Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

Chapter 1638 980: Gwyn, Achieving Myth (Ten-Thousand-Word Chapter)

These were all his conjectures.Viskasa admitted this was his own mistake; he knew nothing about the Revive Association and had merely deduced the most reasonable answer.

"How exactly did you pull this off, Sain? No other Dungeon could possibly do something like this."

There had never been a single Dungeon in the world whose creations could successfully make use of Faith—this was clearly something only beings related to a God could use; ordinary people simply could not even perceive the existence of Faith!

He changed his mind now: he would utterly destroy Sain Dungeon and torture out the reason why it could accomplish Miracle after Miracle.

Although he himself was unaware of the Revive Association, it was hard not to know about that thing called the Starfire Church.

Thus, he realized that the Sunlight King Gwyn before him could turn into Fire God Ge Wen at any moment and thereby seize his Fire God Divine Power.

The Death God Divine Power was undoubtedly snatched because he had stayed too close to Nite; now he absolutely could not let the Fire God Avatar approach again!

Through careful observation, Viskasa discovered the current shortcomings of Gwyn and Nite.

The two of them lacked effective large-area suppression.

So now everything he unleashed was extreme, ultra-wide-range attacks; what he wanted was to leave Gwyn no time to block everything and thus force him to take damage!

"Let's see if you can still protect that group of adventurers who are so devoted to you."

Viskasa let out a mocking voice toward Gong Qiying, and his figure suddenly vanished.

The Holy Light Sun hanging high over Skyrim began at this moment to slowly fall toward the ground.

The Sunlight Spear pierced the tumor in that instant; the tumor exploded with a boom, and from within burst forth a torrent of pus like a sky-flooding deluge. Those waves of pus that almost blotted out the sky surged toward Gwyn together with the full-moon giant tree.

"Not bad at all."

Gong Qiying looked at this world-ending scene before him and sincerely praised Viskasa's power.

Only someone who could pull off such a grand spectacle deserved to be called a Demon King.

To his left and right front and in the sky above were all attacks rushing straight at him; only behind him was there a gap through which he could escape.

However, while Gwyn and Nite could flee, the adventurers could not. Elo and Hidor's flying speed at this moment was somewhat lacking; at best, they would end up severely injured.

And if he stepped up to take the hit in order to protect them?

Perhaps, just as Viskasa had said, none of the abilities Gwyn and Nite had shown so far could handle such large-scale attacks; even if they did their utmost to block them, they might still fail to keep Leon and the others safe.

So right now the best option was to run—ideally grabbing Elo and Hidor and dragging them along...

But that was the thinking of trash!

"Can't lose face in front of the camera."

Gong Qiying looked at Gwyn and chose at this moment to possess him.

And in that brief gap of time beforehand, he sensed what Viskasa was doing at this very moment.

Just now, Viskasa had returned to the Holy Light Church covered by the pillar of light and sat back down on the Pope's throne.

The instant he sat in that specially made seat, black miasma from the entire nation surged toward him in an unending stream; a look of both pain and pleasure appeared on his face.

"I'll use this bit of time to complete my final metamorphosis."

Viskasa's plan consisted of three steps.

First, back in Scameroon, he turned the people of this nation into his loyal followers.

Second, he absorbed the devout Faith those followers had offered over hundreds of years and, using his special status, became a being infinitely close to the Light God.

Third, he would have the Demon Clan slaughter Scameroon, turning the Faith of his followers into despair, and use that despair to twist his own Divine Power, thereby falling and becoming... a Demon King!

Now, the plan had reached the third step when Sain interrupted it; by this point, he had no choice but to see it through.

"I once walked the earth as a Demon Clan Sage, studying the essence of countless Demon Kings."

"They are of a nature very close to the Gods yet cannot become Gods—but precisely because of this, they possess the ability to devour Gods."

"As long as I complete the final step, I can perfectly fuse all Divine Powers and never again fear having them taken from me."

Not only that, his own strength would skyrocket thanks to a complete Demon King transformation!

Under such circumstances, he would surely be able to defeat Sain Dungeon!

But if even that was not enough, he still had one last trump card.

A perfectly round iron sphere floated behind the throne, its contents impossible to discern.

The world at large believed the Scameroon civil war had broken out because the Three Great Religions unearthed an ancient artifact that aroused the jealousy of other small Churches; yet this explanation failed to hold up and was widely regarded as false.

Viskasa, however, knew that at least the part about the Three Great Religions unearthing a treasure was true; inside the iron sphere was that very artifact.

The heart of the first Demon King.

If he ate it, he could undergo an even more thorough ascension, but...

Viskasa looked up at the sky, his gaze piercing the clouds as if peering into the cosmos.

The owner of this heart was not dead yet.

Eating it carried enormous hidden dangers.

Viskasa calmed his mind and continuously absorbed the black miasma from beyond the heavens.

He closed his eyes and savored the process; the slaughter carried out by the Demon Clan scattered across Scameroon was proceeding very quickly, and with his eyes closed he could still hear the wails of every person at the moment of their death, which put him in an even better mood.

That High Priest named Onora really did things most carefully and diligently, and had a good sense of the shifting tides—he immediately acknowledged me as his master, a talent well worth cultivating.