at Cranvo who was approaching, ‘What do you plan to do? Give him that power?’

‘What are you talking about?’ Bruto couldn’t help but ask curiously, ‘What power?’

Cranvo did not speak, merely raised a scepter about two feet long. The scepter was composed of white bones, with a nearly transparent crystal skull at one end, and a dark red, almost black square gemstone at the other. The Lord of the Dead pointed the gemstone-end of the scepter towards the ground, and the foul-smelling pus immediately began to bubble like boiling water, with large amounts of vapor rising and being drawn into the gemstone on the scepter by an invisible force.

In less than half a minute, the stone floor was clean and tidy again, while a substantial white light orb had gathered at the scepter’s end, exuding a special and pure aura. Lancelot was not unfamiliar with that aura; he had felt it in Twin Bridges Town, in Androlina, and in the Domain of the Vague. Even in the recent battle with the Lich, when his opponent tried to confuse his mind with lies, Lancelot sensed the same aura.

This was Divine Power, unique in the Multiverse, transcending all known laws.

‘Sir Lancelot, this is your reward,’ the Lord of the Dead turned to the Human Knight, his voice complex, ‘Accept it, and you will be immortal. With the right opportunity, becoming a True God is not impossible in the future…’

‘But?’ Lancelot shifted his gaze away after barely a glance at the white light orb.

‘Why ask “but”?’

‘Just a hunch…’ Lancelot scratched his head, ‘Although we haven’t known each other long, I consider you a true friend, and I believe you feel the same. If this truly was something good, you would be more pleased…’

‘Heh, is that so…’ A light chuckle emerged from behind Cranvo’s cold mask, ‘…Yes, I hope you do not accept this power.’

‘Why?’

‘Because compared to what you’ll lose, it’s not worth it, my dear friend,’ Cranvo said meaningfully, ‘Everyone knows the benefits of becoming a god, such as great power, eternal life, and immortal fame. But for you, do these things really require you to become a god?’

Lancelot remained silent, but his gaze shifted slightly.

‘No need for that look, Sir, I am the Lord of the Dead, and in some regards, I see more clearly than anyone. I don’t know where you acquired that power from, probably in some distant country, and I don’t care. But I am glad you are not an evil person. I see much of my past self in you, which is probably why we connect so well. In some ways, my warning is actually a warning to my past self…’

‘Thank you for your recognition, my Lord, I am deeply honored,’ Lancelot made a knight’s salute respectfully, ‘But you still haven’t explained what the price of becoming a god is.’

‘Have you seen those slaves toiling in the manor, Sir?’

‘Of course, though I myself have never owned any…’

‘Then you must know, slaves never work empty-handed, for that would be too inefficient,’ the Grim Reaper said in a cold tone, ‘The manor lord provides sickles for mowing, whips for herding cattle, and even simple weapons for dealing with beasts, making them appear powerful in the eyes of the lambs, attributing some truly great phenomena to them… but it does not change the fact they are slaves. Do you understand what I mean?’

‘I understand.’ Lancelot nodded, ‘Thank you for the warning, my Lord.’