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

426: A turning point in the vicious cycle!“What, you’re not interested?” Song Zhong retorted.

Memorial immediately grew anxious upon hearing this. “How could I not be interested? I’ve been bored to death lately, but unfortunately…”

Memorial suddenly changed her tone, looking as if she wanted to explain but found it difficult.

“What, does an expert like you from Human Realm have something difficult to say?” Song Zhong asked with a smile, seeing Memorial’s expression.

“Sigh! I don’t know what happened, but ever since our last attack on the Asgard Human Realm, Olympus and the Tian Shen Temple have been extremely strict in guarding their own Human Realms.

We’ve received the latest intelligence: the Olympian Gods have moved their Human Realm into Minos’ Labyrinth.”

As Memorial spoke of Minos’ Labyrinth, the worry on her face deepened.

“Minos’ Labyrinth? Is that the labyrinth rumored to imprison the Minotaur?”

“That’s right!” Memorial nodded and continued, “The Minotaur’s Labyrinth is located on a small island in the sea near Olympus. That island is called Crete Island.

On the surface, it’s a small island, but in reality, this labyrinth is an ancient Divine Artifact.

Without guidance from an Olympian God, anyone will get lost inside.

To explore the labyrinth, we’ve already lost over a dozen experts skilled in reconnaissance.

Unfortunately, even after sacrificing so many people, we still haven’t found the correct path to enter the labyrinth.

That labyrinth seems to be constantly changing every day.”

“Then what if we just blast it open with a Star Destroyer Cannon?” Song Zhong asked.

Memorial shook her head. “It’s no use. This labyrinth will disperse the attack power into various Fork in the Road, spreading the damage, making it very difficult to inflict destructive blows.”

“So, our only option is to find an Olympian God to guide us?” Song Zhong asked.

“Theoretically, yes, but the Olympian Gods have all hidden themselves inside the labyrinth,” Memorial said, spreading her hands helplessly. “This is intelligence our agents exchanged with their lives.”

Now, the problem of entering the Human Realm has become a dead end: to enter the labyrinth, one must find an Olympian God, but to find an Olympian God, one must first enter the labyrinth.

The problem has formed a perfect closed loop, unsolvable!

Memorial looked at Song Zhong’s face and said, “From the looks of it, the Olympian Gods are much more cautious than those guys from Asgard.

Therefore, I have no solutions right now.”

Memorial spread her hands and leaned back against the railing, looking utterly despondent.

The sea breeze blew across their faces, a hint of subtle helplessness hidden within the calm.

“Perhaps, there’s still a turn for the better,” Song Zhong suddenly said.

“A turn for the better?” Memorial looked disdainful. “According to our intelligence, Athena, the only one who might have goodwill towards us, is also imprisoned in the labyrinth by the Olympian Gods. May I ask which other God can guide us?”

Memorial continued, “If you can find a way, this old lady will give you a kiss.”

Song Zhong’s expression was unreadable. He looked Memorial up and down, his gaze a bit strange.

Memorial was made a little uncomfortable by Song Zhong’s unreadable gaze, but words spoken are like water poured out; it was too late to take them back now.

Memorial’s face felt hot, and she stammered, “A beautiful girl’s kiss is already rare, you… you shouldn’t have any excessive thoughts.”

To her surprise, Song Zhong shook his head and said, “What are you thinking? A beautiful girl’s kiss? Aren’t you clearly trying to take advantage of me?”

“Ah?”

Memorial was stunned, instantly speechless, not knowing what to say.

Her eyes and mouth were wide open, like a bewildered cat.

The next second, a sharp sound burst from Memorial’s mouth, as if Song Zhong had stepped on her tail. “I’m taking advantage of you? Do you even hear what you’re saying? You… you’re too narcissistic, aren’t you?”

Song Zhong laughed heartily. “Alright, I’m not joking with you anymore. If the only way to solve the problem is to find a guide, then I think we already have a way.”

Memorial’s eyes lit up, and she asked, “What, do you have informants even within Olympus?”

“Heaven’s secrets must not be revealed!” Song Zhong deliberately played coy.

Memorial gritted her teeth in anger. Song Zhong’s current behavior was like finally finding a detective novel, only to open the first page and discover someone had scrawled in pencil: [Zhang San is the murderer!]

This secretive behavior was no different from a spoiler.

“Alright then, I’ll wait for your good news here!” Memorial said with puffed-out cheeks, huffing.

Song Zhong nodded slightly and once again transformed into a ball of Fluorescence, disappearing from the deck.

Their conversation was completely unreserved, and all the members of the Shang Xie Society witnessed it.

“Song Zhong is so handsome! Our president even wanted to kiss him, which was indeed a bit of taking advantage,” said a female researcher wearing glasses.

“Shut up! If you want to court death, don’t drag us into it. What if the president hears and stops our research project?”

“Alright, aren’t you curious where Song Zhong is going to find an Olympian God?”

“This guy isn’t going to kill his way back to Great Xia and grab a God from the battlefield, is he?”

“That’s… that’s too crude. It doesn’t quite fit Lord Song Zhong’s style.”

The members of the Shang Xie Society discussed animatedly, all guessing what Song Zhong would do.

While the Shang Xie Society members were lost in thought, Song Zhong’s figure had already appeared on the Moon.

Michael sensed a familiar aura. He slowly opened his eyes, a hint of fatigue in his gaze.

Looking at the green Fluorescence, he was somewhat surprised.

“How did you get here?” Michael asked.

Although reaching the level of a Supreme God allows one to travel between Earth and the Moon, who would idly come to the Moon?

This is the prison where Cthulhu is confined, filled with contaminating aura.

For the Gods, the Moon is like a giant gas chamber; everyone avoids it.

The Fluorescence converged into Song Zhong’s form. Sensing the aura of an unfamiliar God, the sealed Cthulhu began to stir again.

“Haha, become our believer!”

“Embrace the power of chaos together, and enjoy endless eternity!”

“Become us, become us…”

As soon as Song Zhong’s figure appeared, those fly-like calls poured into his mind.

Song Zhong’s eyes narrowed, and immediately the power of his Divine Kingdom Origin erupted from his body.

Boom!

An invisible ripple, centered on Song Zhong, spread across the lunar surface.

Those scattered Cthulhu powers, upon contact with the Divine Power transformed from national destiny, rapidly disintegrated as if ice and snow were melting.