"This is evil."
Someone said.
"This is good."
That person continued.
Who is he?
He is a person. Not a king, not a hero, nor an evildoer.
He is an ordinary man, one of countless millions, innumerable like grains of sand on the shore.
Thus, people understood what good and evil were.
Then, he declared.
"Good should be praised, evil should be punished."
Who is he?
He is a person. Not a god, not a sage, nor a saint.
He is a mundane thing, utterly ordinary, without any merits, insignificant like a drop in the ocean.
But good and evil had been distinguished, order had been established.
So—
What can overcome evil has never been good.
Evil cannot be defeated by good.
What can suppress evil, what can seal evil, is not good, but something called order.
...
"Heh, heh, hehehehe." The devil in the bottle closed its eyes, one hand lightly scratching its horn, letting out a low chuckle. "You really are a bit hard to understand."
Lucius let out a soft sigh.
What would the devil in the bottle do once it was opened?
He didn't know.
But if he didn't open the bottle, he would surely die without a place to be buried.
His magical power was nearly exhausted, and the skills within his body could no longer be used.
All he could do was pray that the devil in the bottle had even a shred of credibility.
Moreover, if it harbored hatred from being sealed in the bottle, perhaps after gaining freedom for a while, it might regret its initial actions—killing the benefactor who had granted it liberty.
For the strong, the rules of life and death were merely trifles held in their hands. At that moment, there might still be a turning point.
Come to think of it, he hadn't believed the other party at all before. However, if he truly wanted to pursue power, there was no choice but to seek her help.
And compared to being casually killed by a Heretic God, he would rather have this Heretic God accompany him in death.
As for not releasing her from the bottle as some form of revenge...
As long as she lived, even if Lucius didn't open the bottle, she would eventually be found and released by someone else one day.
Open the bottle.
Lucius's expression darkened slightly.
Since he had already made the decision, he naturally wouldn't hesitate any further.
With that thought, he held the bottle in one hand, while the other fell upon the cap sealing the bottle.
Then—
"Be careful!"
The loli devil's expression changed, and she hurriedly warned him.
She had already sensed Mars' undisguised killing intent, as well as that life-threatening crisis.
Mars, still maintaining his distance from Lucius, had already charged up his technique.
The divine sword in his hand slashed out twice in quick succession from afar, and two beams of sword light were upon him in the blink of an eye.
In the critical moment, Lucius only had time to desperately twist his body to the side.
A golden sword light grazed past his face, leaving only a blood mark on his cheek.
With his physical constitution, the blood mark had just appeared and was already beginning to heal slowly.
But if his reaction had been a moment slower, the sword light would have landed on his neck instead.
The result would have been him being decapitated in one stroke, just like Mars earlier.
However, he had no time to celebrate dodging that life-threatening sword.
Because the other sword that the war god had slashed had already arrived.
Or rather, the first sword Mars had slashed simultaneously, aimed at his vital spot, was never expected to succeed.
After all, he didn't believe that an enemy capable of defeating his vessel could be easily dealt with by a single sword from him.
The purpose of slashing two swords at once was to force Lucius to fully dodge the first, leaving him no time to handle the second.
"Wolf of the Huns! Though I don't know what you're trying to do—" The Heretic Mars' muffled voice echoed from within his sealed helmet.
"But all I need to do is stop you!"
"Ha—" Lucius gritted his teeth, enduring the pain.
Mars' other sword light unceremoniously landed on the arm of the hand holding the sealed bottle.
A mortal's body, under a single slash from a Heretic God, was severed in an instant.
The arm gripping the sealed bottle flew off along with the bottle.
As the god of war, Mars was the embodiment of cunning and cruelty.
When facing an opponent he truly considered a threat, he would never be careless.
Of course, the earlier vessel god was an exception.
This time, seeing his opponent seemingly intent on opening the bottle in his hand—though he didn't understand the purpose—he still chose to act without hesitation to prevent it.
And conveniently, he took one of the enemy's arms in the process.
Blood splattered.
Lucius had no time for the pain, using his remaining hand to quickly catch the bottle that was about to fall.
Losing an arm was secondary; after all, as long as there was something called "the future," Anything could be reclaimed.
More importantly, with only one hand left, opening the bottle would be a bit troublesome.
"Lucius!" The loli devil's startled cry rang in his ears.
This seemed to be the first time he had heard the little devil call him directly by name.
But Lucius had no time to pay attention right now.
He raised the sealed bottle and bit down on the cap with his mouth.
In this situation, opening the cap seemed possible only with the help of his teeth.
"Open for me—"
"How persistent—"
The Heretic God's cold and cruel voice sounded.
He slowly raised a short spear.
"No matter what you're trying to do, your life ends here!"
"Go—bring me the crown of victory!"
"Spear of Remus!"
The short spear, infused with divine power, seemed to tear through the spatial distance, heavily striking Lucius's chest and piercing straight through.
Then, the remaining force of the divine spear continued to shatter several walls behind him.
"Our millennia-old enmity ends today, Wolf of the Huns."
Listening to Mars' cold declaration, Lucius's consciousness gradually faded into darkness.
Seeing his enemy's body slump lifelessly to the ground, Mars slowly descended from the sky, his gaze still vigilant.
Then, just as he had done to his own vessel, he would ensure the body was utterly destroyed—
The war god raised his sword, thinking thus.
From Lucius's remaining hand, the sealed bottle slipped out.
In his unconscious state, he coughed lightly.
From his mouth—
He spat out a bottle cap.
Then, in the next moment.
Mars discovered that his body flew out uncontrollably.
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