Despair must be the best word to sum up these magicians' feelings. To find Saarn, they had traveled considerable distances to the city of Arcadia. In order to cast the forbidden spell, Alfred had to sacrifice his own life, although this did not succeed in obliterating him. It couldn't possibly damage him at all.
Saarn was now perched high in the air, staring at them suspiciously. He had adopted a new shape. A fully developed Yahn, who can compete?
It was no longer possible for Alfred to cast the forbidden spell a second time because he was already so weak.
"Is this the only strength of a so-called Magic Tutor?" Sain said.
In fact, Alfred was aware of the issue before Saarn reappeared. He consumed Meredith, his teacher, if what Saarn claimed earlier is accurate.
Then, it suffices to demonstrate that Saarn already possessed the power to murder a magic teacher many years prior. not to mention the fact that he is now in God's presence.
As soon as Saarn regained his vigor, a scarlet cloud once more engulfed the entire Arcadia City. Moreover than when he had recently climbed to the gods. Although the fog was all around him, his form was clearly apparent because he was high in the sky.
Those few remaining believers saw Lord Saarn resurrected and all fell to their knees, chanting his name. No one saw that Saarn's brow was slightly furrowed. Because he could sense that two of the four saints under him Nadox and Sarn their aura had disappeared.
They were dead. But Saarn's astonishment was only momentary, for such trivial matters, he would not care now.
He looked at the magicians below and slowly spoke, "Alfred, any last words?"
The entire city of Arcadia City could hear Saarn's voice as it resounded. Alfred realized that the mission had failed at this time. He had no regrets, though. Even if he was given several more opportunities, the outcome would remain the same if even the most potent forbidden magic he could cast failed to end Saarn's life.
Do your best and pay attention to God's will, according to an Eastern proverb. If God cannot be disobeyed, then he actually has nothing to say. Alfred was overjoyed to see the students and apprentices gathered around him, glaring angrily and fearlessly at Yarn.
He briefly coughed before smiling for the first time all evening. "You have a choice, murder them or kill me, Saarn. However, let me warn you that killing more people won't help you prevent the inevitable extinction because humans are essentially invulnerable."
Saarn's inner nature also underwent major change after becoming a divinity, making it difficult for Yarn to be convinced by Alfred's stirring remarks. He only found it fascinating. The tiny, vulnerable beings known as humans had long ruled the planet.
"Good, then you will disappear along with your wish."
When Saarn was done, he waved his hand and caused a breeze and sand to appear. Alfred and a group of magicians were being attacked by a shotgun-like-speed gravel in the air. Unsurprisingly, these magicians who have been stripped of their bodies will pass away in the next instant with blood holes all over their bodies.
A startling transformation happened at this exact moment. Alfred and his followers vanished in a split second after a figure flashed by extremely quickly. Saarn was already unbeatable since he was a deity of the blood and flesh of the heart.
He had a strong sense that no one in the city of Arcadia could currently compete with him. No one is capable of harming him, much less killing him.
In his opinion, all species are comparable to pigs and dogs. Consequently, even when Alfred and the others abruptly
"Teleportation?" Saarn guessed the reason at first.
Because Alfred's presence was no longer felt by him. Contrarily, a young man with black hair and black pupils suddenly materialized in the center of Saarn's field of vision.
"How are you, fellow Saarn?" He said with a smile.
Saarn was a little taken aback when he first saw Zhang Jue. As a freshly promoted god, he could feel that this man's aura was fundamentally distinct from that of other people on this world.
Saarn frowned as his ethereal voice rang out from the sky, "Who are you?"
...
General Kashar, leader of the GOC, and Angelo, who were in charge of the GOC and SCP Foundation, were seated in front of a big screen. After receiving immediate special care, the satellite was already able to look through the crimson fog and assess the condition inside Arcadia.
They anticipated Alfred's casting of the unlawful spell and then watched as Saarn was brought back to life. They were in the worst possible attitude right now. No matter what, they did not anticipate that Saarn would not be wiped out by four nuclear bombs plus a forbidden magic.
This indicates that the Foundation and the GOC have exhausted all of their options; at the very least, the operation they had planned together was unsuccessful. Alfred could be slain at any point with Saarn's resurrection.
But they are no longer paying attention to this. Their expectations were significantly exceeded by Saarn's strength, which has now become a significant issue for humanity. They need to consider how they will explain this situation to their respective organizations.
In contrast, there seems to be no need to say anything when Alfred and a bunch of magicians are killed. They are unable to save and do not want to save.
Both of them had cold faces and were planning to leave. But they were called by a staff member on the side.
"Lord Angelo, General Kashar, you look--"
When Kashar turned around, a young man wearing the SCP Foundation uniform and with black hair and eyes suddenly appeared in the image. Even more shocking was the fact that the young man was violently unafraid and even talking and laughing while facing Saarn. General Kashar questioned whether even he could defeat an evil god.
He asked Angelo in amazement, "Who is he?
...
With the exception of those flesh and blood monsters with tenacious life forces, there were no longer any normal people in the contemporary Arcadia due to the numerous explosions that had left the city's defenses shattered. all but Zhang Jue.
Zhang Jue had seen Alfred and his followers cast the unlawful spell together. The special effects, which were far superior to what he had experienced when playing the game. He hadn't really intended to save these magicians, to be honest.
In the thick of battle, the general has little chance of survival. He was aware that it would probably be preferable to sacrifice these individuals here. It's important to note that he and they are meeting for the first time without even a casual acquaintance.
There was no requirement to take a chance on a ride to save them. But when it came down to it, Zhang Jue's brain was hot and he manifested like a ghost upon witnessing their life-defying presence.
He had already dragged Alfred and the others into the alternate reality when he regained consciousness, and he was standing in front of Saarn. Even he had not anticipated it.
But it made no difference. One major advantage belonged to Zhang Jue.
Whatever the situation, he was able to swiftly accept the reality in front of him and consider a solution. It was identical to the moment he had crossed over.
He had previously built up a backup plan to eliminate Saarn, and he couldn't now forsake his prior work. Even though the opposing side is an evil deity, he can still get his way as long as he can talk.
Saarn's observation abilities became so strong when he attained Godhood that he immediately realized he was not a member of the human race.
He asked, "Who are you?"
Hearing these words, Zhang Jue smiled. More than a year had passed since he had crossed into this world. Many people had asked him the question, "Who are you?
There are allies and enemies, and his response varies as well. However, each time he felt as though he had not finished, as if he had failed to fully present himself to people. He remembered a chat he had when he was younger with his father.
"Dad, I'm going to be in first grade tomorrow, and my teacher said I should introduce myself to everyone in a paragraph, what should I say?"
"This is very simple. The most important thing is to introduce yourself is to have the momentum, so that others can remember you at once."
"Then how to be considered to have the momentum?"
"This is even simpler. For example, you can write a poem for yourself."
"A poem?"
"Yes, a poem."
"So dad, do you have one?"
"He, not afraid to tell you, your father I am the least short of this stuff, if you want to listen, I can read out a thousand words or more in a minute without repeating."
"Dad, your writing must have been very good when you were a kid."
"Sorry, my language teacher was mad at me."
...
The corner of Zhang Jue's mouth slowly rose as the memory ended.
Under the gaze of the three parties, Saarn, SCP Foundation and GOC, he slowly spoke.
"Since you have asked in a badly manner, I will answer you in a righteous manner."
"God, Allah, Jade Emperor, Rudra."
"Within the three worlds, among the six paths, the mighty name is well known to women and children."
"When I came to see the ancient river and the sea, I visited the mysteries of the world."
"A flute, a sword, a monk."
"Who is the friend of the lone wolf, who is the friend of the heavenly bathing snow."
"One flute, one sword, one business, fifteen years of madness."
"Dragon horse a thousand miles snowflake line, wind moon ten steps heavenly sword sound."
"The autumn frost cuts the jade number long day, does not destroy the monk's name."
"Pretending to be a god and a saint and an immortal, abandoning Confucianism and the Tao and the whole sage."
"The real book in the box is not read, do not know literature and martial arts only know money."
"Heaven and earth do not speak, filthy incarnate."
"Kill and purify the world, my life against God."
"Punched 087, Rode 682, Materialized 3125, Wander through 1351."
"The appearance of the immortal painting, gracefulness is suitable for all families."
"There is no evil thought in the heart, the gods and ghosts are afraid, is what I'm about to show you!"
"The line will change its name, to be the same as I, Zhang Jue!"
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Zhang Jue had just completed reciting a poem when it suddenly seemed as though nothing was moving. The only reason Saarn asked was because he was inquisitive about Zhang Jue's identity and believed the man's physique was unique. How could he not have anticipated how much this Asian man with black hair and dark pupils would babble?
Saarn had been around for a very long time and knew Chinese. The poetry Zhang Jue read, nevertheless, contained a few phrases that he was unable to understand. Without mentioning him, even a serious Chinese man would be perplexed by Zhang Jue's vernacular if there were no subtitles.
The initial sense of panic had peaked on this full moon night in this troubled city. However, there was a startling change when Zhang Jue spoke such a lengthy poem. If no one intervened, it appeared as though he would perform a piece of "Annunciation" or "Eight Fold Screen" right away.
Saarn's mouth slightly opened, but he was unable to speak anything despite his desire. How could a newly promoted god fail to anticipate such a circumstance in his first appearance?
Not just Saarn, but Angelo, General Kashar, and the staff standing behind them all share the same expression right now in front of the enormous screen. Anyone with a basic understanding of Chinese was initially awed by Zhang Jue's literary prowess before being overpowered by his ruthlessness.
They had never encountered a man who could describe himself in such glowing terms or in such a situation. Didn't he realize that standing opposite him was a cruel god who might kill him at any time?
General Kashar looked at Angelo after a brief pause and asked, "Is that the newly elevated advisor of your Foundation?"
Angelo had heard a lot about Zhang Jue even though he had never met him and had only seen his image. conceited, out of the ordinary, and rude. What he would do next is impossible to predict. Just like Zhang Jue's fashion.
Although he was hesitant to acknowledge it, he was unable to provide an argument to contradict it, and Angelo could only nod in agreement.
After chuckling as he seemed to gather his thoughts, General Kasha turned to face the young guy on the television and finally exclaimed, "Foundation... is truly extraordinary. "
The Foundation has been renowned for its rigor from the beginning. People tend to associate the Foundation with terms like thorough, earnest, and unbiased. Because of this, it is risky to live and work in such an environment.
However, the Foundation did not agree with Zhang Jue's aesthetic. Despite the gravity of the situation, Hangdog is cynical and capable of some fancy work. One of the reasons Angelo didn't like him was because of this.
He felt that Zhang Jue had no right to be a member of the Foundation. Humanity would have long since vanished if the Foundation had been populated by individuals like Zhang Jue. However, Zhang Jue surprised everyone by being by far the most well-liked individual at the Foundation; even the O5 council had to sign his banner.
Shouldn't the world be controlled by smart people?
...
Back in Arcadia City, the vista was cut off. After staring at Zhang Jue for thirty seconds, Saarn was unable to speak. He was an articulate man who had founded the Sarkic Cult, but when confronted by Zhang Jue, he was speechless.
But when he was confronted by Zhang Jue, he felt helpless. Zhang Jue straightened his hair as he observed that Saarn was afraid to speak.
"What is it? Do you feel fear? That is typical. Who wouldn't appreciate a strong, gorgeous young man like myself, after all?"
"..."
Saarn would have undoubtedly slapped Zhang Jue into powder at the first chance if he had known that the entire dialogue between the two had been broadcast live to the GOC and the Foundation.
He wasn't instantly hostile to Zhang Jue because he had just attained Godhood, was in a pleasant mood, and could only communicate with Zhang Jue.
"This is the first time I've ever seen someone so unashamed as you," Saarn said.
"Then you ought to give me credit for providing you a lengthy insight today," Zhang Jue stated before reflecting and adding, "But if you think I'm the most shameless person, you're dead wrong. That's because you've never seen my father, a person who combines shamelessness and shamelessness. Meeting him will undoubtedly change your perspective. Guess what he responded when I asked him once why he constantly put off writing novels?"
The city of Arcadia is currently covered with a variety of corpses and devastation, and the air is thick with the smell of blood. As the moonlight shone down, it appeared even more ominous and frightening. In the air, a newly elevated wicked god watched the world from above, surrounded by a red mist, and ready to begin murder.
Zhang Jue began to rant and rave about his father in this circumstance. Those who weren't aware would have assumed he was talking to his friends and farting. If Zhang Jue wasn't attentive, one may be misled by his high-flying logic and his quick mouth.
Emotions were something Saarn had almost totally lost after his ascension to God, yet as he stared at the man in front of him, he couldn't help but get a headache. He meant to stop this dull talk because he still had a lot to do and was in a hurry.
"That's enough." Saarn said.
But Zhang Jue apparently hadn't had enough, as he continued to chat to himself while utterly ignoring him. Saarn made a small frown. Few people ventured to disagree with him when he hadn't even attained the status of God. Not to mention the fact that he was now an actual god.
Saarn waved his hand and averted his eyes. The ferocious wind arose from all sides. He already possessed the authority of heaven and earth as a god. Zhang Jue was immediately blown to the edge of a collapsing structure because he was hit by the gale and had no time to react.
His body crashed in with a boom, punching a hole in the wall. The velocity resembled that of a rocket. I worry that he would have been destroyed at this point if he had been a regular person.
Even if Zhang Jue didn't activate his second state following the SCP-682 hardening, he could still withstand a collision of this size, but it wouldn't be pleasant.
"Hmm?"
When Saarn turned to face the hole, it was obvious that Zhang Jue wasn't actually dead. He gently pressed his palm as it was turned over. Then, all of a sudden, the building fell down, like if someone had smacked it.
Zhang Jue was smacked in the building's debris like a mosquito. Saarn gave a small nod, happy with his present level of strength.
But a split second later, his brow furrowed once more. It was because he discovered that Zhang Jue, the young man, was still alive. A stone wall was forced open with a clang, and Zhang Jue emerged.
"I say, you're a bit rude, interrupting people at will, no quality at all."
He spat, spitting out the crumbs in his mouth. "You don't even have to learn a lesson anymore, so I'll have to discipline you because yours are too casual to be a god!"
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