Perhaps, so kind and naive divine spirits might soften their hearts and choose to give a minor punishnt, offering him a chance to and his ways.
But not the Sun God, Albertas.
The Sun…
Is never rciful.
Thus, in the midst of the God of Assassination's pleas, the fire grew stronger instead of diminishing.
Boom!
Brighter and brighter!
The not-so-tall divine being unexpectedly transford into a giant torch, with flas soaring tens of ters high.
In the roaring blaze, the Evil God's wails echoed across heaven and earth.
"Ahhhh!!!"
Agonizing pain.
Every inch of the Holy Light's baptism is an indescribable agony to Him.
Yet, amidst this tornt, the God of Assassination's consciousness beca even clearer.
A very clear feeling that his divine power was rapidly dissolving at an astonishing speed.
And he knew that when the divine power is completely exhausted, what will further dissolve is his body, his soul!
And precisely because of being too clear about all this, it becos even more despairing.
He knows his ti of death, but he is unable to resist.
Gradually, the sound of screams weakened, only able to let out weak howls from his mouth.
"Ahhh..."
His eyeballs were almost lted by the Holy Light, but he can still barely make out the figure outside the flas.
The indifferent, expressionless youth.
Looking into those cold, golden eyes, at this mont, the God of Assassination suddenly realized.
"So, it's like this..."
The Sun God is using him, through his tragedy, to send a silent warning to all those watching this scene, especially those Evil Gods burdened with sin.
This is your fate.
By now, even those involved can see this, and outsiders are even more clear.
Even the outside world understands the Sun God's approach, knowing this is indeed a tactic of killing a chicken to warn the monkeys.
But even knowing this, what can they do?
Is there really an Evil God daring enough to defy death and personally try it?
No one dares.
So, everyone can only silently watch, witnessing a divine spirit beco a burnt offering.
Everyone knows, with the God of Assassination being easily taken down by the Sun God, this farce is finally coming to an end.
However, before that.
A small accident occurred.
But amidst everyone's gaze, Herbert suddenly moved.
It wasn't the Sun God who moved, but the original owner of this body.
The youth who was supposed to be controlled by the divine spirit blinked and then surprisingly regained control of his body.
Then, he directly walked into the flas.
!!?
What's he planning to do?
"Yo! Evil God! Are you alright?"
In the raging fire, the youth began speaking leisurely.
His re words left the barely alive Evil God montarily dumbfounded.
Hmm?
Not because of anything else, simply because what Herbert said now is starkly different from the image he'd constructed earlier.
Not as people imagined: unwaveringly fearless, valiantly righteous, but filled with teasing sarcasm and ironic disdain.
"Tsk tsk tsk, truly pathetic!"
Herbert looked up and down at the divine spirit struggling amidst the flas, bluntly comnting:
"Even soone as pure as finds it so uncomfortable here, a filthy fellow like you must be in terrible agony, isn't it?"
Once he spoke, he proved to be a master of sarcasm.
"Ah, your current state is truly pitiable ~ makes one want to cry!"
After being possessed by the Sun God, Herbert indeed initially felt pressured by the divine order.
But he quickly adjusted!
The divine influence brought by the Sun God ultimately couldn't outweigh Herbert's humanity.
Herbert's urge to spit sarcasm overca everything, and this desire even enabled him to regain control of his body.
I want to speak!
I want to tattle!
I want to talk sass!
I want to mock Him!
No one knows whether Herbert forcibly took back his body, or the Sun God was simply too annoyed by his chatter, truly agreeing to his demand, relinquishing control over his body.
While mocking, Herbert stretched his limbs, smiling at the silent God of Assassination, thoughtfully saying: "Sadly reminding you of one thing, you've got no chance left."
"It's not 'probably' or 'maybe,' but truly at the end!"
"You're going to die."
He looked at the God of Assassination, whose gaze was already numb, the smile at the corner of his lips growing even brighter.
"Oh? Didn't hear it? Then let say it louder—you're dead! The new successor will take on all you've left behind!"
Herbert's words were cutting, shouting loudly: "Now, the question arises, am I the one who killed you?"
"No, I'm nowhere near that capable."
"The one who truly killed you, is your own greed."
To kill is to pierce the heart.
How can you call it killing if it doesn't pierce the heart?
He even mimicked the God of Assassination's tone, whispering by His ear: "Oh, if only I hadn't impulsively launched a sneak attack at the start, how great it would be!"
"Pft, hahaha, is this what you just thought?"
Herbert watched regret flaring up in the Evil God's eyes, his lips couldn't help but curl as he teased: "Next ti, don't make such a mistake again."
Next ti?
The already close to breaking God of Assassination suddenly widened his eyes, looking at Herbert, filled with longing for life.
Can I actually survive?
Is he really willing to give a chance?
Then, he saw the young man's mouth fully split into a grin.
"You believed it?"
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