We evil gods must hide.

Chapter 46 Scumbag, come save me!

Golden vertical pupils stared warily at the outsider, the fur around its body bristling and wreathed in tiny black flames.

Beren, or rather, the embodiment of the God of Order, moved forward slowly.

The pressure of the gods instantly enveloped the entire space, and the purple mist surged violently, as if in fear of this foreign divine power.

"A fragile heretic dares to usurp a divine position?"

The indifferent voice rang out again, and the avatar raised his hand, unleashing a divine chain of order that pierced through the air with world-destroying power, rushing straight towards the black tiger.

A roar filled with divine rage resounded.

The black flames around the latter instantly surged, and the surrounding purple mist frantically gathered, forming a thick barrier in front of it. The divine chain crashed into the barrier, producing a deafening roar.

A battle of gods erupted instantly.

It is the master of this plane, controlling the primordial purple mist. Even with its incomplete divine essence, it still enjoys natural blessings here.

The black flames and the golden light of order collided continuously, and the space was constantly twisted and shattered in the collision of the two divine forces, only to be slowly repaired by the origin of the plane.

But it was ultimately too weak.

Having previously exhausted his own essence in the struggle for faith power with Lin Qi, he ultimately lost out to the incarnation of the God of Order.

Half an hour later, a piercing scream echoed across the land.

A divine chain pierced its shoulder blade, black divine blood gushed out, the ball of light shattered instantly, and it crashed heavily to the ground like a falling leaf. Its golden vertical pupils were clouded with a layer of mist, the black flames around its body were completely extinguished, and it no longer had the strength to move.

Its enormous form gradually shrank, transforming into the black kitten with a crescent moon on its head that Lin Qi had seen before.

It failed.

His chest rose and fell slightly.

There was a hint of resentment in his golden eyes.

The power of the divine intervention was also rapidly fading.

The golden light slowly dissipated, and Beren's body crashed heavily to the ground with a muffled groan.

His physical body was on the verge of collapse, covered in bloodstains, his hair had turned gray, and he didn't even have the strength to lift a finger. All that remained were his eyes, which were fixed on the dying little black cat on the ground, filled with greedy ecstasy.

It became.

He succeeded in the end.

He used his scepter to walk slowly toward the little black cat.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the little black cat, a flippant laugh came from behind him.

"Lord Beren, that's quite a tactic."

Beren turned around abruptly.

Evan of the Temple of Justice.

He glanced at the dying little black cat on the ground, then looked at the completely exhausted Beren, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth deepened.

"I fought tooth and nail to defeat this wild deity, only to find I can't even stand up. Tell me, what kind of mess is that?"

Beren's face turned deathly pale instantly, then flushed red, her eyes filled with shame, anger, and resentment.

"Evan! How dare you! This belongs to my Temple of Order!"

"your?"

Evan raised an eyebrow, slowly walked to the little black cat's side, lifted his foot, and gently kicked away Beren's outstretched hand, ignoring the other's rage. "Outside, who was it that threatened me when I was mostly weakened?"

"Um?"

Evan made a listening motion.

Evan bent down, picked up the longsword dropped by the Temple of Order warrior, and pressed the tip against Beren's throat, his smile icy.

"Thank you, Lord Beren, for clearing away the obstacles for me and subduing this little deity. I would be honored to accept such a generous gift."

The black kitten looked at the two humans in front of it, a look of despair flashing in its eyes.

However, at this moment, it seemed to suddenly sense something.

A faint soul fluctuation, carrying the despair of impending death, traveled rapidly outwards along the plane's origin.

It used its last bit of strength to send out a distress signal.

Meanwhile, Lynch was still happily reaping the benefits of faith.

"Scumbag!"

A weak, feeble voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Lynch was startled.

"Please save me! I beg you, I'll share this dimension with you! They're trying to kill me!"

[Prompt: Do you agree to share this plane and subdue the gods of this place?]

The system notification sounded simultaneously.

Lynch did not hesitate at all.

"yes!"

The moment he agreed, the purple mist throughout the entire plane suddenly surged without warning.

The two priests also noticed this anomaly.

"This is?"

Evan's mouth gaped slightly, somewhat puzzled.

"Fool! Someone is stealing the power of another dimension! Hahahaha, cough cough, you're a clown too!"

Beren suddenly burst into laughter, coughing up blood.

And just then...

A black figure emerged from the purple mist like a ghost, without emitting any aura, as if he were a part of the purple mist itself.

It was Lynch.

A faint purple mist swirled around him, merging with the very essence of the entire plane.

His steps were light, and with each step, the purple mist in the sky rose and fell, as if paying homage to its master.

His gaze swept over Beren on the ground, then over Evan who looked bewildered, and finally landed on the dying little black cat, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

"Who are you?!"

Evan snapped back to reality and became extremely vigilant.

He could sense that the young man before him possessed neither a divine aura nor any demonic fluctuations, yet he stood there as if he were one with the entire plane, emanating a sense of oppression far exceeding that of the little black cat that had just been on the verge of death.

"It's you! How did you get in!"

When Beren saw Lynch's face clearly, his body seemed to freeze. He couldn't understand how Lynch, whom he had labeled a cultist, could suddenly appear.

Moreover, judging from the other party's appearance, they clearly control the power of the plane.

Could it be that after fighting to the death with this cat, this black-haired youth was actually the true original god of this plane?

Beren began to seriously doubt herself.

Lynch did not answer.

He simply raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Instantly, the purple mist surged wildly, rushing towards Evan and his companion like a tidal wave.

Wherever the purple mist passed, the divine light that Evan had gathered was instantly extinguished, like a candle flame being extinguished. Even the runes on his staff were eroded by the purple mist and became dim and lifeless.

The crushing force of the dimensional rules was even more thorough and decisive for these clergy.

Evan's face turned deathly pale instantly.

He could clearly feel his magic power dissipating rapidly, his Fairness spell being completely suppressed, and he couldn't even form the most basic protective shield.

impossible.

That's impossible.

How could an unknown kid possibly control such powerful forces in the original plane?

"Who exactly are you?!"

Evan's voice was stern.

"Quickly unleash your divine descent; you are no match for him!"

Beren shouted.

Without hesitation, Evan bit his tongue hard, spitting a mouthful of blood onto his staff. He frantically formed hand seals and chanted a prayer even more obscure than Beren's earlier.

The Divine Descent Technique of the Temple of Fairness.

He must invoke the will of the God of Justice; only the power of the gods can contend with this strange young man before him.

The light surged instantly, even brighter than Beren's golden light, and the entire space of the hall began to distort. A will, gentler than the avatar of the God of Order, yet more unquestionable, slowly descended and enveloped the entire space.

Evan's body was enveloped in blue light, and his eyes became indifferent and majestic. The will of the God of Fairness was taking over his body.

"What troubles ordinary people like us?"

A detached voice rang out, carrying the pressure of a god, and pressed down on Lin Qi.

But the moment this oppressive force touched Lin Qi, the will of the God of Fairness suddenly paused.

"Hmm, a fair contract?"

That aloof and dignified aura rippled slightly, as if it had sensed something utterly incredible.

The will of the God of Fairness was firmly fixed on Lin Qi's brow.

After a brief silence, a deafening laugh suddenly echoed throughout the entire hall.

It wasn't Evan's voice; it was the voice of the god of fairness, a laugh filled with ecstasy and understanding.

"It was you! The Forgotten One! It was you all along!"

"So it's you, the old man, who's back!"