Chapter 871 The Difference Between Winning And Losing

Chapter 871 The Difference Between Winning And Losing

Far away from Stellar Woodlands, in a dark region of space, a golden being calmly flew across the cosmos.

It was one of the rare moments when he was calm. Being surrounded by nothing made him feel at peace.

It was a strange thing for the God of Creation to feel at peace with himself most when he was surrounded by nothing. Like his own domain had shunned him.

Gaius had his eyes closed as his senses tracked a certain Ash Elf. But his mood didn't stay good for long when he suddenly vanished from his purview.

The maggot from Earth that called himself Astaroth, he couldn't locate anymore.

He had been looking at him closely ever since he had met him, feeling like it was strange that a mortal carried the essence of a long-since-gone goddess. He didn't believe the words of the mortal.

"Coincidences happen, yes. But not so many of them in a row," Gaius said, opening his eyes.

First, something had freed Psyche from her eternal prison, then her presence had disappeared, and now someone with her essence appeared?

This was too much to be a coincidence.

And now, the mortal he was tracking was hidden from his eyes. Very few beings in the mortal realm could hide anything from him.

"Why are these meddlesome Progenitors of Magic shoving their noses into my business again? I may not be able to kill them since the laws of the world forbid me, but I can still punish them. Do they not fear punishment, insolent monkeys?"

But as he scrutinized the barrier that separated the Paragon's domain from the rest of the mortal realm, he found something else which shouldn't have been there.

It took him a moment to lock on to it, but his eyes went wide when he did.

"This essence! This thread! I knew he was lying!"

Gaius' consciousness grabbed onto the thread that stopped at the barrier and pulled on it, following the essence thread to its source. He grinned when he arrived at the other end of the continent.

"Got you!"

***

While this happened, inside the mage tower that now housed Nalafein and his troops, as well as the Knights of the Sun guild, the prince was meeting up with his generals when he felt a crushing presence smash into his shoulders.

Edith swore in her mind. Edith had dug into why the Abnormals had suddenly appeared this time around. Every time they appeared, a terrible event occurred, and the world almost died.

Yet, there had been no Abnormals present during the last demon war. If they were here now, it was a sign.

"Fine," she spat.

"But the moment he becomes aggressive toward me, you are on your own, and the barrier goes down."

Nemus nodded, smiling at the Progenitor.

"Thank you. And when you see a young man called Astaroth next time, tell him I'm sorry. This is the most I can do for him now."

Nemus pushed Edith out of the room, making the latter swear at how easily she was forced out of her home.

But she had accepted to help. And she wasn't one to go back on her words.

Edith teleported again, appearing before the very twitchy Gaius, God of Creation, floating over the start of a new settlement, as he glared at the tree.

"She sent you to deal with me? Had Psyche lost her mind? If you attack me, the laws of the world will no longer apply to you."

"I wasn't sent here. I came of my own volition. And I don't know this Psyche you speak of. The only other celestial being here is called Nemus, and she is a new god."

Gaius crackled with energy as he released a beam of golden light right next to Edith, searing a part of her hair.

"DO NOT LIE TO ME, YOU INSULT OF HALF GOD! LOWER THE BARRIER!"

Edith's face went dark a little.

"I loved that strand of hair. But I can't let you through, Gaius. You are already hurting the mortals by simply being here. Go home."

"RRAARRGGHH!!!" Gaius howled in rage.

Before Edith could react, Gaius exploded with power, and the barrier that kept Nemus safe shattered.

The next instant, Gaius was before her, grabbing her throat and disappearing again.

Far away from there, Astaroth heard her voice in his head, for the last time.

'Take care of my creation, Astaroth. Take care of the souls of the innocent.'