Sacrifice's Rise: I Became Invincible After Entering Godslayer Temple Chapter 241 240-Not Killing Doesn’t Mean Letting You Go

Chapter 241 Chapter240-Not Killing Doesn't an Letting You Go

In the desolate nether-space, John stood beside the prone figure of Devil Mammon, imrsed in contemplation.

The information concealed within Mammon's words was staggeringly vast, and John needed so ti to sift through it carefully.

The Abyss was in chaos, with Bael rising as the new ruler among the 72 devils.

Azazel was still alive, or rather, a new Azazel would erge, but only in another millennium at least.

Several Devils had descended upon various corners of the Godslayer Continent, albeit all grievously wounded.

A war between the Abyss and the Godslayer Continent was inevitable before the worlds rged.

John ntally cataloged each piece of information, weighing which matter was most pressing and which required imdiate resolution.

Noticing John's prolonged silence, Mammon, lying on the ground, started to grow uneasy.

"Human, I've shared everything about the Abyss with you," he cautiously said. "It's ti for you to keep your promise."

John snapped back to reality, responding, "Hm? Oh, don't worry. I said I wouldn't take your life, and I intend to keep that promise."

Mammon nodded, his face unreadable but a quiet sigh of relief escaping him internally.

It felt like a stroke of incredible fortune just to have his life spared.

Although he'd fought with a do-or-die resolve, that didn't an he was indifferent to his own survival.

Serving the darkness had driven this Devil mad, but madness is not synonymous with foolishness.

"Lastly, I have a few more questions," John said, his tone casual.

"If you're a man of your word, then ask away," Mammon responded, maintaining his composure.

John, now curious, asked, "Now that Bael has beco the new ruler of the Abyss, what happens when Azazel eventually returns?"

Mammon pondered for a mont before coldly stating, "Bael has promised to relinquish the throne to Father God in a millennium. However, I suspect this is re lip service. He has told us on several occasions that the resurrected Azazel is not our Father God."

John chuckled lightly. "Well, convoluted as it may sound, Bael does have a point."

A flash of anger darted across Mammon's eyes but quickly settled back into silence.

Curious, John asked, "You always refer to Azazel as 'Father God.' Does this an that all of the 72 devils are Azazel's children?"

A hint of pride erged on Mammon's face as he muttered, "You're correct. In fact, every demon is a child of Father God, but we, the 72 devils, are nobler than the others."

"We were the first offspring of the great Azazel, born alongside him in the boundless darkness, everlasting through the ages."

John smirked and mumbled under his breath, "So all demons are his children? Is Azazel incredibly fertile or sothing? Does he hold dominion over procreation?"

Though John's murmur was low, it did not escape Mammon's sharp hearing.

Enraged, the weakened Devil roared, "Silence, you insignificant human! How dare you insult the great Azazel. Your ignorance will be t with eternal darkness as punishnt!"

John rely smiled, unfazed by Mammon's venomous curses.

He spoke lightly, "Azazel is your great abyssal sovereign, not mine. Why should I revere him as you do?"

Struggling to lift himself, Mammon began mustering the ager dark divine power he had just recovered, preparing for a fight to the death with John to defend the honor of his revered Father God.

However, a re glance from John extinguished the blaze of rage within Mammon.

In John's eyes, Mammon sensed a subtle undertone of murderous intent.

Clearly, if Mammon were to attack again, John would not hesitate to extinguish his life.

Evidently, when it ca down to it, self-preservation outweighed even the grandeur of his great Father God.

John withdrew his gaze and smirked inwardly.

Such was the nature of Devils; even the most fanatical among them would never sacrifice themselves for anything else.

They may disdain all life but their own, yet that life they hold in utmost regard.

Mammon hesitated briefly before saying, "Human, it's ti to honor your promise. Reveal your true identity."

John smiled softly and responded nonchalantly, "I've always wondered, have you really not recognized who I am?"

"The strongest enemy I've encountered on Godslayer Continent before you was a fallen angel. His power wasn't as great as yours, but he recognized my identity rather quickly."

Mammon fell silent.

He had his suspicions, but they were too incredulous to accept.

To possess multiple forms of divine power, to wield various ORDER forces, and to have strength exceeding even deities as a human—there was only one class that could achieve this: the "Godslayer" class.

Noticing John's enigmatic smile, Mammon asked, struggling with his words, "So... are you truly a Godslayer?"

John did not directly answer his question.

But at this mont, his silence spoke volus, serving as the most telling response.

Mammon clutched his head in near breakdown, roaring, "So it's true, my suspicions were correct! What other human could possibly best in combat except for a Godslayer?"

"Why have you reappeared after being absent from this world for so long? Historically, all Godslayers existed solely to slay deities."

"Why would you choose to help those sanctimonious gods? Aren't they your true targets?"

John shook his head slowly, answering with casual indifference, "You're overthinking it. I haven't taken sides. Everything I've done has been solely for my own empowernt."

With a bitter smile, Mammon's grotesque demon face etched with resignation said, "Human, you might be the luckiest Godslayer ever to exist."

"Your class has always been the greatest enemy to all deities. At tis, gods from opposing factions even tead up to exterminate a single Godslayer."

"Most Godslayers have a hard ti maturing, hunted by all deities from the mont they show signs of power."

"But you erged at a ti when deities had their hands too full to care—what incredible luck."

John remained impassive, letting Mammon muse aloud.

After a pause, Mammon looked at John with eyes filled with hopeful expectation, "Godslayer, isn't it ti you fulfill your other promise and let leave?"

John tilted his head, smiling lightly, "Leave? When did I say that?"

Mammon's face contorted in stunned disbelief, then realization hit him, and he roared in outrage, "Didn't you say that if I told you what exactly was happening in the Abyss, you'd spare a path to life? Are you going back on your word?"

"Don't forget, you swore on your own class. If you break that oath, you'll face the wrath of the world's ORDER. Even the legendary Godslayer can't transcend that, can they?"

John offered a faint smile, speaking with languid grace, "I never break promises I've made. In my vow, I only said I wouldn't kill you—I never ntioned letting you go."

Mammon's eyes flickered with the fires of supre rage, as if those crimson orbs would ignite at any mont.

"You despicable human," he spat, "laying such a shaful verbal trap for . You're even more malevolent than we demons."

John's lips stretched into a grin, revealing pearly white teeth, "Thank you for the complint; it's more than I deserve."

With nervous restlessness, Mammon forced himself to his feet, his body once again tingling with the dark and sinister ORDER of divine power, as if gearing up for another round with John.

Yet John rely waved his hand, a bolt of energy surged forth, striking Mammon's true demonic form.

A muffled 'thud' resounded as Mammon's body was sent flying, his recently gathered dark ORDER of divine power dissipating in the air.

The Devil coughed up blood, clutching his chest as he half-knelt on the ground.

His eyes locked onto John, the hatred in them nearly taking corporeal form.

"You'd better save your strength," John's calm voice echoed, "With your current state, if you keep trying to summon your divine power, you won't need to finish you off—your own injuries will do the job."

The words reeled Mammon back into sobriety.

He mustered a mocking smile and despaired, "I knew it. How could you let leave after I've uncovered your identity?"

"Godslayer, you're fated to be the enemy of all deities, with the world against you. Your fate will be far worse than mine. I look forward to the day you descend back into darkness."

John gave a dismissive flick of his lip, retorting, "Such a boring curse; the last Fallen Angel said the sa thing."

"Rather than wasting your ti on that, you might want to focus on suppressing your internal injuries. I'd rather you didn't die in front of ; I've got enough to worry about with the world's ORDER."

Defeated, Mammon's expression dimd as he lowered his head, choosing silence over further words.