20demayo #212 - Section 212
#212 - Section 212
The reason I didn't receive any gifts from sacrificing the devil just now was because of this heart.
This heart is the key to the devil's power.
Even without a body, as long as this heart is still alive, that devil can be resurrected.
For example, by seizing the body of a human.
If I didn't have the sacrifice ability, I probably wouldn't have discovered this secret.
Unfortunately, there's no chance now.
"Poof!"
Rhode casually squeezed, and the beating heart was instantly crushed and sacrificed.
"No!"
Faintly, a shrill wail echoed in my ears.
As the heart was sacrificed, Rhode instantly felt his power and mental strength increase significantly.
And the biggest gain, of course, was the talent and abilities from the devil.
Invisibility, shapeshifting, controlling desires, teleportation, voice imitation, contracts, curses...
This guy is like a superpower treasure trove.
There are dozens of various talents and abilities.
Rhode couldn't help but sigh; although most of these abilities don't have much combat power, their life-saving and survival skills are maxed out.
Moreover, the biggest difference between devils and humans is that they have two hearts.
Theoretically, as long as one of the two hearts isn't destroyed, the devil won't truly die.
As long as they absorb enough life force, they can be resurrected again.
And after sacrificing the devil, he naturally inherited this racial talent and possessed two hearts.
Although this ability doesn't seem to be of much use to him.
After all, he has fused the power of the Tree of Life and the giants, and theoretically, even if only half of his body remains, he can recover instantly.
Isn't that more awesome than the devil's two hearts?
"Death God's Scythe..."
My gaze turned to the Death God's Scythe that he had forcibly shattered.
The originally complete scythe, after being shattered by the powerful life force, only had a thumb-sized piece left.
And it seemed to be a piece from the middle of the scythe blade.
Rhode's eyes flickered.
A fragment of the Death God's Scythe, although just a fragment, is still a fragment that fell from a genuine divine artifact.
Although I haven't seen a real divine artifact, I can be sure that this thing is definitely genuine.
The aura inadvertently emitted from the fragment and magic are not even on the same level.
If magic is compared to a pile of loose sand, then the power emanating from this fragment is a piece of refined steel.
"I wonder what kind of gift I'll receive from sacrificing this thing."
Rhode's eyes flickered; this fragment could be integrated into his weapon to enhance its power.
But compared to external objects, he still trusts his own strength more.
So, after thinking for a moment, Rhode decisively chose to sacrifice this fragment.
Whoosh!
Although it was a fragment of the Death God's Scythe, blessed with divine power.
But after all, it was just a fragment, without its own will, and it wouldn't resist.
It was instantly sacrificed directly.
As the fragment of the Death God's Scythe disappeared, Rhode's consciousness suddenly fell into a darkness.
As a deep light emerged in the darkness.
Rhode suddenly felt his power undergoing a transformation.
More pure, more powerful.
"This is, divine power?"
After a moment, Rhode slowly opened his eyes.
He found that all the power in his body had disappeared.
Replaced by a faint strand of divine power, exuding an aura of death, slowly flowing within his body.
Although there were only a few faint strands, the power of this force was already far beyond the sum of his previous power.
And besides the transformation of power into divine power, he had also mastered a special power.
Authority!
Authority granted by the origin of death.
Authority that only gods can master.
However, perhaps because there was too little divine power, he currently only mastered four authorities.
The most basic authority, Death Immunity.
Able to exempt the erosion of the power of death, and will not be affected by instant-death abilities.
Death Reincarnation, can consume divine power, without going through soul judgment, directly reincarnate any soul.
Soul Scales, summon the Soul Scales representing the laws of death with divine power, and after paying a sufficient price, can resurrect the dead, and can also pull the souls of the living into the underworld.
The stronger the influence of the resurrected person, the greater the price required.
And the last authority is called Soul-Seizing Pain Strike.
Inflicts damage directly to the soul with divine power, which can annihilate the soul, making it impossible to reincarnate.
These four authorities all come from the power of the Death God.
As the Death God's exclusive divine artifact, the Death God's Scythe naturally contains the power of the laws of death.
Even if it's just a fragment, it contains powerful divine power.
He sacrificed this fragment and successfully extracted four abilities from it that came from the Death God.
He is not a god now.
But, he can barely be called a demigod.
A demigod who has inherited part of the Death God's power is equivalent to the Death God's heir.
However, what he is more curious about than this is what kind of existence can shatter the Death God's Scythe.
Even if it only shattered a thumb-sized fragment, it would at least have to be a god-level existence to do it.
Moreover, it's not an ordinary god.
The law of death is the foundation for constructing a world, and it is also one of the most powerful laws in the world.
A god who can control death, even among gods, is one of the most powerful.
Therefore, the god who can shatter the Death God's Scythe must at least be a powerful god of the level of a main god.
Rhode shook his head; gods originally existed in the fairytale world.
However, all the gods disappeared a long time ago.
So, even if he wanted to understand this question, there was no one who could help him answer it.
Moreover, even if he understood it, it wouldn't mean anything.
Looking at the cautious Harlen beside him, Rhode slowly walked over.
He did have something to ask this guy.
"How did you get to know this devil?"
"Devil?"
Hearing this, a trace of confusion flashed across Harlen's face.
"Isn't it the Death God?"
Rhode didn't explain; with a glance, Harlen immediately obediently closed his mouth.
He told everything he knew.
The general situation was that his family was originally a poor, ordinary family.
Later, by chance, Harlen's father dug up an old jar from the ground.
After breaking the jar, this guy who claimed to be the Death God suddenly appeared, saying that he would fulfill one wish for his parents.
For a poor couple, the wish was naturally very simple, which was to make their son a rich man.
"So, your parents signed a contract with this guy?"
Rhode raised an eyebrow and asked with a strange look.
Looking at Harlen's eyes, they were filled with pity.
Signing a contract with a devil, how could they be so clueless?
"That's right, how did you know?"
Harlen was a little surprised; after all, only he knew about this matter.
"Not long after signing the contract, my parents died in an accident."
"He made me his adopted son and then gave me a treasure that could cure any disease. From that day on, I became a doctor."
Harlen continued.
Rhode raised an eyebrow and roughly understood the whole story.
According to Harlen, every time he went to see a patient, this devil would follow behind Harlen.
And the devil would choose to stand at the head or foot of the patient's bed.
If he stood at the head of the bed, it meant that the patient could be cured, and Harlen would take out the devil's heart to save the patient.
If the devil stood at the foot of the bed, it meant that the patient's life had come to an end, and Harlen would leave.
Because he had saved many seriously ill patients, Harlen quickly became a famous miracle doctor in the vicinity.
Rhode stroked his chin.
Whether this devil saved people or killed them depended entirely on his mood.
So, when encountering those suffering and pitiful people, he would harvest the patient's life, making the already difficult family even poorer.
And when encountering those wealthy but reckless nobles, he would use his heart to save those damned villains.
Bringing more pain to those poor ordinary people.
Without any purpose, purely because he liked to see others in pain.
This is the nature of a devil.
They like to play with other people's emotions and souls.
As for the life force used to heal those rich people, it was naturally harvested from those ordinary people.
Therefore, he did a good thing by killing this devil.