Doomsday Code

Chapter 950 Destroying God

As Shen Zhinian looked at Chen Cheng's bloodshot, obsessive appearance, he felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

In fact, he had long since sensed Chen Cheng's bloodline. For the past thousand years, he had been thinking about how to take revenge on Lyca after breaking the seal.

Now that his bloodline descendant had been toyed with, and judging from the situation, it was a descendant who had come into contact with the sequence of gods, he felt an extreme sense of satisfaction.

Shen Zhinian laughed loudly at Chen Cheng, then his eyes changed from mocking to fierce as he said:

"What do you know? The power of faith? How can you think that devout faith in gods is the power of faith?"

That would make the power of faith far too cheap; wouldn't it mean that even a venerable god like myself would have to beg for alms from ants like you?

Chen Cheng gritted his teeth after hearing this. He had probably been having too good a time lately and had forgotten a lot of things.

Squidward made it very clear that intelligent life like humans is like wheat in a field to the gods—something that can be harvested one crop after another.

But in reality, who has ever seen a wheat harvester beg the wheat for a bountiful harvest?

Seeing Chen Cheng's increasingly grim expression, Shen Zhi Nian, while drawing upon the power of the rules of heaven and earth, said:

"So, have you thought it through? You ants dare to resist? As soon as I appear before you, you will become my food."

Yes, that's reality. Gods don't need to ask anything of humans, nor do they need to take any responsibility for them. As long as they appear before humans and let them see them and know their name, then humans become the wheat they can harvest.

This has nothing to do with piety or not, it's just about knowing the concept.

And that is the divine.

Therefore, the so-called severing of the power of faith was just a play that God was putting on for them.

Moreover, Chen Cheng suspected that this guy deliberately made him make that cut.

Chen Cheng guessed that his source of power must have been suppressed by the Great Wall, and if he wanted to break free and awaken completely, then the source of power that supplied him would become a constraint.

So, my stab was, in a way, helping him.

When Chen Cheng gritted his teeth and voiced his conjecture, everyone instantly fell into despair.

Meanwhile, Shen Zhinian was laughing wildly in mid-air, because the wonderful feeling of having his hated bloodline descendant grit his teeth and reveal his plan was simply exhilarating.

After the initial excitement subsided, Shen Zhinian looked at Chen Cheng and the others on the ground with a ferocious gaze and said:

"I have just escaped and am still thirsty; you will all become my sustenance."

As he spoke, Shen Zhi Nian controlled the power of the rules he was drawing towards Ge Long and the others, while simultaneously opening his blood-red maw, preparing to devour Chen Cheng and the others alive.

At this moment, Chen Cheng let out a long sigh and said:

"Have you finished speaking? It seems there's really nothing left to hide."

Immediately, to the god's astonishment, a small wooden sword appeared in Chen Cheng's hand, trembling violently.

Chen Cheng crushed the wooden sword with one hand, and instantly a world belonging to the sword appeared.

In this world, there exists only one extremely pure and refined ancient longsword.

Upon seeing this sword, Shen Zhinian realized that he had lost all control over anything outside of his own consciousness; rules, faith, and divine power all ceased to exist.

And in the next instant, his consciousness began to fade away.

Without uttering a sound, God vanished in an instant.

At the same time, his image in everyone's memory also evaporated, except for Chen Cheng, who still retained his memory.

The small wooden sword fragments fell to the ground with a sound. Kui Niu and the others looked at Chen Cheng, then shuddered, somewhat shaken, and said:

"Your Majesty, you just used Old Ye's sword. It seems the enemy has been completely annihilated."

At this moment, Ge Long also looked at Chen Cheng and said:

"Whose sword is this? It actually pierced through my mind and severed a part of my memories."

The most bewildered of all was Chen Cheng, who never expected the small wooden sword Ye Rong had given him to be so powerful.

His initial plan was simply to extract Shen Zhi Nian's trump card, then use the wooden sword to completely sever Shen Zhi Nian's source of power, and finally join forces with Ge Long and the others to destroy him.

But who would have thought that this sword strike would be so powerful, directly severing the very source of the god's memories here.

The reason he still remembered it was probably because he had already ascended to godhood, and in terms of rank, he was at the same level as the gods.

Therefore, his so-called 'knowing' faith was useless to him, which is why Ye Rong's sword did not follow the internet cable and sever that part of his memory.

"It's alright, the problem has been resolved."

Chen Cheng picked up all the wood chips on the ground. If he had known the power of the wooden sword earlier, he would have stopped trying to outwit Shen Zhinian and just killed him with a single, powerful strike.

However, this is just wishful thinking. In reality, if the source of that guy's power, Shen Zhi Nian, hadn't been severed, Ye Rong's sword might not have been able to kill him.

Otherwise, Chen Cheng believed that his ancestor, who could go toe-to-toe with gods, definitely had stronger methods than Ye Rong. However, the fact that he failed to kill the divine thought speaks volumes.

It could be said that God only mourned that guy's death; he completely brought about his own demise.

If he had stayed here quietly and hadn't thought about causing trouble, then my strike would never have severed his power node.

With a source of power, Chen Cheng and his group couldn't do anything to him.

However, these are all hindsight. Fortunately, the target of death was not them, but the gods.

Beyond the abyss, beyond the Great Wall in the northern border, hordes of orcs, like waves, were advancing towards the Great Wall. At this time, the new barbarian king and the new tribal chiefs, guided by the Great Wall army, arrived at Thousand Mile Bone Mountain to negotiate with Ye Rong.

"General Ye Rong, our people are willing to submit to your empire and accept your rule. We only hope that your empire can accept us refugees."

The new barbarian king adopted a very humble posture; in the past thousand years, the orc race had only once submitted to Thornflower.

That was only for the individual Thornflower, not the Thornflower Empire at that time.

Now, for the sake of their people's survival, they are willing to submit to the empire and accept its rule like other ethnic groups.

However, Ye Rong did not respond to him at this moment, but instead looked towards the far north, the distant edge of the world.

Just now, he unleashed a sword strike that he had been accumulating for two hundred years.

The only enemy Ye Rong could think of that could force Chen Cheng to use his sword was something deep beneath the abyss.

In the next instant, Ye Rong transformed into a streak of sword light and flew towards the far north.