Quick Transmigration: Goddess Of My Imagination

Chapter 292: Hated by His Own Race

The Evil God's cold and heartless response provoked anger from Dylan, Doominick, Sylvia, and the devil elites.

"You don't deserve to be our Devil Race's God. Death to you, God damn it. Blast of Death!" Doominick immediately launched a formidable attack, rage already engulfing him.

Xero just stared at the Dark Magic that came to him. He didn't dodge or blink at all.

*Bang!*

A blast of corrosive energy struck him, but it didn't have any effect other than a hint of vapor.

More than 200 devils stared at the sight of Devil Emperor Doominick's deadly attack causing no damage to the Evil God. Xero didn't need to evade because he didn't consider it a danger.

Then, he brushed his hands to get rid of the black steam as it would reducing his extraordinary appearance. "Don't cast Dark Magic at me, mortal. I was there when it was created."

One bold statement from the Evil God threw the mortal devils into cognition... Dark Magic, which was their most significant fighting force, had no effect on this Evil God's presence. The magic in question was from him, to begin with.

"There's no need to talk about things that have passed. You better prepare for the big battle that will happen soon." Xero made a suggestion for the good of his race.

"Why do we need to follow your word? You are nothing more than a corrupt God, murdering your followers for power." Doominick snarled as resentment grew inside him like a tumor. Despite that, he felt a flicker of irritation to himself.

"Then die together with the other wretched mortals. The battles that occurred more than a hundred thousand years ago have claimed countless lives. Those who are weak can only die helplessly or hide in the blanket of fear.

I don't have time to take care of the weak. The sacrifice of one hundred and fifty thousand devils was not in vain. I will destroy those accursed monsters from this world with my new power. You mortals who can't see my grand plan are no better than lost souls." After saying that, Xero turned around as if he was going to fly away.

He found it hard to say things until there. He did kill many of his own race for strength, and that was an undeniable fact. Even so, he took on all his sins.

Only the death and destruction of the world would await them in the future when all the sealed areas collapsed. Absolute power was required to eradicate them, especially against the God-level accursed monsters.

"Wait, Evil God. What are you saying has a connection with lost history. Does that have something to do with it?" Dylan tried his best to quell his anger and irritation to find out more.

Then, he looked at all the devils around him with a sharp gaze. "Didn't I tell you? Leave this to me. So, shut up! Talk or interrupt me, then I will impose imperial punishment without mercy."

Hearing the threat from Dylan, the devil elites could only suppress the ferment of wrath within them. Even Doominick was forced to swallow down his hatred and anger when Dylan glared at him.

"Lost history?" Xero put his thoughts aside and asked back. He didn't understand what it was.

"Yes, do you know anything from this ancient book?" Dylan took out an ancient book replica from his Space Bag, then made it float towards the Evil God. At the same time, he pulled his daughter to hide behind him.

Sylvia just gripped her father's robe with anger and fear combined into one. Evil God sacrificed that many devils, then the great battle that killed countless lives in the past... Whatever it was, she was scared just by imagining it.

Xero caught the ancient book without fear of another attack. He turned to the first page and grinned at the realization. It was like reading a poetic story about history! "Ho? This is Vrelenian. I assume this is written by Fir- the Goddess of Blessings, Human Goddess."

After saying that in the ancient language, he looked at Dylan, the Devil Emperor who ruled this continent as the sole ruler above the other four Devil Emperors. "Can you understand what I'm saying?"

"Definitely." Dylan responded in the same ancient language. Not many devils understood the ancient language as well as he did.

"Good, here. I've read everything in it. I wonder why that little Goddess made a book like this by volume division." Xero immediately returned the ancient book after reading super fast.

"I understand about the cursed creatures described in this volume and the calamities that might come. Does that have anything to do with what you said earlier?" Dylan returned to the main topic, which made him both curious and confused.

"Are you seeking my help and enlightenment?" Xero glared at Dylan, applying a little pressure with his godly oppressive aura.

Dylan gritted his teeth at the sudden pressure. Yet, he grinned and spoke in the ancient language. "It's funny to hear that from your mouth, Evil God. However, we need your information and strength to eradicate cursed creatures from sealed areas."

"You have pleaded, and I shall grant your wish. Gather the devils of power. We need to hold an important meeting to prepare for the big battle." Xero grinned widely and released his pressure.

He wanted the devils to also fight to eradicate the enormous number of accursed monsters with him. Even though they weren't as strong as him, they were nonetheless power holders. It was an all-out battle that must be won once and for all, regardless of anything.

After exchanging a few more words, they finally came to the deal. Although Dylan intended to take advantage of this Evil God inwardly. So, they inwardly wanted to exploit each other.

Then, Dylan decided to return to the Wales Region, his Imperial Palace in Central Region's capital city.

As they were about to leave with the Evil God, Sylvia didn't want to move from where she was standing. She pouted and sulked.

"Father, I want to go greet my friend Ely. She's still there." Sylvia pointed at the Golden Goddess in the far sky, about 200 kilometers to the north.

She wanted to tell her grievance to her Goddess friend about this Evil God's behavior. Some time ago, she felt suffocated and suffered from oppressive energy. And more importantly, she was afraid because her father had collaborated with this giant big scary devil. To suppress the Evil God, she needed her Goddess friend's help.

Dylan had a sour face and a complicated feeling. His daughter sometimes acted a little out of place. However, the Evil God spoke ahead of him.

"Ely? Who do you mean by that?" Xero glanced in the direction the devil girl was pointing while wondering. That was towards Sun, the Goddess of Light named Elena? Who was Ely?

"Uhh, you're scary, Sir Evil God. I want to go to my friend's side. Ely is my Goddess friend, you can't hurt me, or I'll scream for help." Sylvia walked back a little and returned to hide behind her father.

Hearing that, Xero frowned and glanced at the Six-winged Goddess. She and Firefly in her hands looked at him, and they seemed to be talking about him? He remembered that Firefly called Sun by the name Elena.

A different name? This devil girl was Sun's friend? In that case, this would be interesting. Xero smiled at Sylvia, but it looked creepy in the latter's eyes.

"Please don't look at me with that smile, or I'll scream. I'm sure Ely will come to punish you. You can't beat Ely, even with your godly power." Sylvia made a minor threat, but she believed it because she knew that her first friend was the omnipotent and omnipresent Goddess.

Xero didn't respond to that, but he no longer looked at Sylvia. After that, they all flew towards the Central Region's capital city using Evil God's magic. Poor Sylvia. She was unable to greet her Goddess friend and sulked along the way.

Meanwhile, the two Goddesses just watched Xero leave with hundreds of high-class devils. Even the two Devil Emperors were there.

'Shockingly, Xero is hated by his own race, the devils. Very different from you who are so adored by humans, Nell.' Elysia sent telepathy to the cocoon on her hands.

'That's not surprising, Elena. He slaughtered more than one hundred and fifty thousand devils in the last thousand for that stupid ritual experiments. I also just found out the number just now. But, well, being hated by his own race because of that is only natural.' Nell let out a soft sigh.

A moment ago, they heard a commotion and decided to listen. It was wow enough to know the details.

'Hmm? You don't call me grandgodmaster anymore?' Elysia stroked Nell's tiny head gently, with care and attention.

'Grandgodmaster, grandgodmaster, all hail grandgodmaster. Please have mercy to this little one.' Nell immediately corrected the pronoun without the slightest delay, worried about her head.

'Well, you changed it again. Alright, we will greet and invite a group of humans over there, to return to the Human Continent.' Elysia rolled her eyes and didn't mind that anymore.

'Then, please release me from this cocoon. It would be embarrassing if I appeared in front of my faithful followers like this. My exalted name, image, grace, and presence will be ruined in an instant. If that happens, I dare not appear among my loyal followers again, huhu...' Nell dramatized the situation even though she only asked for a straightforward request.

Elysia just smiled faintly, seeing Nell pretend to cry without tears. She just took off her magic silk bandage, freeing the small angelic fairy. After that, they headed towards the flat ground between the rocky mountains, the position where hundreds of humans were hiding.