Chapter 72: The Goddess of Suffering

  Mo Yan's strength was very strong, although he didn't know where his power came from. Maybe it wasn't that Mo Yan's strength was too strong, but rather the creatures here were too weak. After all, after Mo Yan arrived on the Hill Continent, except for feeling that his senses had become more acute, there was no other special feeling.

  But in fact, Mo Yan could turn swords into scrap iron, and the giant dragon's power was also useless against him. This shows that it wasn't that the creatures here were too weak. During the time Mo Yan had been on the Hill continent, neither magic nor strength nor swords had been able to harm him. So before fighting the Divine Chosen Warrior, Mo Yan hadn't thought she could hurt him, after all, Jones' claws had only left scratch marks on his skin back then.

  Apart from being gored by Jones during the fight, Mo Yan himself was also injured in the arm by his own horns due to excessive force. Before this, Mo Yan had not thought that there were weapons in this world that could hurt himself. After discovering that his own horns could hurt himself, Mo Yan once thought that perhaps the only thing in this world that could kill him was his own horns.

  But apparently the Divine Warrior's dagger changed Mo Yan's mind, and there were still things in this world that could hurt him. If he wasn't careful, he might die here today. Unable to see or sense the enemy's position, Mo Yan could only passively take the beating.

  "Surrender." Aishi looked at Moyan, who had been stripped of a few more pieces of flesh and blood, although there were no wounds, but his body was already stained red with blood, and said: "You are not the opponent of God's favorite, continuing to fight will only lead to death. Now the master wants to forgive you, you just need to surrender, and the master will even reward this city to you, it is meaningless to continue fighting."

  "Hmph......" Mo Yan crouched on the ground, covering his vital points and said: "Surrender? I don't plan to surrender. How could this level of power make me surrender?"

  "Why is it impossible?" The Divine Warrior continued to leave wounds on Mo Yan's body, saying with a thick tone of sarcasm: "Oh... I understand, is it because of that worthless self-esteem? Afraid to let your former subordinates see your failure? You don't need to worry about these things at all, surrendering in the underground world isn't something shameful."

  "Dignity?" Mo Yan heard the words of the Divine Warrior and burst out laughing, saying: "That thing I long ago threw away along with my integrity, if necessary, I would immediately kneel down and surrender. But the object is obviously not you, just hiding and having nothing to be afraid of."

  Mo Yan slowly stood up, looking at the empty room in front of him and laughed: "Just now I let you take the upper hand, just because I'm not quite used to this kind of battle. I couldn't grasp the enemy's position at all, I've never encountered such a situation before, so I took some time to think of a way."

  "How arrogant! I thought you were a sensible person. Obviously, Mo Yan's arrogance has enraged the Divine Warrior, who spoke with no small amount of anger: "I didn't expect that gaining power in time would make your brain any smarter. Well, I'll send you back to nature!"

  A crimson hollow the size of a dagger appeared on Mo Yan's chest, where his heart was located. For ordinary creatures, the heart is a very important location and can almost be said to be the source of power. Except for lifeless pure energy creatures and underworld spirits, being stabbed in the heart is a fatal injury.

  But just as Mo Yan was stabbed, his arm also grasped something in an instant. Firmly holding the unseen hand on his chest, he slowly pulled it outwards. As the invisible dagger was pulled out, a small amount of blood flowed out, but not much.

  "What a close call." Mo Yan said, grabbing her arm and immediately feeling his way up the invisible arm to grab her other hand as well. "You almost got me there. But unfortunately for you, it looks like I won this time."

  The warrior chosen by the gods, with both hands caught, revealed her figure. She twisted her arms hard, trying to break free from Mo Yan's control, but the power enhanced by magic was useless, no matter how she struggled, she couldn't escape Mo Yan's palms. And her struggles gave Mo Yan, who had been passive all along, some evil pleasure.

  Mo Yan did not spare the beauty of the chosen warrior, brutally breaking her arm bones and then throwing her to the ground, forcefully trampling on her two knees! Crushing the chosen warrior's knee bones completely, leaving her only able to let out helpless howls without being able to resist.

  Although Mo Yan could have taken a more gentle approach, like he did with Claud, dislocating her joints, the recent battle had apparently left him somewhat infuriated. For someone who had always found battles to be smooth sailing, the recent fight had put Mo Yan in a terrible mood.

  "It really hurts." Mo Yan looked at his already healed chest, then at the divine warrior's dagger that had fallen to the side, which was now clearly dull and had some notches on it. "What kind of weapon is this? I've never been injured by a weapon before. Aixi, do you know anything about it?"

  "Yes... yes, Master." Looking at the blood flowing from the Divine Chosen Warrior on the ground, the twisted arm in a strange shape, and the completely flat knee, Aishi looked at Moyan with some panic: "That is... that is the special weapon of the Divine Chosen Warrior. Although each god's forging formula is different, they are all extremely sharp and tough. Even the Dragon Clan will yield to the weapons of the Divine Chosen Warriors and not let them harm themselves."

  "Is this the unique weapon of the God's Chosen Warrior?" Mo Yan picked up the two daggers and said, "If I could get one too, that would be great. Unfortunately, these daggers are too small for me. It would be better to make a battle-axe or a giant sword instead."

  "If you like war axes and giant swords, then the weapon of that glorious god of war would be very suitable for you." The voice of the Divine Warrior sounded from behind Mo Yan, who was originally lying on the ground unconscious, but somehow she had already stood up behind him. Her eyes, which originally had black pupils, were now emitting a dark glow, and her limbs had also recovered to their original state. A powerful energy emanated from her body, causing her short black hair to flutter with the waves of energy.

  "Are you the Goddess of Pain?" Mo Yan looked at the God-chosen warrior whose breath had completely changed and understood that he was now a different person. He smiled and bowed, saying: "I'm really sorry about what just happened, my temper got a bit rough."

  "It doesn't matter." The Goddess of Suffering didn't show the brutality that was rumored on the continent, instead she smiled warmly and said: "It's all this child's fault, if she had killed you immediately at the beginning instead of playing with you. Then there wouldn't be these things now, would there?"

  "This is indeed a famous saying, but isn't it obvious that there's no 'if' in this world?" Mo Yan said nonchalantly, unfazed by the Pain Goddess's threat. Although he had no intention of opposing the Pain Goddess at present and didn't want to stand on the opposing side of a god, Mo Yan also wouldn't show a humble side, compared to flattering the Pain Goddess, Mo Yan believed that an attitude of neither arrogance nor humility would be more suitable.

  "It's indeed the case." The Goddess of Suffering smiled and nodded, "Perhaps this is the choice of fate, everything is destined, yet everything is also coincidental. Speaking of which, why are you controlling this underground castle? Minotaurs are clearly surface-dwelling demons, if no one leads them, those tunnel forks would lead you to other places."

  "The Great Goddess of Suffering." Ash, who had already knelt down on the ground upon hearing the goddess's words, humbly spoke to the Goddess of Suffering: "It was I who led him here, and all this is because my sister drove me out of the city."

  Looking at Aishi, who instantly pushed all the responsibility away and even blackened his own sister, Mo Yan curled his lips in distaste for Zhuo Er's character, once again gaining a specific understanding. In front of his own wise eyes, the respect he had initially held for Mo Yan was now nowhere to be found.

  "That's actually a good thing you've done." The Goddess of Suffering didn't show any signs of blame, instead she smiled and walked to the bedside, sitting down and praising Aishi: "He not only has great strength, but also possesses quite a bit of strange knowledge. Under his leadership, Santos can move towards a more prosperous and powerful future."

  "Thank you for the compliment, Master." Aishi turned her head and smiled at Moyan, saying: "This may be the most correct choice I've made, and I will make Santos even better for you. And I think all of this is also the arrangement of the Goddess."

  "Haha……you're quite the talker, aren't you?" The Goddess of Suffering chuckled at Aix's words and then said to Mo Yan: "I can hand over this city for you to control, and I don't have any special requirements for you. All I need is for you to lend me your power when I need it, although such a situation may not occur even in hundreds of years."

  "Not a bad deal." Mo Yan nodded in agreement. For the city, which couldn't be escaped, having a powerful person to help manage and develop it was also beneficial for the Zhaos. And Mo Yan needed Santos' textile industry to manufacture the Thundercliff's required spider silk fabric. The Goddess of Suffering guaranteed the Zhaos' obedience, while Mo Yan would sell his own strength; wasn't that fair and reasonable?

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