Zhan Shen: It’s Just a Sacrifice, How Can I Become a Villain?

321: Long-lost Night’s Watchman!As Song Zhong uttered that somewhat melodramatic line, a magnificent Divine Power shot straight up into the sky from the depths of Great Xia.

That Divine Power was incredibly dazzling, forming a stark contrast with the gray mist that enveloped the Earth.

The moment the Divine Power appeared, almost all the Gods of various mythologies sensed something unusual.

In Asgard of the Norse, Odin, seated at the top of the World Tree, opened his single eye, looking at the distant Eastern Nation, and fell into contemplation.

Inside the Tian Shen Temple on Olympus Mountain, Zeus, bathed in lightning, gazed into the distance; this God King, known for his decisive actions, even showed a hint of doubt in his eyes.

On the towering India Tian Shen Temple, the snowstorm seemed to intensify, and the temple gates closed even tighter under the battering of the wind and blizzard.

Meanwhile, Sun City, the Egyptian God Kingdom that had become a land without a master, began to shake violently as if an earthquake had struck, and the magnificent Sun Plaza shattered into pieces, completely turning into a wasteland.

The violent shaking lasted for several minutes, and the entire land of Egypt seemed to transform into a ghost ship, slowly moving towards the direction of Great Xia’s territory.

Now that Egypt National Luck had been completely absorbed by Great Xia National Luck, this land also began its journey of return by instinct. There was no longer any Egyptian territory; this continent, from now on, belonged to Great Xia.

That brilliant Divine Power also caught the attention of the Gods of Great Xia.

”What is that Divine Power?”

”Unclear. In all my time as a God, I have never seen anything so miraculous.”

”No, look, the mist outside Great Xia seems to be receding...”

The Gods of Great Xia immediately looked around, and indeed, as the range of the colorful Divine Power continuously expanded, the mist surrounding Great Xia slowly receded at a visible speed...

”It’s true, the mist really receded...”

”What’s going on?” Celestial Worthy of the Way and Virtue’s face showed an expression of disbelief.

”This Divine Power, in the end, still originates from the power of National Luck. This anomaly occurred after Great Xia National Luck absorbed Egypt National Luck. Could it be that the fused National Luck has some restraint over the Cthulhu mist?” Celestial Worthy of the Primordial Beginning speculated.

Tongtian Jiaozhu looked at the receding mist, and the expression on his face grew solemn, ”If the Fusion of National Luck can truly restrain the Cthulhu mist, then...”

He did not finish his sentence, but Celestial Worthy of the Primordial Beginning and Celestial Worthy of the Way and Virtue both understood his meaning.

There was more than just Egypt’s National Luck, but if they truly did that, it would be tantamount to Great Xia declaring war on all God Kingdoms simultaneously...

Moreover, whether this matter could be carried out ultimately depended on Song Zhong’s wishes.

Of course, the premise was that his previous deduction was correct.

As the National Luck Divine Power continued to expand, the mist also receded further and further.

Even ordinary people discovered this situation. Seeing the sea, which had been shrouded in mist and gloom all day, see the light of day again, residents along the coast were shocked.

”Oh my God, the mist is actually retreating!”

”Haha, I never thought that in my lifetime, I, an old man, would be able to see such a vast sea.”

”The sea is really blue! I thought everything written in textbooks was a lie.”

”The mist has receded, can we go fishing in the deep sea like in the history books?”

”Good, good! I’ve never fished in the sea before. I wonder if I’ll come back empty-handed?”

...

After retreating for ten thousand miles, the mist finally stopped.

The National Luck Divine Power was not omnipotent; this was the extent it could achieve for now.

However, the anomaly occurring on Earth caused tremors on the Moon.

On the Moon, countless craters began to spew out bursts of mist. As the mist continuously increased, the entire Moon began to shake.

If the shaking on Earth was called an earthquake, then on the Moon, it could temporarily be called a moonquake.

As the shaking intensified, deep, bottomless cracks appeared on the Moon’s surface.

Countless nightmarish calls and Whisper surged out from within the cracks, along with an endless number of bizarre tentacles.

Just as anomalies frequently occurred on the Moon, a majestic golden light shot up into the sky.

The Seraph Michael spread his six wings, exerting the power of the Domain of Mortals to its utmost.

”What exactly happened? What makes these Cthulhu Gods want to forcefully break through the Seal?”

Michael plunged his holy sword into the Moon, and surging Divine Power flowed into the Moon through the holy sword.

He created a Miracle, a Miracle of restoring the Seal.

As the Domain of Mortals enveloped the entire Moon, countless cracks reclosed, and the annoying Whisper disappeared. On the Moon, it was as if nothing had happened.

Only Michael knew that he had just brushed past danger.

He gazed towards Earth, looking at the enlarged gap in the mist.

”There... is Great Xia. Perhaps, I should ask that agent...”

In a small, unknown fishing village along the coast of Great Xia.

Chen Lu suddenly fell from his chair. He clutched his head, rolling on the ground incessantly.

The bulging veins on his forehead and his drenched sweat all indicated that he was enduring unimaginable torment.

Uncle Chen quickly closed the door. He knew there was nothing he could do.

”Don’t shout, don’t shout, I know what to do...”

Chen Lu’s expression was extremely distorted. He covered his ears, seemingly trying to block out all sounds.

However, it was obvious that this did not help.

It was a full half an hour later before Chen Lu felt the nightmare in his mind gradually dissipate.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat blankly on the ground, looking like a patient with schizophrenia.

”Master, did they just bestow a Divine Oracle?” Uncle Chen asked cautiously.

Hearing his question, Chen Lu finally regained his composure.

”They... can’t wait...” Chen Lu’s cloudy eyes gradually regained their luster, ”It seems it’s time to make those guys in Asgard exert themselves.”

Uncle Chen was stunned for a moment, ”Master, shouldn’t we open Takamagahara first?”

Chen Lu shook his head, ”Takamagahara has another use; now is not the time to open it.

There’s no such thing as a free lunch. That fellow Odin received the gift of Cthulhu; it’s time for him to do something.”

Northern Europe, Asgard.

Si Xiaonan and Leng Xuan were walking on the endless glaciers.

They had just completed a task assigned by Loki, annihilating a miniature God tribe within the mist.

Si Xiaonan squatted on the ground, extending her fair fingers. She gently wrote a name in the snow.

”Song Zhong?”

Leng Xuan looked at the name, nodded, and then quickly used his foot to erase the writing.

The two had a tacit understanding, comprehending each other’s meaning.

Indeed, just now, a black Dragon phantom of Song Zhong simultaneously appeared in both their minds.

Although they didn’t know why this change occurred, something abnormal had definitely happened on Great Xia’s side.