Chapter 1215: Chapter 1202: The Child of God Buried by Divine Gear Chapter 1215: Chapter 1202: The Child of God Buried by Divine Gear Beneath the grey, churning cloud vortex, in the eyes of terrified humans, a towering eagle-headed giant stood amidst the city. His massive form was so colossal that the tallest buildings of the city could only reach up to his waist.

For a civilization on the surface of the Earth, a creature with such an enormous body was a god-like existence that was simply beyond their ability to cope with. Merely laying eyes on it would naturally inspire awe and fear.

Thus, the city armed forces—fifteen armed helicopters—drawn by the God-stealing Elder’s blood sacrifice, began to retreat upon seeing the Son of the Golden Eagle, whose body had already reached into the heavens.

But their recent attack had drawn the attention of this half-god whose hearts were not so broad. Shrouded in a layer of golden light, which made the divine being seem sacred, he opened his mouth and breathed out gently.

A furious wind swept up, blowing through the dense clusters of city buildings. Wherever it passed, the steel jungle instantly became scattered and shattered, and then, those dozens of helicopters attempting to flee were directly twisted into a sky full of iron scraps.

Such a scene plunged the city—previously shocked into silence by the half-god’s entrance—into unprecedented panic. The masses surged, everyone desperately trying to get as far from the half-god’s location as possible.

Swamped in tumultuous crowds, with no order to be found, countless chaotic incidents arose. Shouts, screams, and cries spread in an instant through the city’s streets and alleys.

The order of civilization instantly evaporated when facing an existence that could destroy it, with the instinct to survive overpowering the rationale of every individual.

No thought was required, no hesitation needed. When they saw a being like a deity appear and begin to destroy the city, everyone started to flee, with no one willing to attack a behemoth nearing three hundred meters in height.

After expressing his astonishment at the chaos he caused, affecting tens of millions in the city, the half-god lost interest, with his attention always fixed on Muria.

“Mortal things, how is it?” Half-God Giovanni boasted to Muria, showing off his demi-godly body, the strongest form one could have beneath a deity, “You still have the chance to bow your head and submit to me.”

“Since my birth, you are the first one who has dared to say such things in front of me.”

The black dragon looked at the half-god who was walking towards him, with clusters of skyscrapers collapsing at his feet, the symbols of civilization shattering instantly in the face of great power.

“Oh, interesting, it sounds like you also possess some notable identity?” The Son of the Golden Eagle’s eyes showed a teasing light, “Speak out, maybe your identity will qualify you to become my mount.”

“You’re unworthy to know!”

Muria’s tone was unfluctuating, having already prepared to respond to such provocation.

However, his true self had no intention of intervening. A mere Child of a Divine Being was not worth the risk of being expelled by the Great World Will, and there were plenty of ways to kill a demi-god.

“You only need to know that you have angered me!”

As Half-God Giovanni watched with a mocking gaze, the black dragon extended his claws and with a gentle tug, slowly drew an ancient-patterned sword from space.

With the appearance of this sword, the vortex that had formed due to the demi-god’s presence showed signs of collapsing; the ash-grey clouds were tinted with a faint red.

An aura of terror emanated from the sword, with visions of divine beings bleeding and demons wailing reflected in the sky, dispelling the half-god’s oppressive aura in an instant.

Watching the black dragon unsheathe the sword of slaughter, the expression on Half-God Giovanni’s face went from mocking to stunned. He gazed foolishly at the dragon wielding the sword, and then his face displayed ecstasy.

“I never expected such an insignificant otherworldly native to possess a True Divine Artifact, hahaha, what an unexpected treasure I’ve stumbled upon,” the demigod Giovanni rejoiced, ecstatic.

“It seems your origins are quite extraordinary, wielding a True Divine Artifact. Offer it up to me now!”

Clang—

To the words of the Golden Eagle’s son, Muria paid no heed. He grasped his sword in one claw, then slashed down with all his might, sending a crimson-gold sword light flying out. The sword light was only a few meters from the sword when it began to spread, expanding to hundreds of meters in width as it neared the demigod.

Clang!

Seeing the incoming attack, demigod Giovanni wore a scornful smile as he placed his war lance in front of him, intending to block the attack and then seize the True Divine Artifact from the dragon’s grasp. But the crisp sound of breaking metal shattered his fantasy as he watched in disbelief the sword light effortlessly cleave through his war lance.

Then he watched, wide-eyed, as the sword light, undiminished in power, plunged into his chest, scattering pale golden demigod blood across the sky.

“How is this possible?”

The pain of a body being sliced apart, and the primal wound of a soul being torn asunder, caused the son of the Golden Eagle, Giovanni, to scream in disbelief. He could not fathom how he could have been severely wounded by such a weak being.

Even if this insignificant being wielded the supreme True Divine Artifact, it should not be so easily wielded. He could not understand.

“But this is as far as you’ll go. You managed to wound me once with this True Divine Artifact merely because I was careless. You won’t be able to harm me a second time.”

The demigod, his body split, forcibly rejoined his form using the Divine Power inherited from his father, then stared at the sword-wielding dragon with a look of furious rage.

True Gods, whose lives far surpass mortal things in every way, do not forbid the seven emotions and six desires of mortals. In fact, they harbor even more intense emotions and desires than mortals do.

Feeling offended and his life threatened, demigod Giovanni’s eyes blazed with anger, and flames manifested above his head, a manifestation of his rage.

“Enough!”

Under the watchful eyes of the panicked humans throughout the city, the black dragon that severely wounded the demigod with a single stroke, waved its claw. The Divine Chains of the Star River, glistening like the Milky Way, flew through the air and coiled around the demigod like a star-devouring serpent.

“Another True Divine Artifact? Are you kidding me?”

As soon as the Star Cloud Chain appeared, the son of the Golden Eagle felt the space around him become sealed off, and he could not break through the space to evade; he could only awkwardly flap his wings to dodge.

But the Star Cloud Chain, full of spirit and on the verge of developing its own intelligence, followed him like a shadow, sealing off every inch of space he could have used to escape.

“Damn reptile, die!”

The demigod, trapped within a spherical cage of metal chains created by the Star Cloud Chain, could not accept his rapid fall from grace and, filled with indignation, hurled the remaining half of his war lance at Muria.

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