Chapter 691: Chapter 691

To be at someone else’s mercy where the power of life and death lay in that person’s hands, this was the situation that the God of Plague was facing.

According to his style in the past, naturally, he would hide himself and meet no one at all. Of course, if they could not find him, then nothing would happen. But if Sui Xiong were to bring Arcaian and Three Nothingness to search for him and managed to find him, his lifetime would probably have reached its end.

Because his priesthood was restrained, if he were to fight one-on-one with any of the gods under Sui Xiong’s command, he might not even be able to win against Three Nothingness. And Three Nothingness was the weakest in close-combat power. In addition, there was another deity, Arcaian, who was more skillful in battle than Three Nothingness, also restraining him. If he could escape, that would be considered as his luck.

However… other than these two banes of his life, there was still Sui Xiong!

If he were to really face such a disposition of combat forces, the God of Plague would absolutely have no chance of escape. Or he might not even have the chance to surrender—eliminating gods who contradicted his priesthood could greatly enhance his divinity. The Void God System would definitely chop him up into pieces and turn those pieces into nutrients that could enhance the strength of the God of Medicine and the God of Healing.

So Wall was confident he could convince the God of Plague to meet with Sui Xiong because he knew that the other party was afraid of him. Or rather, afraid of the Void God System that he represented.

Therefore, he did not notice that the look in the God of Plague’s eyes. With his head hung low, the God of Plague’s eyes were flashing with hope and not fear.

Why would His Majesty, the Void Mask, want to speak with him? He could most probably guess the reason.

Though it was not manipulated by him, there were indeed signs of a plague appearing on the Main Plane. If allowed to develop normally, it would not take long before a major plague would break out and engulf the western part of the continent. A conservative estimation of the number of deaths would be around hundreds of thousands of people, and it would not be strange if the number of deaths went up to the millions.

This major plague could provide a large amount of divinity for the God of Plague, but he had no intention to really let this plague happen.

With the development of medical technology, the frequency of plagues happening on the continent was decreasing, and the scale of any recurring plague was also slowly reducing. In this regard, perhaps the other gods might not know, but the God of Plague was very clear about it.

Because he did not have many followers, his intelligence was not hindered by the power of belief. This allowed him to maintain good sobriety. So all this time, he had been thinking, where would he be in the future?

It was said that heaven would always leave a door open, so there would always be a way out. Even if there were no longer any plagues on the Main Plane, the other worlds might still have plagues occurring. This would be enough to sustain the continued existence of the God of Plague as a deity. However, he was not the only god with the priesthood of “plague” in this world. Just as how the Goddess of Ocean controlled more than 80 percent of the ocean on the Main Plane, but she did not actually have much control over the oceans in the other worlds. The God of Plague’s situation was very similar to hers. If there were really no occurrences of a plague on the Main Plane, his divinity would most probably fall to the level of a weak Divine Power, or it might even fall a god-to-be level.

About this, the God of Plague was not very worried. Back when he was sealed god, he only wanted to pursue a life without death. So long as he had immortality, being at the level of a god-to-be was no big deal.

But he was somewhat unwilling if he had to concede defeat just like that and leave the Pantheon temple like a useless coward. He had been the God of Plague for so many years, how could he be cast out onto the streets like a muddle-headed fool?

So he had long wanted to meet with His Majesty, the Void Mask, who had nurtured the God of Medicine and the God of Healing. He wanted to ask what was going on in detail.

In recent years, he had been waiting for opportunities. For this reason, he had even gone through the difficulty of stationing communication clones at the Pantheon temple—it should be noted that in the past, he would not even set foot in the Pantheon temple, lest he be discovered.

The reason for sending such clones to Pantheon temple was to find the opportunity to meet and have a discussion with His Majesty, the Void Mask.

In fact, he also knew that it would be more sincere if he were to directly make a visit personally. However, as an extremely senior, domiciliary creature, he honestly could not muster up the courage to visit others. So he could only lie down on his throne in the Pantheon temple as though he were a corpse, quietly waiting for his opportunity.

Now, when there were signs of a massive plague appearing on the Main Plane and His Majesty, the Void Mask, had asked to meet him, he knew his opportunity had arrived.

“I’ll stop this plague,” he said. This was the first thing he said when they met on a deserted little world. He did not even bother about greetings or making small talk.

On the contrary, Sui Xiong was stunned by what the God of Plague said. He certainly wanted to get help from this God of Plague in stopping this major plague that could possibly render thousands of miles of land barren. But how could the other party take a stand before he even began his persuasion?

Director, this script doesn’t seem right!

“In exchange, I have some things that I would like to consult Your Majesty with,” said the God of Plague. This was his second line which eventually led Sui Xiong to realize that basically, it was not that the script was wrong. The problem was with the actor.

If this God of Plague were to produce a movie, he would definitely be poison to the box office. To hell with the way he spoke. No matter how many superstars there were, it would never be able to fill the hole he created!

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How could you speak like that? How could you possibly turn everything topsy-turvy? You have also lived for a long time, yet you don’t even have the slightest bit of common sense!

Sui Xiong was absolutely not going to admit that he was squelched by the first thing the God of Plague said the moment he opened his mouth. In his heart, he felt a slight pinch of anger that originated from his embarrassment.

Secretly, he jeered at the God of Plague, and at the same time, he tidied up his emotions. Then he began a detailed discussion with the God of Plague.

Through this detailed discussion, he was hit by a sudden realization—what true talent! Unbelievable talent! This guy, the God of Plague, who had been in his position for so many years, was not even clear about the cause of a plague and its principle of transmission!

Hey! You are the God of Plague! Don’t you even feel a little sorry for your priesthood?

When Sui Xiong finally could not hold back, he pointed this out. The God of Plague said with much indifference, “This priesthood was not something I gained with my own efforts. It was something that I seized after the expedition against the former God of Plague.”

Sui Xiong really did his best to resist the impulse of wanting to beat up this fellow. At the same time, he made up his mind. In the future, he would always maintain enough vigilance against such fellows who became sealed gods through robbing others of their priesthoods.

Otherwise… it was highly possible that he might die of rage!

This was simply biasedness. The God of Aristocrats also became a sealed god by robbing a priesthood, but he was very reliable and would completely put himself in the position of the aristocrats.

In fact, the situation with the God of Plague was a minority. After he was sealed as a god, he had been focusing on being a coward. He did not want followers and did not develop his church. Even if someone prayed to him, he would make no response most of the time. If not for the occasional plagues that he would spread, which could be considered as reluctantly fulfilling his priesthood duties, it was highly possible that his priesthood would have separated from him because his behavior did not conform to his priesthood.

So it was for this very reason that he was not entirely eroded by this priesthood of “plague” and could still maintain a relatively sober self.

“So that’s what a plague is all about…” said the God of Plague. After Sui Xiong gave him a detailed introduction of the nature of a plague, the God of Plague was hit by a sudden realization and nodded.

At the same time, his noumenon that was in the God’s Kingdom suddenly felt a rapid growth in Divine Power, which soon made up for his loss over those years,

“So… Your Majesty, the Void Mask, as the God of Plague, what should I do?” asked the God of Plague. After feeling great joy, he asked very humbly, “Does it mean that other than spreading the plague, I truly have no other path to take? This path is inappropriate!”

“If you also know this path is inappropriate, why are you still going down this path?”

“When I joined forces to put the heavily injured and weak God of Plague to the sword, at that time, I felt that no matter what, being able to attain immortality was the best…”

“May I take the liberty to ask, what did you do back in those years?”

“Me? I was a bandit.”

“I’m asking, other than being a bandit, what else are you good at?”

“Farming, hunting, gathering wild fruits, so long as I could fill my stomach, there was nothing I wouldn’t do. At that time, my days could be so tough that even filling my stomach was extremely hard. So later on, I almost became a professional bandit. After all, robbing was the easiest,” said the God of Plague. The rotting face of the God of Plague unveiled a look of remembrance that Sui Xiong could not see at all. “I remember that I once robbed a dragon that was my source of food for a good half a year…”

Sui Xiong was already feeling a little sluggish. At last, he could not help but ask, “What race did you belong to?”

“Trolls,” said the God of Plague, who was not the least ashamed of his origins. “The kind of trolls that are very commonly seen nowadays. I was a poisonous troll. I liked to use my natural toxin to cause the food to rot, then with my food in that sticky state, I’d drink and eat at the same time.”

Maybe I should just kill him.

Sui Xiong sighed deeply, and regardless of how the God of Plague tried urging him to stay, he merely replied, “I will slowly think of an answer to your question. When I’ve come up with one, I’ll contact you.” Then he hurriedly bade farewell and left.

Hanging out with this fellow really exhausted Sui Xiong both physically and mentally…