Wicked tried to move and writhe, but the suppression of the Life Tablet was so firm that he could hardly budge at all. Aside from some incoherent sounds that sounded not much different from baby babble, he wasn't able to do anything else. Read latest chapters at novel35.com Only
Leonel reached down and pulled his head up, looking into Wicked's ferocious eyes and seeing something else that was interesting.
'Could it be the reason he's a little... slow isn't because of a matter of age, but a matter of this instead?'
Wicked's eyes were filled with fury right now, and that wasn't too surprising given the situation. But the main issue wasn't that. Instead, it seemed that it was a bit... too much, almost as though it would be less accurate to say that he was furious and more accurate to say that he was... Feral.
There was a thin dividing line between the two, but looking at the foam coming from Wicked's mouth, it was clear that it was closer to the latter.
Leonel's thoughts bounced from idea to idea, but he couldn't seem to figure out exactly what was going on.
'Logically speaking, there's no reason for the Three Finger Cult to have only tried to influence the Dimensional Verse, they definitely had their hands in multiple pots.
'Even the Three Finger Cult of the Human Bubbles should just be a facade, or else it wouldn't be worthy of that Demoness. I've already had Anastasia scan their region and she found nothing of interest... at least nothing of interest outside the fact all of their Invalids have already vanished.
'But this... Is he a failed experiment, then? But for this to be a failure... the drawbacks don't seem too bad.'
Having difficulty controlling yourself was considered to be quite a substantial problem. But, all things considered, it was quite minor depending on your perspective.
A wave of Force surged out, smashing against Leonel and sending him flying.
Leonel coughed out a mouthful of blood, his gaze flickering with a fierce light. If not for his Divine Armor, that blow would have directly killed him. Although he would have managed to protect his soul, the amount of energy he would have needed to rebuild his body would have been astronomical.
The value of his body now was far more than it had been in the past, especially since his body was also the anchor for his World of Destruction. If his body was destroyed, all of his progress in [Final Destruction] would be wasted.
The worst part of such an outcome was that he would lose his Innate Nodes and Stars in an endless void. Although they should technically be somewhere, just how impossible would it be to find them and tether them to himself again?
As though that wasn't bad enough, because this would happen, whenever he did manage to rebuild his body, he would immediately return to the Fourth Dimension and be unable to rebuild it from scratch.
Leonel coughed, struggling to get up as his Vital Star Force rushed to mend his internal wounds.
'Zoltene... Zoltene...'
He had heard that name before as well. Back when he was clearing the enemies of Earth and paving a path for them to conquer the entirety of their territory, one of the religions he had to wipe out was the Zoltene Religion, the Evergreen Religion had been another one.
Leonel felt that he had accidentally stepped into another web. No... it wasn't an accidental thing. Rather, he was already being wound in another's trap and he didn't even realize it.
These matters were far larger than he knew and it seemed that there were already Gods involved.
It wasn't a coincidence. The fact that Wicked was both a devout follower of Zoltene and likewise an Envoy of Destruction? It was absolutely impossible for these two things to not be related...
And if it was somehow the case that they were, it would be the largest coincidence in the world.