Chapter 116: Is this part in the original work?
At this point, of the four Dragon Levels fighting King, only the most powerful existence remained: the above-Dragon Monster King Orochi.
From beginning to end, Monster King Orochi had only fired a single wave of flames, making no further moves afterward, coldly watching as King killed the other three Dragon-Level Monsters.
King raised his hand to swat away the blood mist filling the air, his gaze finally landing on Monster King Orochi, his eyes filled with a hint of confusion.
He had thought that to preserve the Monster Association's combat power, Monster King Orochi would have stepped in to help, but the guy hadn't lifted a finger from start to finish.
Especially during the earlier energy storm, King noticed that even when Gyoro-Gyoro was torn to shreds by the storm, Monster King Orochi still didn't act.
This was clearly illogical.
At least on the surface, Gyoro-Gyoro was the most important strategist for the Monster Association; as the leader, Monster King Orochi shouldn't have just watched him die without helping.
Looking deeper, Gyoro-Gyoro—or rather, the one controlling Gyoro-Gyoro, Psykos—was the creator of Monster King Orochi; he was merely a weapon in her hands.
For a biological weapon to watch its creator die without attempting a rescue was undoubtedly a suspenseful turn of events.
Just then, sensing King's gaze, Monster King Orochi's massive maw suddenly split into an exaggerated grin, revealing rows upon rows of jagged teeth.
He spoke, his voice a chaotic mess as if dozens of people were talking at once, raspy and hiding an extreme level of tyranny:
"King, as the strongest man on earth, do you know why I didn't choose to attack you, but instead allowed you to slaughter my subordinates?"
Hearing Monster King Orochi's words, King recalled the events of the original work, and his expression gradually grew solemn.
He knew why Monster King Orochi hadn't chosen to act.
As if to confirm King's suspicion, the hundreds of dragon-shaped tentacles behind Monster King Orochi danced wildly in the Space, sketching out an abstract pattern.
It was a distorted humanoid creature whose face was obscured, its entire body seemingly composed of chaotic lines.
"On the surface, I am the King of the Monster Association, the strongest biological weapon created by Gyoro-Gyoro—or rather, that woman. That is what they believe.
In reality, the true purpose of my creation is tragic. As the strongest Monster King, I am merely a sacrifice required for the descent of another higher being.
To use human terms, just as that fellow Homeless Emperor said, the name of that higher being is [God].
I was born to be a sacrifice for God's descent; all my power will be devoured when he arrives. But I refuse to accept this!"
At this, Monster King Orochi's serpentine pupils suddenly flared with a murderous pale red light, seemingly harboring deep hatred for this so-called [God].
King understood this; after all, being hailed as the King of Monsters only to be destined as a sacrifice for a higher being's arrival was something no one could accept.
He didn't interrupt Monster King Orochi, allowing him to continue.
After all, the original work was the original work, and reality was reality. Since King's Transmigration, many events had veered off course. He had to be especially cautious regarding God.
God, huh... King's heart sank. Although he knew that even the so-called God probably couldn't beat the Bald Demon King, he wasn't sure if he could.
After various enhancements, his current strength was much greater than when he fought Boros; he had officially crossed the threshold of the Divine Rank.
But even so, he still lacked confidence in challenging God.
In any version of the original work, God had never revealed his true power, only bestowing blessings on others and making them fight for him.
Especially Cosmic Garou; King felt he wasn't even sure he could win against him, at most resulting in a stalemate where neither could kill the other.
If Cosmic Garou was already that formidable, let alone the God who gave him power—that was the truly powerful existence.
Just then, Monster King Orochi suddenly seemed to sense something. The murderous tyranny in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a fleeting look of terror.
His massive body shuddered violently, then his gaze returned to indifference, and his chaotic voice rang out again:
"You've come at just the right time. To avoid becoming a so-called sacrifice, I need to capture a creature as powerful as myself to offer as a sacrifice instead. Only then can God descend, but..."
Monster King Orochi paused for a second, his tone revealing a hint of fanaticism:
"That fellow's altar is in the deepest part of the Monster Association's underground. Through my observations during this time, I've discovered [God]'s weakness.
He has become very weak. Whether it's me or you, by taking the other's flesh to the altar, we can summon God and travel to the Alternate Dimension where he resides.
When that time comes, the weakened God will surely be unable to withstand my power. I will devour him and become the new generation's God!
And you, the The Strongest Man on Earth, King, you will become my nourishment, the capital for my God-slaying!"
Hearing this, King looked up in confusion at the charging Monster King Orochi. His doubts deepened, and a cloud of unease began to loom.
Why don't I remember this part from the original work? Since when did Monster King Orochi want to slay God?
Whatever, maybe it's the butterfly effect from my Transmigration.
Seeing the eager Monster King Orochi, King slowly lowered his body, shifting his center of gravity down, and took a step forward.
In an instant, the space before him twisted into a spiral. King's figure turned into a beam of light as he charged forward, his blood energy surging like a vast ocean.
He decided to strike first!
Monster King Orochi was not to be outdone. His layered, massive maw and the dozens of tentacles behind him opened simultaneously, and a violent beam of crimson flames erupted from his mouth.
Gaia Cannon!!
At this moment, both sides stopped talking and chose to act simultaneously!
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