Chapter 1452: Chapter 1022: The Struggle
He wants to take over my body.
But then again, sothing felt off.
“You’ve already reached the level of a Supre God and have lived for eons. Reviving yourself or possessing a body shouldn’t be difficult, right? Why wait until now?” Fang Hao voiced the doubts in his heart.
The gods of this world have innurable thods at their disposal.
Given his status as a Supre God, acquiring a body shouldn’t be a challenge.
So why now?
If I hadn’t co in, or if no one ever entered this place, would he have waited indefinitely?
That doesn’t align with the level of power gods possess, especially not a Supre God.
“In the eyes of everyone, the Giant Clan no longer exists in this world, and no new giants will ever erge,” the giant said, squinting slightly. “But a transmigrator deity rising to prominence suddenly and developing rapidly? That’s much easier for everyone to accept, isn’t it?”
Fang Hao stared at the giant before him, his brows furrowing tightly.
In other words, he doesn’t want to appear as a giant anymore.
After possessing my body, he would beco Fang Hao and continue living as a transmigrator.
With his own territory, followers, and a loyal entourage.
What an audacious idea.
He plans to freeload off all my efforts without lifting a finger.
Before knowing his purpose, I had countless speculations in my heart.
But now that he’s revealed his intentions, oddly enough, I feel a sense of calm.
After a mont of cold reflection, Fang Hao said, “You might not know this, but everything I have is tied to the Book of Lords. You natives can’t use it at all—possessing my body won’t change that, as those things still won’t be yours.”
A transmigrator’s power largely stems from the Book of Lords.
If natives could use the Book of Lords, those local powers would have wiped out transmigrators ages ago, rather than grooming and recruiting them.
So even if he takes over this body, he won’t be able to utilize the Book of Lords.
“Oh? You an the so-called ‘system’?”
Fang Hao stared at him and replied, “Yes, you can’t use the Book of Lords. You’ll be exposed soon enough, and by then, the territory will collapse and splinter.”
“This isn’t a ga, pitiful human. Do you even know who’s been guiding you step by step in your so-called growth, or what brought you here in the first place?” The giant chuckled. “When I take over your body and leave this place, it will choose as its new owner.”
Fang Hao’s heart froze in shock.
He ans that the system is guiding transmigrators through its tasks.
And my arrival here today is also the reward from a task.
This is a trap.
A trap preditated against transmigrators from the very start.
“Who is ‘it’?” Fang Hao pressed further.
But the giant clearly had no interest in continuing the conversation. He waved dismissively. “To you, these things no longer matter.”
The giant kept his eyes fixed on Fang Hao and said, “Honestly, I’d like to chat a bit longer, but I’m more curious about the world outside. I’ll make good use of your body to live out my new life.”
As his words fell, the giant suddenly morphed into a dark shadow and lunged toward Fang Hao’s body.
“You want to devour ? Don’t choke on my soul,” Fang Hao sneered, steeling himself.
The two souls instantly entangled, fiercely competing and tearing at each other.
…
Inside the grand hall.
The massive rotten corpse seated on the throne abruptly collapsed, crumbling into dust like sand.
At that mont, the Dragon Queen and her companions, who had been paralyzed and immobilized, regained control of their bodies.
“Fang Hao, are you alright?” The Dragon Queen stepped forward, imdiately moving to support the man beside her.
Nisbit, who was holding the Nightstone, also darted over.
Under the illumination of the Nightstone, two shadows appeared behind Fang Hao.
They weren’t shadows cast by overlapping lights but two distinct silhouettes—one large, one small.
The two shadows intertwined and separated repeatedly.
As if in a fierce struggle.
At this mont, Fang Hao’s dilated pupils abruptly contracted, his eyes flashing with wild elation and ferocity.
“I’m fine. Dragon Queen, take everyone and leave,” Fang Hao said sternly.
The Dragon Queen’s eyebrows furrowed. There was an iciness and commanding tone in his voice.
As though giving orders to his subordinates.
Before she could question him, Fang Hao spoke again, “Don’t believe him.”
“Insects, you will all perish here.”
“The one who’s going to die… is you, Old Biden.”
Fang Hao’s words were like self-directed dialogues, two distinct voices arguing incessantly.
“Soon, I’ll devour you,” said the giant’s soul. “When I’ve consud you, I’ll deal with that little dragon outside, making her vanish along with you. At least she can keep you company.”
“You’re just a fragnt of a soul. You don’t possess the power of a Supre God,” Fang Hao retorted.
“Taking over your body will suffice,” the giant replied. “With your body, I’ll soon reclaim dominion over this world.”
“You won’t succeed.”
“Your understanding of divine souls is too shallow. Aside from surrendering your body, you have no other options.”
The Dragon Queen and Nisbit watched the scene in terror.
Fang Hao was seemingly arguing with himself, as if afflicted by a split personality.
They quickly realized the gravity of the situation—soone was attempting to seize Fang Hao’s body.
Neither Fang Hao nor the Dragon Queen knew much about divine souls.
The only experiences they’d had were invoking divine souls into their followers or summoning them into skeleton soldiers and demon dolls.
But this situation was entirely different.
One body, two souls. Although the giant god’s soul appeared far more powerful, Fang Hao’s undead path and spiritual power advancents had granted him so resistance.
The two sides began a violent struggle for control.
Their verbal exchanges were no less sharp than their spiritual clashes.
The giant spirit, regaining control for a mont, remarked, “No matter how you resist, it’s futile. Yield and beco nourishnt for my soul.”
The towering shadow behind Fang Hao began to gain the upper hand.
The original silhouette weakened after each clash, growing fainter and more insubstantial.
At this mont, Fang Hao glanced at the Dragon Queen, who held her battle axe anxiously, and a thought welled up in his heart. He sneered, “If you want it so badly, then take it. Don’t regret it.”
The giant froze, puzzled by Fang Hao’s sudden surrender.
Then he saw Fang Hao’s soul transform into a dark shadow, detaching from his body.
It shot directly into Nisbit’s body beside him.
Nisbit’s shadow now bore two silhouettes as well.
The now uncontrolled body stumbled to one side, losing balance instantly.
“Kill him,” ca an urgent voice from Nisbit’s mouth.
The Dragon Queen’s eyes widened in disbelief, but her battle axe didn’t waiver. Without hesitation, she slashed at the staggering body.
The giant spirit, having just seized the body and about to celebrate his victory, suddenly sensed mortal danger.
He looked up just in ti to see the heavy battle axe descending toward his head.
The aura of death emanated from the axe itself, striking terror in his heart.
Panic filled his eyes as he realized their plan—to abandon the body and kill him before he could stabilize.
But a voice ca from the side again, “The system brought here for this mont—to devour you.”
The giant hesitated for just a mont, suspicion flashing across his face.
But in that brief mont of distraction, the battle axe landed.
Thud!
The axe cleaved into his neck, and blood splattered everywhere.
“Aaaah!”
The shadow behind him twisted and convulsed in agony, letting out a piercing scream.
Before he could react further, the second and third strikes followed rcilessly.
His body was hacked to pieces.
The giant’s soul, writhing and straining, began to fade away bit by bit.
“Damn it! Why? Why is this happening?”
Bang.
With one final roar, the giant’s soul dissipated entirely.
And the shattered body began transforming into a fleshy cocoon.
It entered the ‘Demon Flesh Cocoon’ phase.
Seeing the giant’s aura vanish, Fang Hao didn’t relax for even a mont.
His soul quickly departed from Nisbit’s body and returned to the cocoon to recuperate.
He carefully sensed for any lingering traces of the giant, ensuring it was truly gone.
Only then did he let out a sigh of relief.
His daring move to abandon his body had been a spur-of-the-mont gamble.
Unexpectedly, it worked—his soul successfully detached from his body.
Although the process had been excruciating, the tearing sensation of the soul unforgettable in its terror, the outco was favorable. Otherwise, he would’ve been lost forever.
Everything he had would have beco soone else’s.
Fang Hao decided not to leave the cocoon again and began recovering within it.
The Dragon Queen circled the cocoon twice.
Finding nothing unusual, she coldly commanded, “Guard the entrance. Kill anyone who approaches.”
“Understood.”
The Dragon Queen took a seated position nearby, silently standing vigil over the cocoon.
…
Three days passed in a blur.
The torrential downpour softened into a steady drizzle, still unrelenting.
At Lyss City, inside the leader’s study.
Rebecca set down the docunt in her hands and walked to the window, staring at the rainy scene outside.
“Madam, are you missing the master? It’s been so ti since he last ca,” her ever-present maid said softly.
Rebecca kept her eyes on the rain. “It’s you who misses him.”
“Of course I miss him. But I think you miss him more, my lady,” the maid teased playfully.
Rebecca was about to scold her when a quiet tapping ca from the bookshelf against the wall.
Soon, a small door at the base of the bookshelf opened, revealing a white mouse in a gray cloak and a wide-brimd hat. The creature’s beady eyes darted around as it climbed onto the desk, handing a folded piece of paper to Rebecca.
Rebecca sat back in her chair and opened the note.
As her eyes scanned its contents, her expression hardened with gravity and focus.
The maid, who had been breaking off bits of pastry to feed the mouse, noticed her mistress’s change in deanor.
“Madam, what’s wrong?” she asked quietly.
Rebecca jotted a few lines at the bottom of the note, then handed it back to the white mouse.
After the mouse scurried away, Rebecca rose to her feet and headed toward the door. “Rally the troops and co with . We’re going to make an arrest.”
“An arrest? Who?” The maid hurried after her.
“The na on the note is ‘Silvermoon Sanctuary.’ If we catch this person, your master will co to investigate himself. You’ll see him soon enough.”
“Really?” The maid imdiately brightened but then, realizing her overexcitent, lowered her voice, “I an, I only want the master to see you, Madam.”
Rebecca shot her a scornful glance before continuing her preparations to mobilize the forces.
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