She has another way.
This stillborn fetus has no physical body, no material attributes, so it can't be very strong in this world. But that's not a problem.
Because she had already wielded the fragments of the divine sword, cutting off the usable parts of her own body and giving them to this dead spirit. Combined with the flesh and blood that once belonged to the fallen angel, this unborn being, originally a pure spirit, should be able to unleash its highest potential. At that time, its power, like the heart and soul, would be able to grow exponentially, possessing limitless potential.
It might even smear a mark on the grand scheme of destiny!
Hahaha! If doing this will make that guy pretending to be a maid look foolish, it will definitely give Dark Moon a lot of pleasure, right?
But in any case, she could no longer see that scene.
Abandoning its name, scorning its fate, and discarding its body, the nameless dark moon thus sinks into the eternal "second death."
Plunging into eternal darkness.
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"Won."
Because Abigail Hecate hurled a mountain-sized fireball at Darkmoon, the entire underwater ruins were blasted into a state resembling the aftermath of a nuclear explosion.
Within a hundred feet of the destructive force of such a nuclear explosion, nothing on earth could possibly survive. Fortunately, Hayden and his companions were already gods or god-like beings. Angela and Abigail were unharmed, and Hayden only suffered minor injuries.
He then cast several spells to track and detect any signs of life in the nameless dark moon, and quickly concluded: "That nameless god is definitely dead."
Only after hearing Hayden's words did Abigail Hecate truly breathe a sigh of relief and collapse to the ground.
Upon seeing this, Hayden immediately frowned: "Are you alright?"
“It’s alright. At least I still have 70% of Hecate’s fighting strength.” Abigail sighed, rubbing her forehead. “I’m not really exhausted. It’s just that I feel like a string has suddenly loosened in my mind.”
After all, for over four hundred years, Hecate had been Abigail's eternal sworn mistress, essentially a slave and master. Only now had she finally escaped those black lead shackles.
To be honest, she even felt like crying.
(But if I actually cry, that brat Hayden will definitely look down on me. Hmm, no way.)
Abigail has a lot of pride. Besides, she's practically a demon goddess now.
Hayden had no idea what she was thinking. Gazing at the spot where the nameless god had been slain, he began to ponder another question: "Abigail, did you gain Hecate's knowledge and memories?"
Abigail didn't understand his question at first: "Only fragmented pieces. After all, she only pieced them together for me in a panic. What's wrong?"
Hayden waved his hand and replied, "I'm just wondering why she suddenly started causing trouble for you these past two days, and why she deliberately exposed herself to us. Although I know her plan must have gone wrong, we still don't know what her plan is."
The nameless Darkmoon had said she originally intended to find some divine sword to perform a ritual to transcend her destiny, but that was supposed to be a long-term plan. Why did she jump in front of Abigail and expose herself prematurely? Hayden still couldn't figure it out.
"Oh, that's it."
Abigail's words immediately brought it to mind.
"She was forced to expose herself because I had a falling out with her and we flipped the table."
The original Hecate erased Abigail's memories after knocking her down, but now that Abigail has become the real Hecate, most of her memories from the past few days have returned. Abigail doesn't see this as a big deal.
However, Hayden frowned immediately upon hearing her words: "You were the one who turned against her and overturned the table? Why did you do that? The risk was too great."
Yes, why bother? Abigail asked herself this question when she had amnesia. Even she herself was puzzled then. Why did she overturn Hecate's table instead of obediently listening to her? She had originally planned to accept her fate; what changed her mind?
"Wow...Wow!"
Now Abigail finally remembered. As soon as she remembered, she couldn't help but make a strange noise, which drew a curious look from Hayden.
What changed her decision?
It was because... Hecate said she planned to kill Hayden, and Abigail felt she couldn't take it anymore, so she flipped the table on the spot.
(Oh no! Hayden can't find out about this, he'll definitely take advantage of it!)
This witch, who had lived for four hundred years, wasn't stupid, especially knowing how arrogant Hayden usually was. Just thinking about his expression after he found out why he had fallen out with Hecate made Abigail feel incredibly awkward.
In particular, she remembered that during the time she lost her memory and became a "little girl," she actually criticized Hayden for spending too much crazy effort and resources on a grand project to save her. And what was the result? She herself actually did almost the same thing.
When she overturned Hecate's table, she never expected Hayden to do the same for her.
Wow, this is so embarrassing! How stupid! She was stupid, and so was Hayden!
Just thinking about it made Abigail's face burn!
We mustn't let Hayden know, absolutely not. If that brat finds out, it will be a disgrace that won't fade for the next four hundred years.
This was so tragic that it made her want to cry.
Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, Hayden had no idea what she was thinking.
"Another mystery has been solved. But there's nothing we can do about it."
Hayden spoke while taking out his phone to check something.
"The nameless god is dead, and the grand project ritual is over. Time and space are returning to normal, and it's about time we went back to rest. We still need to give you another check-up."
Abigail didn't dare to dwell on what had just happened. She quickly nodded and said, "Okay, okay, let's go back now. I'm tired enough today."
The man panicked so much that he forgot what he had just said.
Unfortunately, things in this world are rarely so smooth.
“Master, Miss Hecate.”
Angela, who had been deliberately keeping quiet and letting Hayden and Abby talk more, finally spoke up.
"I sense a very dangerous energy reaction approaching. I advise you both to evacuate as soon as possible."
Angela's expression was unusually tense.
Hayden and Abigail were slightly startled by these words. But they couldn't just run away. Others on the sea, including the cult and workers, could also be affected.
"Dark Moon is dead, so what else is here?"
Even Abigail couldn't answer the question. Her memories didn't contain the details of the Dark Moon Goddess's plan.
The next instant, the seabed beneath their feet shook again, as if some enormous, dark creature had just awakened and taken a breath.
Beneath the rubble, deep within the magma of the mantle… something enormous was moving, struggling like a cyst. It first shook off the rubble and magma, then a long, swaying shadow appeared. The shadow expanded and contracted, enveloped in magma and ablaze with black flames.
Hayden and Abigail stared at it. For a moment, even they, who possessed divine power, were stunned, forgetting to breathe, and instinctively felt a supernatural fear.
What the hell is this? What is this thing that is breathing, moving, yet wet, wrinkled, and swollen? It looks like a baby, a deformed human baby, but what human baby in the world is ten meters tall, wrapped in a gray amniotic sac, and holding a black greatsword in its thin, twisted right hand?
More importantly, human babies don't crawl out of the cracked earth with the terrifying power and aura of finally breaking free from constraints and being born into the world.
A stillborn child born of Death, a life never before born, a god of darkness who never received a name, now wields the sword of death, shatters the prison of death, and emerges from the deepest abyss.
220: The Stillborn God
I looked, and there before me was a grey horse, and riding it was a horse named Death. And Hades followed him.
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The stillborn child of Death, a life that was never born, a dark god who never received a name, now wields the sword of death, shatters the cage of death, and emerges from the deepest abyss.
Seeing its shriveled and swollen body, feeling the aura of death and decay, all living things—whether gods or humans—must feel both disgust and fear.
This deformed, bloated, grotesque, wet, and clearly underdeveloped monstrous fetus was so enormous and twisted that even the gods would be disgusted by its sight. This was the instinct of life. Any mortal would lose control of their bladder, and even Hayden and Abigail, who possessed divine powers, had to use their strength to suppress this terrible sensation.
Driven by instinct and a fighting instinct, Hayden and Abigail immediately attacked, unleashing powerful blows at the stillborn creature. White-hot lightning shot from Hayden's staff, while Abigail unleashed a blazing pillar of fire upon the undead. Each strike was powerful enough to blast away an entire street or annihilate a small army.
But when they landed on this stillborn fetus, they vanished without a trace, disappearing without a sound.
Abigail's face turned deathly pale: "Even though it was just a probing attack, this is just too much..."
"Exaggeration?" Hayden's face was even more grim than hers. "I'm worried the exaggeration is yet to come—be careful, it's about to start!"
However, this undead fetus doesn't seem to be particularly powerful, so perhaps there's no need to be so nervous?
Before the words were even finished, the stillborn fetus cooperated by making a gesture.
It raised its black greatsword and gently stabbed it into the ground. This simple action allowed Hayden and Abigail to faintly hear the sound of the gears of time turning in the darkness.
In the next instant, a gray wave was released from the necromancer's blade. Wherever the wave passed, the gears of time and space meshed tightly together. The underwater spacetime, which was originally returning to normal, was completely pinned down and sealed off by this sword.
Moreover, this gray fluctuation not only covered the seabed but also continued to expand outward, instantly covering the entire Dead Sea!
Wind is motion, but here the wind dies, and motion ceases.
Light is time, but here light has fallen, and time has stopped.
The great project was originally intended to return time and space here to the past, but now it has been locked in this moment by death, because ultimate death is ultimate cessation.
Yes
The gears of time and space meshed and locked in that instant. The entire flow of time in the Dead Sea, the entire material space of the Dead Sea—all were frozen in place by this dead infant.
Its power and range were so great that even artificial satellites in outer space above the Dead Sea could not escape its impact.
Needless to say, Hayden and Abigail were shocked and even terrified when they saw this.
Some evil villains believe they can control the world if they can freeze a ten-meter radius area for five seconds. But this stillborn fetus has distorted the entire Dead Sea into a strange, colorless gray space, freezing all matter, and seemingly without any time limit.
If Abigail hadn't become a fallen angel with both body and spirit, and if Hayden hadn't learned to act with his spirit and soul in the Order, they would have been defeated in that instant!
...On the contrary, Angela, for some reason, was completely unaffected by the matter stop despite having a mechanical doll body. She didn't seem to care at all, and just frowned: "This is a bit bad."
Even the invincible Angela said so, so Hayden must be even more miserable now.
What the hell is this thing?!
Abigail, of course, couldn't answer him. Not only did she not know, but even the Nameless Dark Moon only learned of it shortly before his death.
Why does this deformed and twisted thing possess such terrifying power that no one can stop or defeat, as if it can devour everything?
No one answered Hayden's question.
Only the undead fetus continued to move.
It raised its hand and swung its sword, clearly unaware of any martial arts techniques, possessing only raw power—but with that single swing, the space itself burst open with dark fragments that scattered in all directions. From the cracks, or rather, from the depths of the earth's crust beneath them, or even perhaps from the underworld beneath the earth, things began to gush forth.
Since ancient times, people from different cultures around the world have believed that the underworld is located underground or at the bottom of the sea. Physically, this is certainly not true, but in terms of phases, it may not be. This is the deep bottom of the Dead Sea, a place inherently dead.
As the black sword ripped through space, even more death surged forth from beneath the earth's crust like magma.
The stillborn infant god had no legs. Its legs, like those of an undeveloped fetus, were completely atrophied, hanging from its body like useless, lifeless objects. But it did not need to walk; instead, it rode on a colossal, gray, lava-like wave of death. This gray wave flowed out like blood from a wound, silently churning and boiling, conquering even the world in its wake.
Spacetime was suppressed and locked, and then the entire underwater space began to be disintegrated and devoured by death. This was not merely the collapse of rocks and ruins, but the annihilation and contraction of spacetime itself. The last ruins of Sodom were being eaten by death, the dilapidated buildings serving as its silent, agonizing maw.
The stillborn god atop the gray waves raised its head and spread its arms, looking like a king, a dark king, the ruler of the sea of death, about to embrace everything it was about to conquer.
But what exactly is it?
"This is a stillborn child born from the union of fallen angels."
At the same time, Angela finally spoke up to explain to Hayden.
She spoke casually, but the information she conveyed was quite explosive. Moreover, Angela's expression was strange as she said it.
She was usually light-hearted, carefree, and very approachable. But now Angela exuded a more aloof, detached, and imposing aura.
Hayden and Abigail had both experienced this aura before. Angela would occasionally reveal an even more profound side, as if she were hiding outside the cosmic curtain, revealing only the tip of an iceberg of that inhuman behemoth.
Moreover, Abigail is now the fallen angel Hecate, and she understands the significance of this power even more, causing her to freeze instantly.
"Light and wind once fought on this land, turning it into a dead land."
Angela calmly continued her explanation.
"This dead land received their blood and thus conceived a stillborn child. Originally, the stillborn child was nothing but an inanimate object, but the master's magic reversed time and space, and the dying Dark Moon deliberately wanted to take revenge on me, so the stillborn child god gained life."
She sighed softly as she finished speaking.
"Now it is a spirit born from the Dead Sea, with the body of a fallen angel, and it is wielding the [Divine Punishment Sword (yohakh)] indiscriminately, which is quite troublesome."
The fragments of the divine sword that Dark Moon found before, along with the fragments of the divine sword that were originally buried beneath the Dead Sea, have now been combined in the hands of the Child God of Death, becoming a black greatsword of death. It is the key to the underworld, and death is led by it.
As soon as he finished speaking, the young god turned his empty gaze and pointed his black greatsword at Hayden and the others.
In an instant, its deathly aura stirred the earth and the sea. The sea of the underworld surged forth, raising even higher and stronger waves. This water of death was so heavy, each drop possessing immense power, and the giant waves could pulverize all life, crushing out the last breath of life.
Abigail clicked her tongue and immediately stepped in to stop her.
Just as Angela could breathe out the life force, this stillborn child could guide the underworld. The powers Abigail received from Hecate were mostly related to fire, time and space, and witches—the powers related to the moon and stars were basically lost along with the Dark Moon. But fire was just right for this place.
She opened her mouth and exhaled, spewing out a cloud of red flames. From this red cloud surged extremely intense fire, causing the surrounding temperature to rise rapidly, even distorting the air, and managing to suppress the chill of death slightly.
Moreover, the roars of wild beasts constantly emanated from within this red cloud. Upon closer inspection, it turned out that the red cloud was actually composed of tens of thousands of fiery hounds and wolves. This is because hounds and wolves are Hecate's sacred beasts, and she is the goddess of the hunt on earth.
Tens of thousands of fire hounds swept across the sky, burning mountains and boiling seas, rushing forward in packs, their barking deafening, as if trying to dry up the giant waves of the underworld.