Rolling and dodging a barrage of assaults, Zhang Jue hid behind a collapsed structure. He had been talking a lot about teaching Yarn a lesson just moments earlier. But within minutes, he was already covered in bruises.
Despite being a recently elevated god, his power was no longer comparable to that of humans. With Zhang Jue's current might, it was already extremely uncommon to avoid being instantly murdered, let alone educate the opposing party. This demonstrates to everyone that playing the hard to get has a cost.
The hour hand on Zhang Jue's watch was about to point to position 6, and in a few seconds, dawn would break over the horizon. Zhang Jue wondered if he would be able to endure until then.
Saarn gave a slender smile as she peered at Zhang Jue's cover. A not-so-small meteorite dropped from the sky with a casual point of his right index finger, drawing a long tail flame and crashing on top of that structure.
Boom!
The entire building was soon reduced to scorched ground after a powerful explosion. The power of heaven and earth are contained in the movement of his hand as a deity. A figure emerged from the ruins in the middle of them.
None other than Zhang Jue was there. His hindquarters and chest were covered in unidentified tattoos, and he was naked. He had therefore triggered his second state, according to this. Normal kills couldn't even penetrate Zhang Jue's defense because of his self-healing prowess and extremely twisted physical characteristics.
Saarn was a god, though. A god could murder someone with little effort. Zhang Jue has the tenacity of a little strongman, and more crucially, Yarn didn't really want to kill him, which has allowed him to survive up till this point.
Saarn delayed killing him right away because he wanted to test his might. Saarn could sense a qualitative shift in his body as a freshly exalted god. He had eliminated every enemy both inside and outside of Arcadia City, thus there was no target at all.
Zhang Jue, who is tenacious, thus served as his ideal test subject. Saarn's mindset at this moment was similar to that of the majority of people. Wouldn't it be a waste not to utilize a sword if you just happened to have one?
Zhang Jue had a quick mind, powerful hands, a powerful body, and some degree of self-healing capacity. It was just too ideal as a target for gauging skill. Saarn had been reluctant to murder Zhang Jue for this reason.
He had a sad end as a result of this. Zhang Jue emerged from the ruins, grimacing in agony, having been miserable yet never breaking a bone.
"I say Saarn, you're lucky that you're a god. Come down and fight me single-handedly if you can."
Saarn had a general sense of Zhang Jue's ability as he observed with chilly eyes. The reason Zhang Jue claimed that was because he was unable to fly. Saarn didn't fall for it because he was aware that he was attempting to antagonize him.
After watching Zhang Jue jump while hovering in the upper air, he snapped his fingers. Only a blackness could be sensed by Zhang Jue before his eyes, and an enormous piece of iron suddenly materialized above his head.
From God's vantage point, the iron block appears to be a regular rectangle with dimensions of more than 100 meters in length, width, and height.
According to the density of iron, a conservative estimate, there are several million tons of weight. In the next second, the iron block fell without warning, smashing right on top of Zhang Jue's head.
"Holy shi-" He only had time to curse an expletive before his body disappeared under the iron block.
Boom!
The entire earth sank in deeply as a result of being unable to support the enormous weight, giving the iron block the impression that it was firmly planted there. The velocity of the iron block's drop continued for more than 10 meters before it finally came to an end.
This metal block shouldn't be iron, according to the results, because it is significantly heavier than the same volume of iron. Saarn's strength was at an all-time low after being elevated to godhood. The GOC and Foundation personnel had the same experience as if they had been watching the entire live broadcast of their duel.
Additionally, it provided them with a preliminary assessment of a god's combat prowess, revealing that despite the skill's banal appearance, it possesses intimidating strength. I worry about what will happen to the entire planet if Saarn becomes serious.
In order to develop a third set of plans as soon as possible, General Kashar and Angelo were already in touch with their respective departments. In a sense, they had gained valuable time thanks to Zhang Jue's conflict with Saarn.
Those employees held their breath while staring intently at the large screen. They weren't sure if Zhang Jue would make it through this particular ordeal.
The "iron block" toppled, and the only sound left on the battlefield between Saarn and Zhang Jue was the occasional distant explosion.
Bam!
The lid of a sewer shaft was forced open a few dozen meters from the edge of the iron block. Exhausted, Zhang Jue got out of it and collapsed onto his back. Fighting a deity, or receiving a one-sided thrashing, was quite an experience.
You could pass away at any time with only one error. When Zhang Jue checked his watch once more, he discovered that only 30 minutes had passed since his previous glance. However, the sun would rise soon and the sky was already completely white.
Zhang Jue had no idea that the twilight hours could last for so long. Who said that a minute's duration primarily relies on whether you are inside or outside of the restroom? Zhang Jue was currently outside the bathroom and was in danger of suffocating to death from pee.
He was well aware that Saarn might, at any point, kill him with a single action if he had had enough amusement. He did not flee, nor did he go into hiding and remain there; instead, he repeatedly showed up in front of Yarn while waiting for him to launch another attack.
In fact, there is a significant improvement in his ability to deflect Saarn's strike and use his own strength. After all, one does not always have the chance to battle God.
Saarn peered down at him from above the sky.
"Human, you seem to care a lot about time."
Let's just say that a god is a god. He didn't hold back, even though he was playing a game of cat and mouse. Zhang Jue was seen moving at all times in his eyes. Saarn could see Zhang Jue's eyes from where she was laying on the ground.
His face was covered in dust and blood stains, but he smiled, "Yeah, because I'm calculating your death."
Saarn regarded Zhang Jue with interest as he said this. Zhang Jue's body was near-indestructible and the apex of human perfection. He would have a good chance of winning even if he were to go up against a magic teacher directly.
However, you are still a long way from being able to kill a deity. Zhang Jue would be unable to attack with his hands free even if Saarn remained motionless.
There was like a chasm between a man and a god that was impossible to cross. Being intelligent, Saarn could see that Zhang Jue had earlier created a lengthy list of poetic numbers and afterwards circled himself, but he was merely buying time.
But doing so served no use. He had the power to take Zhang Jue's life whenever he wished. Therefore, Saarn was baffled as to why Zhang Jue did this. Did he believe that the SCP Foundation and the GOC would be able to save him so quickly?
Although Zhang Jue didn't look like the type of person to take any action, he undoubtedly had his justifications. It was the first time Yarn had ever felt threatened, and unexpectedly, a mortal had experienced it.
He was quite angry about this. His goal was to murder Zhang Jue. His face eventually took on an angry expression. He held his palm in the void while extending his hand toward Zhang Jue. Zhang Jue sensed a firm hold being applied to his body and was completely immobile.
Unsurprisingly, he would be killed in the following instant. The GOC and Foundation staff's hearts were nearly in their throats as they stood in front of the distant huge screen at this very moment. Despite spending so much time around Saarn, this Advisor Zhang was ultimately unable to prevent dying.
Was Saarn really beyond all hope of being stopped?
There was a breeze. Saarn had been in God's presence for more than six hours. Arcadia City was still covered in fog, but the sun had risen and the first rays of light had begun to penetrate the atmosphere.
Saarn's expression was progressively growing graver as Zhang Jue observed him, and he once more laughed out. "Saarn, I'm waiting for outside help, what are you waiting for?"
His words had just fallen. An ethereal voice came from the sky.
"Saarn, I declare war on you in the name of the Broken God!"
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A week before. The City of Gears is located where the Atlantic and Pacific Oceans converge.
The Great Warlock Saarn was ready to take the throne, and Robert Bumaro, the leader of the Church of the Broken God, wanted Zhang Jue to give him the SCP-271 to use against him. But Zhang Jue mercilessly refused.
Zhang Jue grinned as she addressed Robert Bumaro, "Saarn should be allowed to become one of the gods if he intends to do so. I won't lie; murdering gods is something I'm really interested in."
Although he spoke in a carefree and informal manner, his remarks were utterly stunning. It seemed as easy as consuming food and drinking water to kill a god.
Zhang Jue caught Robert Bumaro's attention as he sighed. This young man was among the most challenging persons to deal with because he was rough and greasy. Even if he were killed, it would be meaningless if he refused to turn over the items because even he wouldn't have a guarantee of victory in a genuine combat.
Robert Bumaro sat on the couch looking downcast. Saarn was poised to take the throne of God, and while he was powerless, the Sarkic Cult would expand and eventually conquer the globe. Saarn and him had been at odds for a long time, but this time, he would fully lose, and the Church of the Broken God would vanish from the stage of history.
Zhang Jue's sluggish voice broke out once more as Robert Bumaro was deteriorating in agony. "To say that giving something to you is not impossible-"
Robert Bumaro, who had already given up, immediately found hope after hearing Zhang Jue say this.
He looked at Zhang Jue, his application slightly excited, "Advisor Zhang, what do you want? As long as I can do it, I will definitely help you do it!"
The most terrifying circumstance for a person is one like this; Zhang Jue's words were like a life-saving straw, and even though Robert Bumaro knew it was a trap, he had to jump.
The appearance of Zhang Jue's fox tail was now complete. He gave Robert Bumaro a cunning smile as he stared at him.
"Lord, it doesn't matter what I want. What matters is, what you have."
Robert Bumaro's reaction to Zhang Jue's words was to briefly become still. What did he possess personally? Or, to put it another way, what was there at the Church of the Broken God?
The Church of the Broken God was truly on a somewhat limited budget throughout the years of suppression by the Foundation and GOC. The Church of the Broken Gods had nothing but the City of Gears and its numerous worshippers.
Zhang Jue also eliminated the sole means of cultivating and in control of the SCP-217 as a credential. There was nothing else Robert Bumaro could offer Zhang Jue in exchange. Zhang Jue sat back, crossed his legs, and placed his hands behind his head.
"There's no rush, take your time, Lord Bumaro. I'm sure you'll be able to figure out what I want."
Robert Bumaro couldn't touch Zhang Jue. He was a very practical man, unlike the Foundation, and the crumbling structure of the Church of the Broken God didn't appeal to him in the least. Zhang Jue wasn't in a rush, so Robert Bumaro merely kept waiting for him after giving it some thought.
After half an hour had passed, Bumaro finally raised his head, "Advisor Zhang, I have thought of something that might be able to satisfy you."
"Oh? What is it?"
Zhang Jue became interested as Robert Bumaro became solemn. He wouldn't be able to mislead him with any nonsense because the Church of the Broken God's leader had been contemplating for thirty minutes. As before, Robert Bumaro posed a different query rather than directly responding to Zhang Jue.
"Advisor Zhang, do you know, why does the Cult of the Broken God want the SCP-271 in your hands?"
Zhang Jue was a little impatient and said to himself what a bad habit this was, but still said, "Isn't it because you want to use it to resurrect the Broken God?"
Robert Bumaro shook his head. "The Broken God cannot be resurrected-unless Yaldabaoth has escaped from the cage."
After some consideration, Zhang Jue realized what Robert Bumaro meant. According to legend, Mekhane, the Broken God, shattered his own body to confine Yaldabaoth, the God of Flesh and Blood.
Forcibly resurrecting the broken deity is the same as releasing Yaldabaoth with his own hands, assuming he didn't escape the "silver net" jail on his own. I fear that if this ancient god were to reemerge in the world, it would be an even worse catastrophe than the god of Saarn.
At this time, Zhang Jue finally became interested, "If not to resurrect the Broken God, then what will you use to deal with Saarn? who is about to ascend to the gods?"
"To deal with the god, the best way is of course to create another god." Robert Bumaro said.
Zhang Jue pondered for a moment and nodded slightly. "So that's how it is."
Having said that, Zhang Jue finally knew what the Church of the Broken God was up to when they had stirred up so many things.
He looked at Robert Bumaro, "The Church of the Broken God has gathered so many items to prepare you for your ascension to God, am I right?"
...
Saarn and Robert Bumaro have long been bitter enemies because they are the heads of the Sarkic Cult and the Church of the Broken God, respectively. They had fought each other numerous times during their lengthy history, both winning and losing.
This time, Saarn is set to become God since his old opponent Robert Bumaro is unable to raise the Broken God, leaving him with little choice but to become God himself. To overcome magic, use magic.
According to the Church of the Broken God's literature, he can conduct the ascension if he can assemble the god's components and add a ritual. This was the whole inside story of the activities of the Church of the Broken God.
However, Zhang Jue spread his hands, "But what does this have to do with me, what benefit do you have for me if you ascend to the gods?"
"There is." Robert Bumaro nodded, "After I ascend to God, I will give all my power to kill Saarn, and according to the literature. When a God falls, his remains will decay, but the faith of the believers in him will not disappear, and will eventually condense together and become fragments of divinity."
Zhang Jue was able to understand Robert Bumaro despite his esoteric speech. Simply said, if a god was killed successfully, a treasure would be left behind. This purported "piece of god" sounded extremely impressive and was just what Zhang Jue desired.
With only approximately two years till the end of the world, Zhang Jue appeared to be aimless inside the Foundation, but in reality, all he was about was how to increase his strength.
For the time being, nothing conventional could do much to help him, therefore he needed to be daring if he wanted to advance much. This served as Zhang Jue's primary motivation for visiting the City of Gears.
Zhang Jue looked Robert Bumaro up and down, "If I'm right, that other item you need to ascend to God, that is, SCP-629 you have already gotten it, right?"
Robert Bumaro paused for a moment and finally did not choose to conceal it, he nodded.
"Advisor Zhang is really impressive."
"Come on." Zhang Jue waved his hand, "I don't think you would have torn up the Foundation's negotiation agreement if it weren't for the fact that you guys are only missing this one thing that I have. I don't care how you got your hands on SCP-629, but I do have one more question for you."
Zhang Jue looked Robert Bumaro in the eyes, "You just said that killing Saarn would be the only way to drop the 'Fragment of Divinity', so what if you fail and fail to kill him? Wouldn't I lose my wife and lose my army?"
Robert Bumaro seemed to have guessed that Zhang Jue would ask this question, and he said.
"I won't need to exist in this world if I can't kill Saarn; when the time comes, I'll commit suicide so that Advisor Zhang can take my parts and you won't lose out either."
"Good, I like people who are committed." Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Jue took the SCP-271 out of the pocket dimension, "Lord Bumaro, you mustn't let me down."
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