Chapter 782 A Lost Cause

Chapter 782 A Lost Cause

The language that the centipede spoke with was old. It took the goddess exchanging the required knowledge of this language with a Labyrinth Coin to decipher and learn it. The Centipede did not know how it came to learn this language, only knowing that it was part of his bloodline inheritance.

This bloodline inheritance was incomplete and it could not access all of it, but it knew enough for it to survive and grow. Inside this beast was a void that it was unable to fill, no matter how much it ate or grew. The relationship with Minerva helped a bit, but that void remained.

The question of the centipede brought about intense winds like a hurricane as it spoke, but they parted before reaching Minerva, who folded her hands on her chest and smiled at her increasingly favorite beast.

She considered what to say to it for a few seconds, wondering how much she was willing to invest in it. Like Golgoth she knew that to achieve total power over someone, then keeping them ignorant was essential, their dependence on you would become an instinct and they would forever remain weaker than you.

This consideration was pushed aside when she recalled the true reason she was here and what she had felt inside the hall of the God King.

Minerva was a goddess who could smell the energy of death all around her, from every creature, both mortals and immortals, but inside the halls of the God King she had smelled something else.

Not living... Not dead... yet intensely alive in a manner that placed all concepts of life to shame. There had also been a reaction from the Web linked to this centipede, amongst all her threads, this was the only one that detected this presence alongside her.

This raised certain questions that she urgently needed answers to. If Golgoth had found a new partner that could cause such a considerable disquietness inside her heart, she needed to learn about it. She could not allow the God King to be the final survivor in this battle, and any hidden powers he was setting up must be destroyed.

All these thoughts happened in less than two seconds and she replied to the beast,

"Oh that question is easy to answer my child," she patted the sharp edge of the pincer, "the damned universe is dead, and the wind you smell comes from its corpse that has begun to rot."

The body of the centipede rippled in agitation, causing earthquakes and darkening the skies for miles.

"I once attempted to see how far the winds could blow when I radiated it towards the void. I lost count of the number after it crossed this galaxy," the thundering voice of the centipede went soft like the whispers of a dozing child, a stark contrast to its size, "apart from revealing your might to me, the only time I have ever felt such true awe was before the size of eternity. What could kill such a thing mother? Should I start preparing for my death? I think I will need to travel to the edge of the sea Mother, I saw a field of blue roses there, it was the only thing that removed the stench of death from my body. I would love to be buried beside them."

It arrived before a thriving galaxy that was similar to the Cerulean Galaxy but this galaxy was closer to the center of the universe and the power structure here was much more developed, with plentiful gods and monsters roaming through it.

This portion of the universe was destined to become its power center in the future, but that future would no longer arrive.

Minerva regarded this galaxy with discerning eyes, there were plentiful gods and powerful monsters to slaughter, and this was the first step she would be taking to create a new Wild Card. Minerva no longer cared about maintaining the balance, with everything that happened she was on edge.

The beast roared its challenge to the galaxy and was about to head towards the most powerful Auras it could sense when Minerva stopped it.

It roared in irritation, but the loyalty for its mother had been ingrained into it and so the beast stopped and listened,

"Little centipede, you could sense through my web something strange in the throne room of the God-king, your senses were the most important reason why I could detect something like that... tell me, what did you feel?"

The centipede shook his head in frustration, "No, I don't want to remember what I felt. You have my eyes, Mother, and my ears, so you don't need me to tell you again."

"Little centipede..."

The beast roared, cutting off Minerva, whatever he remembered was more devastating than her wrath and this memory was driving it to evolve, to beat that growing void inside its heart that had multiplied when he sensed that... thing inside the room with his mother.

It surged forward into the Galaxy, where dozens of shiny bright lights had been gathering for warfare.

The great powers in this universe had detected his presence and they gathered together to either destroy it or deter it away from their territory.

This would turn out to be a lost cause.