Chapter 152: The God of Death's Madness

Chapter 152: The God of Death's Madness

Underworld · Glazed Mountain.

This was not the tallest peak in the Underworld, but it was the most extraordinary!

The mountain, formed from solidified magma, resembled a dazzling gem from afar, standing out brilliantly amidst the ashen-gray expanse of the Underworld.

The temple of the God of Death Sawyer was built here!

Its towering, jagged architecture, like a cluster of sharp swords, rose from the summit of the Underworld's most radiant Glazed Mountain.

At the pinnacle of the main hall burned an eternal Soul Fire.

Now, within the shadowy temple illuminated by that Soul Fire, the pale-skinned God of Death Sawyer sat enthroned upon his divine throne.

His hands gripped the armrests tightly, his expression brimming with excitement!

Even though he had anticipated the internet's efficiency in harvesting Source Essence, he never imagined it would be this terrifyingly high!

—Especially with the support of his vast preaching zones and countless subjects.

In his perception, countless flickering lights dotted his preaching zones like stars.

It looked as though every single subject was offering prayers!

Such a spectacle was only seen during the annual Festival of Death!

No, even the Festival of Death paled in comparison—this was ten times greater.

An endless stream of Source Essence surged from his subjects, each strand delicate and feeble, but when combined, they converged like rivers into an ocean—overwhelming, majestic, and utterly intoxicating!

Was this the power of the internet?

No wonder the Internet God had dared to unleash such a devastating annihilation strike before the three cities back then.

"Great God of Death, Your Fifth Calamity has surpassed two billion! The multiverse shall tremble and grovel beneath Your feet!"

Subordinate God Duke prostrated himself before the divine throne, trembling with fanatical fervor—whether from excitement or fear was unclear.

Subordinate Gods were not true gods in essence.

They were distinguished warriors rewarded by the God of Death with Virtual Divine Sparks!

Of course, the God of Death would never grant a complete Virtual Divine Spark.

At most, he bestowed mere fragments—one percent, or even one-thousandth—of a hollow title with almost no real authority.

Yet even this was enough to drive countless high-ranking undead lords to madness.

Because wielding a Virtual Divine Spark, no matter how small the authority, meant sharing in the power of Godhood!

It granted the right to harvest Source Essence and even the eternal lifespan bestowed by Godhood.

The internet was too vast!

Though the God of Death had hastily constructed its framework and facade through sheer appropriation,

each sector still required personnel for review and surveillance.

Thus, he delegated the dark web's various sectors to Subordinate Gods and even Servant Gods.

Duke was responsible for the Fifth Calamity—the Followers of the God of Death.

"Two billion?"

The God of Death's pupils dilated.

"Yes, Great God of Death!"

As Subordinate God Duke responded, the God of Death Sawyer also checked the numbers of the Fifth Calamity through his highest authority.

Registered users had exceeded two billion, with over five hundred million simultaneously online.

This was a number the God of Death had never dared to imagine!

You must know, the Underworld is vast beyond measure, spanning countless miles!

Even the God of Death has not traversed every corner.

After all, this is the realm that harbors the undead souls of the multiverse!

Though his Undead Legion is said to be infinite, the truth is, his command over it is limited.

For the Underworld is mostly populated by low-level undead!

They are born from twisted fragments of shattered souls, taking form in the earth as decaying corpses.

Their broken and distorted spirits make it nearly impossible for them to develop wisdom, even after wandering for centuries.

Were it not for their sheer numbers, the Underworld would be nothing but a desolate wasteland.

Thus, the God of Death’s Undead Legion relies on high-ranking undead lords and Necromancer Summoners to unite them into an army!

Otherwise, they would be nothing more than scattered sand, impossible to command.

This was the fundamental reason why the Internet God’s psychological tactics worked when the God of Death attacked Twit Town, a border city of Keville.

—Because the Undead Legion is, at its core, still composed of sentient beings.

But now, things are different. With a mere thought, he can summon five hundred million obedient and fearless soldiers of the Fifth Calamity!

This force alone is enough to shake the multiverse!

"Hahahaha… Excellent, excellent… HAHAHA…"

The God of Death’s face twisted with excitement as he threw his head back in laughter.

"Great God of Death, seated upon the Underworld, overlooking 27 domains, with over ten billion followers in your preaching zones! Twenty billion is merely your starting point—as your divine might shines brighter, the Fifth Calamity will only grow mightier!"

Subordinate God Duke spoke with fanatical fervor.

"Congratulations, God of Death!"

"May our Lord’s radiance spread across all realms!"

Within the grand temple of the God of Death, several Servant Gods and subordinate gods echoed their jubilant praises.

The internet truly is a marvelous thing!

It squeezes out every last drop of potential from the preaching zones!

This is the kind of power a god should wield!

Thank you, Internet God!

Had it not been for your personal demonstration, how would I have ever grasped such might?

Deep in his heart, the God of Death Sawyer offered sincere praise to the Internet God!

Of course, the more he praised, the stronger his desire to kill him grew.

The internet is terrifying.

Such power belongs to me alone!

After his ecstatic outburst, the God of Death composed himself, though the flames of ambition still burned fiercely within.

"Prepare the legions. We march to war!"

The God of Death issued his command.

"As you will! Where your will points, the Undead Legion shall strike!"

The subordinate gods roared in unison.

With a wave of his hand, clusters of Soul Fire ignited before him.

Each flame displayed a different domain!

The God of Death pondered—how should he expand his dominion?

Should he concentrate his forces or divide them?

Moreover, should he strike the Primary Domain first? Or start with easier targets?

The thought of the Primary Domain made him recall the Internet God’s annihilation strike, sending a shudder through his very soul.

Having witnessed the internet’s efficiency in harvesting Source Essence, his wariness of the Internet God only deepened.

No… It’s better not to attack the Primary Domain yet.

The gods in the Primary Domain have no power restrictions, and their combat prowess when pushed to the brink is truly terrifying.

Even though his Fifth Calamity numbers in the billions and can be endlessly resurrected, using them to deplete the gods' Source Essence is still too costly.

Most importantly, morale is also a significant issue.

Thus, it would be better to first conquer the small and medium domains, expand the Fifth Calamity to tens of billions, and then launch a full-scale assault on the Primary Domain!

However, though he cannot attack the Primary Domain yet, he can still learn from the Internet God's propaganda tactics to expand the dark web's user base.

He doesn’t need them to provide soldiers—even just harvesting their Source Essence would suffice.

Taking another page from the Internet God’s book, he could even use Source Essence as a reward system to motivate the Fifth Calamity!

As for whether this would enrage the gods of the multiverse?

To be honest, the God of Death, already intoxicated by his swelling power, no longer considers such consequences.

Or perhaps, even if the preaching zones of the Azarea Continent were destroyed, it wouldn’t matter—just a few hundred million followers lost!

He still commands twenty-seven small and medium domains, capable of providing an endless supply of soldiers.

With his thoughts settled, the strategy was set.

A leader’s idle words become his subordinates’ endless toil.

Once the God of Death decided to imitate the Internet God’s propaganda tactics, his preaching zones saw paper become precious overnight.

Countless sheets were gathered, inscribed with the God of Death’s prayers.

With such a massive population base, producing enough Propaganda Leaflets to blanket the Azarea Continent was merely the effort of a morning and evening.

While the gods of the multiverse were still reeling from the dark web’s emergence and pondering countermeasures, a colossal calamity quietly descended upon them!