Chapter 490: Helpless

The snow mountain brought so many bad memories back! Even though he wasn't there at the time when a snow mountain like that appeared last time, he knew the significance of that! 

He had read about the snow mountain, which had a massive star symbol on it! The snow mountain was synonymous with pure terror! 

He still remembered reading about that snow mountain which brought forth complete annihilation of their world because, at that time, it was accompanied by someone else too!

"That mountain! How can it be here again! How can it appear here! Impossible! This can't be! How can he be here?!" The statue exclaimed as he flew back in fear. 

He clapped his hand, trying to leave this world. 

"I can't leave this place! I'm trapped too! Arghhhh! Impossible! Why would he appear here! And how! He shouldn't have been able to come to this world!" The Statue yelled. 

As he screamed in fear, he even forgot about taking over Lucifer. The Black and Red mist disappeared on its own while his entire focus remained on the mountain. 

Hearing the scream of the statue, Lucifer also opened his eyes. He looked around, surprised that no mist was there. Moreover, the statue looked scared.

"What is happening here?" He muttered as he rubbed his arms, feeling cold. 

He looked back, also noticing that mountain, but he simply thought that it was the work of that statue since he controlled the entire dream world. That was why he couldn't understand why the statue was scared. 

"I-i can't face him! I can't! Let me escape! Let me get out of here! Arghhh! Stop messing with me! I'll f*cking destroy this whole dream world if that's what it takes to get me out!"

In his fear of death, the statue didn't care about anything else. He didn't even care about taking over Lucifer since he decided to blow up the dream world if that's what it took to get him out of here.

He knew that blowing up the dream world meant that Lucifer's soul was going to be destroyed forever and he wouldn't be able to take over him in the future, but he didn't care! Life was supreme for him.

The statue raised his stone sword towards the sky, firing a red beam of light towards the sky. Unfortunately, that red beam froze in mid-air before falling down. 

That didn't appear to be all as a lightning bolt fell from the sky, in the direction of the Statue. Unlike Lucifer's lightning bolt, this one wasn't black. It wasn't blue either. 

This time, the lightning bolt was blood red in color and much thicker than Lucifer's lightning bolt. 

The statue's eyes opened wide as he saw the blood red lightning bolt.

"It's him! It's him!" He yelled, confirmed!

He raised his stone shield to protect himself from the lighting. The shield and the bolt clashed, which ultimately resulted in the victory of the bolt. 

The stone shield shattered on the first impact while the stone Statue fell down, crashing on the snow mountain. 

"What the actual heck is happiness here? Is he losing control of my dream world? Is it some form of my healing ability which is now starting to protect my soul? I did know that the healing adapted to the damage but even damage to the soul?"

As Lucifer had no idea as to what was happening, he tried making some sense of the situation. In any case, he knew that whatever was happening was for his own good. If it hadn't happened, he might have been gone forever!

The statue had crashed on the snow mountain on the island. His shield was broken, and so were some of his hands, but he didn't care. 

It was a fight for his survival, and he needed to get out of here. Moreover, two of his hands were still intact, one of which possessed the sword which he could use to destroy this world and the other being the hand with the blood bowl.

He again stood up, looking around in fear. 

Fortunately, he still hadn't seen the person he was looking for, which gave him some comfort that maybe he wasn't here physically. 

He once again raised his sword to destroy this world, but before he could, his sword hand disintegrated on its own. 

"I know it's you! Where the f"ck are you! Stop hiding! I know you're going to kill me here! Why are you still hiding? Let me see you before my death!" The statue yelled. 

He knew his death was confirmed since his sword hand was gone. He couldn't destroy the world. So he wanted to see the person at least once.

"Who is he talking to? Did my healing make him go crazy?" Lucifer muttered, frowning. "But it is certainly good. It's like the immune system which is trying to kill him for invading my head."

He had been in distress for a long time, but after seeing the statue in such a pitiful condition, Lucifer was actually enjoying it. 

He was the only one here who seemed to be enjoying as the statue appeared to be on the verge of crying. He never really wanted to face the person. 

Even when opening the portal plan was conceived, he only went along with it because he was told that he wouldn't need to fight the person and that others would handle the battles after coming out of the Dungeons. 

Who knew that before the portal could even be opened, he would come here?

"Show yourself!" The statue yelled. 

As if taking mercy on the statue, a figure finally appeared before him out of thin air.

The figure wasn't perfectly clear. There appeared to be a dark mist surrounding him which made it difficult to see him. There was only one thing visible which was his emotionless eyes. 

"Those eyes... They're exactly as described in the scripture. So you are really him! I don't know if I should be happy that someone like you came personally to kill me or be sad that someone like you personally came to kill me!" the statue muttered, sighing. 

"Why now though? Why after all this time? Why did you appear only when I was about to take over this guy? I took over many people before this! But you never appeared. So what's special about him?" 

Even though the statue asked a question, he didn't expect an answer. He knew he wasn't going to get any. 

"You're not going to answer. I knew it. But it's good that you came. Now I can actually..." The statue muttered softly but didn't finish.