Chapter 613
The Red Heart Society's Revenge Will Finally Begin
Meanwhile, far from the glittering starfields of the Crimson Heart Society, deep within the most desolate and chaotic void folds of the Star Abyss.
The Goddess of the Night, like a speck of light forgotten in the dust of the universe, curled up at the center of a chaotic vortex naturally formed by the turbulence of spacetime.
His divine body almost merged with the absolute darkness of the background, all divine radiance suppressed to near extinguishment, daring not to reveal even the slightest ripple of energy that might attract attention.
During these long years of lurking, He was like a prisoner forced to witness a cosmic epic, taking the time to see how Crimson Heart would expand at a chilling speed into the absolute overlord of the Abyss.
[That earth-shaking pilgrimage of the gods, that bloody and cruel rebellion and suppression of the hundred gods, and especially the terrifying scene of the Abyss Will's incarnation being completely erased by Ye Lingtian's gray-white finality deep within the Star Abyss.]
These grand and cruel scenes were repeatedly etched into the depths of the goddess of night's divinity, crushing the last vestige of pride in her heart as an ancient deity, leaving only boundless terror.
He still cannot understand why the Red Heart Society harbors such deep hostility towards him; the initial conflict seems insignificant in the face of the Red Heart Society today.
But He knew a chilling truth with absolute clarity: once the Red Heart Society detected any trace of His existence.
Even the faintest trace awaits Him, only utter destruction.
[Even the top-tier true gods of the first tier fall like weeds before the Red Heart Society; what can He, a rat crossing the street who has been hiding for so long, possibly do?]
Therefore, He lived as a ghost of the abyss.
The only way to survive is to merge into this eternal darkness.
His range of activity was compressed to its limit, occasionally capturing void energy escaping from the chaotic currents of the Star Abyss.
He dared not make any unnecessary moves, dared not attempt to probe the territory of the Red Heart Society, and dared not even linger in one place for long.
[Transfer!]
[Continuous relocation is essential!]
This became an ironclad rule of survival imprinted in His divinity!
Every few hundred years, He senses subtle changes in the turbulent currents of the rules surrounding the hiding place that could be detected.
[Or perhaps it's merely a slight increase in an indescribable sense of crisis within Him, at which point He will unhesitatingly abandon the temporary nest He has cultivated for so long and hastily flee into the deeper folds of the Star Abyss.]
What He feared was not merely the rising superhumans of the Red Heart Society or top beings like Agrippa.
He fears even more those third-tier, loyal, ordinary true gods who carry out routine patrols on the outskirts of the Star Abyss!
Even if only an ordinary patrolman discovers His slightest clue, as long as the other party can hold Him back even for a moment, what follows will be the Red Heart Society's precise and fatal strike, like divine punishment.
He will have no chance to escape!
But today, an unease far greater than ever before seeped into the core of the Goddess of Night's divine essence without warning.
This wasn't the sting of impending danger, but a deeper, darker, suffocating feeling, as if the web of fate was silently tightening.
His intuition was screaming alarm bells!
[On a whim!]
[And within this extremely short period of time, it was the second wave!]
When that even stronger, almost divine tremor surged forth again without warning, the decisiveness of the Goddess of Night, honed by fear over countless years, instantly overwhelmed all hope.
Without any hesitation, and before he could even gather any of his belongings, his divine body instantly transformed into a pure, shadowy streak of light, more concealed than the surrounding darkness.
Something's not right!
Something's really wrong!
Something's definitely not right!
[In this Star Abyss, a place regarded as a backyard by the Red Heart Society and where rules are meticulously established, what gives me such a strong and clear sense of foreboding?]
[Besides the Red Heart Society itself, who else could it be?]
The answer is obvious!
I'm afraid the Red Heart Society has discovered me.
Therefore, He must flee! Immediately!
【immediately!】
At all costs!
But clearly, it was too late.
Just as the shadowy stream of light formed by the Goddess of Night broke free from the chaotic vortex, an irresistible and vast battle rule suddenly descended.
This rule is not an attack, but rather a way to solidify and restrict access.
The terrifying rules of combat instantly solidified all possible escape routes in front of and behind the Goddess of Night, and across all dimensional coordinates.
The spacetime structure and chaotic currents of that region were forcibly frozen within a framework encompassed by absolute combat rules.
The Goddess of the Night's invincible shadow-遁术 (shadow escape technique) was violently bounced back after crashing into this invisible barrier of rules. Her divine body trembled violently, and her concealment was instantly broken.
The next moment, another dazzling yet chilling light of battle rules shone forth.
[Wang Meng, the second-tier rule-fighting god of the Red Heart Society, has arrived!]
That towering figure seemed to have stepped out of an ancient star map, blocking all her upward escape routes.
Not far away, Agrus's eyes, burning with a fury that transcended time and space, were like two supernovas about to explode, locked onto Him.
[Up and down, sealing off the heavens and the earth!]
The figure of the Goddess of Night was forced to solidify within absolute confinement. On her exquisite divine face, a bitter smile, mixed with despair, resentment, and acceptance, slowly emerged.
He seemed to want to speak, perhaps to beg for mercy, perhaps to question, perhaps to deliver a final curse.
But Aglios, the most loyal fighter of the Faithful, didn't give Him a chance to utter a single syllable.
[The moment that wretched smile twisted the corners of His mouth, Agrelius moved.]
There was no roar, no declaration, only the purest killing intent erupting.
His fist, wreathed in a radiance unlike the technological brilliance commonly seen in the Red Heart Society, was instead a blaze of revenge forged from the sacrifices and suffering of countless timelines, a mixture of endless blood and the will of his comrades.
The color of that flame was the ash of countless shattered stars, the blood of countless fallen comrades.
[In the previous timeline, the scene of the Goddess of Night destroying the Crimson Heart Society was still vivid in His mind.]
Countless members of the Red Heart Society, countless brothers who fought alongside Agrelius, countless comrades who discussed ideals and the future, all perished at the hands of the Goddess of the Night.
[As the opponent unleashed divine punishment, it shattered like a candle flame in the wind, howling in agony, and finally vanished into nothingness.]
[The excruciating pain of watching helplessly as everything you cherish is ruthlessly crushed, and being powerless to stop it.]
That was an endless hatred, accumulated over countless ages, long since ingrained in every inch of Agris's being.
Previously, we lacked the power and resources to protect the Red Heart Society.
【Now!】
He has it!
[He is a top-tier rule-fighting god!]
[He is the most supreme Rule God in the realm of True Gods.]
The helplessness of the past will be shattered today, right now!
However, He wouldn't let the Goddess of Night die in an instant. The Red Heart, witnessing the deaths and sorrows of countless beings, and the endless hatred and rage, needed an outlet.
[And the Goddess of the Night is the outlet for this frustration!]
[At this very moment!]
[Aglius intends to bring this enemy of the Red Hearts back to the Red Hearts for trial!] (End of Chapter)