Global Deities: My Talent Comes from the Stars

Chapter 51 The Second-Order Transcendent Divine Envoy

"You are the divine messenger they speak of?" Chang looked at the woman before him and felt an unprecedented pressure.

"You are also messengers who will send you to the underworld, and your corpses will make up for my losses these past few days."

"Unfortunately, we are not afraid of death, and our souls cannot be enslaved."

Two Spirit Warriors pounced from the flank, their battle aura coating their short swords, aiming straight for her vitals.

With a gentle sway of her wide sleeves, a circle of grayish-white frost mist rippled outwards from her, and ghostly figures could be faintly seen drifting within the mist.

The two warriors who first touched the frost mist froze in place.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, their skin turned gray and peeled off, followed by the flesh and blood beneath. In the blink of an eye, the two burly men were reduced to two plumes of ashes scattered by the inertia of their forward charge, their weapons clattering to the ground.

Seeing this, Chang dared not be careless. He covered his entire body with his fighting spirit to block the incoming white mist.

He stomped on the ground, shattering it, and flew high into the air, hurtling towards the divine messenger.

The woman in the purple robe neither dodged nor flinched, but instead raised her withered palm upwards.

Shields made of countless wailing faces appeared out of thin air.

As the giant axe cleaved into it, Chang felt as if he had slashed into a bottomless swamp.

The fighting spirit on the axe blade was devoured by those faces. The bone-chilling cold that spread up the axe handle formed a thick layer of white frost on his wrist.

The dead fought for those who enslaved them, intending to drag more of the living into the abyss of death.

Chang decisively released his left hand, used his waist to kick the surface of the shield in mid-air, and rolled backward ten steps away.

He flicked the ice shards off the back of his hand, his mind churning with turmoil.

The strangeness of this woman before him was completely beyond his expectations. As a fellow member of the gods, her extraordinary power was beyond description.

"So, why go to your death?"

The woman in purple robes clasped her hands together, and the ashes of the dead warriors, mixed with death energy, condensed into a black spear several meters long. The spearhead was aimed at Chang's chest and shot out.

Chang did not back down at all, and his broad battle axe swept across, striking the gun barrel.

"Bang!"

With a deafening explosion, the black gun shattered into a cloud of white mist. The powerful impact propelled Chang's feet backward several meters across the muddy ground.

Blood rushed to Chang's throat, and his vision blurred for a moment.

In that brief moment, a second spear was already at his throat.

At that moment, a crack was torn open in the thick, dark clouds overhead.

A dazzling beam of light crashed down from the sky.

The fire of the heart swept across the entire scene, scorching away all impurities.

The violent shockwave threw the woman in the purple robe back several steps, and the robe, a symbol of her status, was scorched with large scorch marks by the aftershocks.

"Liang Jiu?"

The woman gritted her teeth as she squeezed out the name.

Golden dust fell gently, revealing two figures, one tall and one short.

Shinzou had clearly noticed the miracle, but hadn't yet figured out where he was.

But those dark arms cupped his face, preventing him from looking around and turning his gaze away.

The selfish Zhuo Er wanted to possess everything.

The half-drow elf tiptoed, her long, silvery-white hair billowing in the wind. She cupped Xinzang's blood-stained face in her hands and kissed him.

Xin Zang's eyes widened in surprise.

This can hardly be called a kiss.

Liz's movements were rough and impatient, her teeth smacking against the man's cheek. Like a mother animal finally recognizing her cubs, she clumsily nibbled at his cheek with the joy of something lost and found.

After a while, the lips separated from the cheek.

The golden dust dissipated in the wind, and Liz's feverish mind finally cleared. She belatedly realized that she seemed to have been moved to a different position.

Not far away, the strange woman in the charred purple robe stared at them with a livid face and hostility.

Liz's fair neck instantly flushed red.

She buried her burning cheeks in Xin Cang's blood-stained collar, daring not to look around any longer.

From the void came a simple question: "So, Master, this is what you call a backup plan?"

"What else can I do?" Liang Jiu's leisurely voice echoed back. "Do you expect me to personally confront an avatar whose strength is only at the second-tier transcendent level?"

In mid-air, a curtain of light stretched across Liang Jiu's retina.

[Name: Death Messenger (Li Qinggu's divine power clone)]

[Level: Extraordinary Tier 2]

[Trait:]

Death Echo: Controls unclaimed corpses within a certain radius to launch indiscriminate attacks.

Genius Necromancer: Necromantic spells gain additional enchantments, possessing a more comprehensive spell system.

The status of a deity: Their soul and spirit are equivalent to those of a deity, granting them immunity to almost all mental attacks.

[Comment: A puppet filled with negative energy, walking the world in place of the gods, is the most reliable vessel for the gods, and can also be seen as a multi-functional divine artifact.]

"Besides, the main character is right here with us..." Liang Jiu added.

"Moreover, soon, that clone will also be in our hands."

At this moment, they were behind them.

Li Qinggu was bound hand and foot and pressed down on a white plastic chair. Every word of their conversation reached her ears.

She gritted her teeth and struggled for a moment, but the chains materialized from divine power immediately tightened, binding her firmly to the back of the chair.

On the ground, the undead army was routed, and the morale of her followers plummeted, which also caused the recovery speed of her divine power to drop drastically.

She had thought that taking a risky tactic—spreading a large amount of divine power to condense an avatar to descend onto the battlefield—would have a miraculous effect in turning the tide of battle. Little did she know, the flow of divine power was detected by the inconspicuous iron box beside Liang Jiu.

She turned her head, looking at Jane, who was floating beside her, with a complicated expression.

Jealousy began to creep into my heart.

She also possessed a similar divine power-enhancing device called the "Wet Component Assist Cluster," which consisted of the interconnected brains of several extraordinary beings and could help share the burden of controlling divine power.

But this was the first time she had ever seen such a high-level artifact that could autonomously deduce, master disguise, and even multitask.

Jane noticed her gaze.

The blocky machine nimbly spun a few times in mid-air before flying straight to a stop in front of Li Qinggu's nose. The smooth screen flickered, displaying an emoticon.

(ー`′ー)

"Surrender now, there's no point in resisting." Words constructed from divine power appeared in the air.

"What good would it do for me to surrender now?" Li Qinggu sneered. "Your master hasn't been idle at all. Right now, he's trying to seize control of my clone by following the link."

"That's true." Jane floated up and down in mid-air twice, as if nodding in agreement. "Although I neither respect nor understand my master, I still suggest that you obediently cooperate."

The expression on the screen changed a few times, and the light shone on Li Qinggu's pale face:

"My master isn't a heartless person...maybe."