After some time, Pef decided the bite the bullet and see his father.
With a Blink he arrived in his old ice castle, finding Wix Xi and Xie Xi engaged in a strange type of sparring.
They both floated on top a disk of ice, and tried to push each other off, with their minds.
"Wife?" Pef muttered a bit confused.
"... Not now!" Xie grumbled as she fell off.
"Was that telekinesis?" he asked to make sure.
"Only the Push part. My daughter-in-law is quite adept." Pef's father explained in a cold tone.
Pef sighed and dragged them both inside his inner world.
"Not sure what's worse. That my father is still merely a Monarch, after all these years. Or that he can beat my amazing Tier 2 wife..." Pef muttered to himself while setting up a few diluted potions of godbeast dao.
Xie smiled genially and sat down gracefully, then casually grabbed a cup and sipped some blood wine. "Oh? This is really good!" she remarked as the Heavenly Laws began coursing through her meridians.
Pef glanced at his father with a complicated look. "You too. Can't have a Captain linger below the divine threshold. We'll start the attack on the gate soon."
Wix nodded and shrugged. "I'm no captain."
Pef just waited patiently. The wine soon began to work its magic, rapidly increasing his father's cultivation into the Saint rank. Then again, it was much easier for lower ranks to ascend.
"You have sufficient practice and combat, and even have a few more wives. It is the Patriarch's silly legacy once again?" Pef asked with a glance to the side, where Reason had just appeared.
The weapon studied Wix for a minute, before shrugging. "The indoctrination didn't take too well with him. Some kind of mental block, either old memories or simply distrusting the glove. Either way, we can fix him now."
Wix grabbed a whole gourd of blood wine and sat down with a dark face. "I don't need to be fixed. Though I like the wine."
Pef blinked and just stared at him for some time.
"Okay, so maybe losing her affected me more than I thought. Anyway, with more of this beast blood I'll reach divinity and soon disperse. You'll be free of me for a million years." the man muttered in a gruff tone.
"We can't afford to let to wallow in misery Wix. You have the cutting skill. Now, you need to attain One with the Void."
Pef explained in a level tone.
Wix just took another big gulp from the blood wine, and closed his eyes to meditate.
Pef hurt inward but couldn't stop now. He took out a drop of pure Godbeast blood, and just flicked it into his father mouth.
Almost imediately, Wix began ascending at speed, nearing Tier divinity, then exploded in gory mist.
"Be so kind, Reason." Pef asked in a pained voice.
"By the General's grace, you are returned to duty Wix Xi." the weapon spoke out loud, reforming the dead soldier into a divine being.
The difference was immediately visible, as the man's posture and demeanor changed, stand straight and proud and eying the weapon with wary eyes.
"I remember more now. I was sent here with a mission..." Wix began saying in a low voice.
"Good. Just remember, it was your mission, Captain. And is not finished." Reason said in a warning voice, then turned towards Pef with a concern tone. "Once he remembers to codewords, I'll have to return to him."
"I see. At least I have Faith." Pef replied with a sad sigh.
Somehow, his weapon leaving him has never seemed a possibility, until now. But if this involved a mission from the General...couldn't really say no.
Then Faith appeared as well, and observed Pef in silence for a long minute. "No. I'll join Captain Lin." the other weapon said curtly and somehow superior.
"Is it because I'm not a Captain?" Pef murmured and poured himself some wine. The rush of minor daos was kinda great, while it lasted. You never knew what bits of dao the next sip of wine would offer.
Although, why someone would try to attain the Dao of Whips was unfathomable to him. Or why it even existed at all.
"It is because her return brings value to the Legion. Lin is worth more than your other wives combined." Faith explained in a rather ruthless tone, then vanished yet again.
"Well then. I'm a god now. Don't feel much except larger range for my senses." Wix said after opening his eyes and looking around.
Pef pointed at the moon high above. "Strike the moon."
Wix glanced at the moon with a dubious look, and swiped a halfhearted strike towards it, with no effect. "It's too far."
"Use the Voidcutter." Pef muttered in a tired voice and leaned on Xie for support.
At this, Wix became suddenly more alert, and took out a bone sword from his storage ring.
A second later, his sword flashed and parted the space toward the moon, leaving a long crater as a result.
Then, a blindingly bright golden lighting bolt struck Wix, very similar to Pef's own retaliation.
"Ouch. This damn punishment lightning. Almost forgot how much it hurts." Wix grumbled while breathing deeply with a pained look on his face.
Pef smiled sadly. "Reason loves it. So prepare to begin loving it as well. You'll become inseparable very soon. Again."
Gritting his teeth, Wix began launching more and more skills at the moon, and enduring dozens of golden bolts til he crashed to his knees, skin burned and flailed and smelling of roast meat.
Curious, Pef struck as well, only once.
However, it was not the Avatar that was retaliated, but his main body. The lighting bolt was black and so strong it vaporized his ice castle with a pillar of lightning.
Pef himself was burned to a crisp, nearly his entire flesh black and well cooked.
Reason smiled politely as stream of energy coursed through her metal armor. "A thousand more bolts like that, and I'll be able to block a Tier 7 realm strike. Once." she added in a sweet voice.
Pef clenched his fist and reformed the shattered moon. "One thousand strikes, coming up." he answered the unspoken demand.
Wix sobbed audibly as he began launching his own thousand strikes.
The lighting show took an entire week, as even regeneration had its limit.
Still, beyond practicing the skill, to achieve some mastery in it for the next sword stage, this foolish actions did have some secondary effects.
'Well done, Pef! I'm fully charged and have begun deep repairs to my damaged core. And you've also passed 10 percent in the Dao of Lightning. For a week of work it was not bad at all.' the glove said in a congratulatory tone.
'Glad to be of help.' he answered and curled up to cry.
He didn't feel too happy about Heaven right now.
In his inner world, Wix managed to get drunk on blood wine and passed out, which was the easy way out.
Then Lia arrived on a beam of light, and dusted some soot from Pef's regrown hair. "Had enough fun, beloved?" his wife asked in an amused voice.
It was possible the entire planet had noticed the light show. It was quite obvious.
"It hurt some." Pef muttered still curled on the ground.
Lia sighed and hugged him gently. "I know it did, you big idiot."
He hugged her back, waiting for his skin to grow nerves again. That hurt too, though not as much as before.
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PefVersed in the lewd.
Some time later, Pef took a short visit to the Monarchy's palace.
Thousands of years had passed since his last visit and expansion into a multitude of galaxies have forced the administration to grow, although not to hellish size. A small city of bureaucrats and technocrats had indeed formed, but they mostly directly managed the local galaxy and not even that to full extent.
Everything was mostly decentralized and set up to be administrated locally, with some harsher rules regarding cultivators, all of whom were inducted and indoctrinated into the Legion, either as proper recruits or as locals militias.
It was akin to selecting elite troopers from a whole army for a special ops regiment, then giving them astronaut training, then arming them with portable nuke launchers.
Sadly, his Legion did not have arsenals of power word guns, but they did craft millions of void arks and qi cannons, and other individual weapons like swords, spears and bows.
They also received armor, though for higher ranks armor was mostly ornamental.
For ranks too low it was also useless. An attack that could damage Monarch ranked armors would obviously kill the wearer if that one had only Emperor rank. Still, it was better to have them than not.
Pef aimed to change that, and implement the new inscriptions he obtained from the devil galaxy, raising the armor effectiveness a few ranks til Tier 2 at least. Inscriptions were much more feasible than finding megatons of high tier metal or bone.
Raising the troops cultivation ranks would help even more, but cultivation resources were by their own nature rare and expensive.
Easy enough for a large family, not so much for a trillion soldiers.
Pef met Paragon in the Monarch's office, where his green haired son was doing his job, quite proficiently.
QI arrays and holographic projectors had replaced the old paper documents, and reading reports was easier by simply interacting with a mind crystal. Possibly the main export of the demon galaxy nowadays.
"Son, hard at work?" he asked with a warm voice.
Paragon set down a jade slip and glanced at him with tired eyes. " Please tell me you're about to return to your post, Monarch."
Pef glanced to the side, where a mortal secretary was computing fast on some unfathomable device, which was likely a computer analogue. "You're promoted to Acting Monarch. I need my son for a while" he explained with wry tone, leaving a panicking man behind.
Patting the son on his shoulder, he kidnapped his kid into the inner world.
"Grandpa!" Paragon exclaimed happily and ran to hug Wix Xi with a glowing face.
"Hey there, young one. Welcome to hell..." Wix muttered in warning, and a glare towards the moon.
"Our fate is to suffer and die. Sacrifice and duty." Faith spoke with a calm tone, her words tangible and glowing golden.
Pef snorted and began pouring blood wine for his under leveled son. "Some pain builds character. But we'll leave the dying for our enemies." he explained in an amused tone, while offering a small cup to his son.
Cautiously, Paragon took a sip, then gulped the rest in awe. His cultivation grew almost at once, reaching Saint rank in a minute. "This...some kind of beast blood?" the boy asked in a thoughtful tone.
"It was a strong Godbeast. Found it taking bites from galaxies and decided to put it to better use." Pef said in a casual voice, then flicked an undiluted drop of blood to Paragon's mouth.
As expected, the boy had to be revived, but as a Tier 1 god. "A single drop of blood did more than thousands of years of cultivation?" Paragon muttered in confusion while staring at his hands in disbelief.
"We have a new visitor? Green hair too...so cute!" a young woman with fairy wings said with a curious voice, descending on the beach to stare at Paragon.
The boy stared at her and blinked. "Wings...are you an angel?" Paragon asked while blushing fiercely.
Mistly drank a gulp of blood wine then laughed in a crystalline voice. "Silly boy. Angels are not real!" she yelled as she dove into the sea.
In a minute, a fountain of sea water exploded upwards as the fairy ascended to Emperor rank, and began playing with her water domain.
"Happiness seems to help her. I wonder what could keep our fairy visitor happy?" Pef asked rhetorically and glanced at his son, who seemed to have found love at last.
Paragon nodded shyly and flew out to keep the fairy woman company.
"She seems a bit young for my grandson." Wix muttered a bit concerned.
"Misty is older than our homeworld, father. Not that you can tell." Pef said with a head shake and wry grin.
He stared at the moon for a few seconds.
"No! Not the moon again." Wix exclaimed in terror.
"Not the moon, of course. It is too close and too easy anyway. I'm making a neutron star. Til then, eat this!" Pef replied in a sagely tone, and took out the other Godbeast eye.
Meanwhile, he was collapsing a more distant star at the edge of his galaxy and waved away the supernova remnants. Easy to do in his inner world, where Pef had total control over everything, once he focused his attention.
Wix took the eye with both hands and examined it for a long minute, his eyes widening visibly. "Such powerful dao. Void, or more precisely distance, shape and gravity?" he asked to make sure.
Pef nodded and waited. Reason appeared beside him and observed as well, in silence.
Then Wix opened his mouth and ingested the beast eye, and fell into deep meditation. Around him, space began to distort and stretch, contending with Pef's ownership of the inner universe.
"How? Isn't this my world?" Pef muttered with a tiny bit of panic.
"The Heavenly Laws are not limited by your sky, silly Pef. They are the Heaven above that fake blue sky." Reason said sternly, then stepped forward to poke Wix in the forehead.
Golden waves radiated from the man's forehead, spreading out a hundred meters and calming the spatial distortions.
After a long wait, is father began glowing with sword intent, and a qi beam speared the moon, shattering it.
"One with Heavens. At last" Wix spoke in a satisfied tone and opened his eye, looking confident.
Pef sighed and waved him away, sending Wix next to the neutron star he just made. "Ten thousand qi swords. Then you'll reach One with the Void. And then we can begin."
A distant sob filled the void among the stars, as Wix began the long path to sword mastery.
Luckily for his father, Pef did provide more blood wine and his energy never ran out.
"There. It is done." Pef's avatar told Reason on the beach.
The armored woman nodded cautiously. "Not quite where I want him, but close enough. One year at this stage, then you may upgrade him to Tier 2."
Sighing inward, Pef nodded as well.
He found Paragon and Misty exchanging stories and feats, each boasting and exaggerating. Probably.
With a thin smile, Pef expelled them out, to allow the fairy to visit the planet with her new friend.
Then he drew on his Void powers and Blinked, rushing towards his last wife, Yuan.
The trip took only a day now, nearby galaxies being quite easy to reach since his Tier 4 rank and the increased Void enlightenment.
Yuan herself was busy incinerating a few moons.
He stopped beside her and waited while molten streams engulfed those moons.
'There're more rock worms out here.' the glove said with a warning tone.
Pef nodded to himself. 'I suspected something.'
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"Having a picnic, beautiful?" Pef wondered while observing his wife.
Yuan had indeed become even more beautiful, the passing of time only enhancing her features, and she wasn't wearing a veil.
"Pef! You're back!" she exclaimed at once and flew into his embrace.
Our hero dutifully groped her body while waiting for her excitement to pass. Soon enough, Yuan began breathing a bit harder, and drew back a little. "No time for that now. There are rock worms here, Pef."
"I figured. But a few kisses won't endanger the galaxy." he whispered as he drew his wife closer.
...
After some time, the couple landed on a planet and Pef began observing the beasts as they were taking over. Plants were still not affected, but animals and beasts were quickly succumbing to the plague, becoming incubators for more worms.
"It's so sad. I can contain the damn worms, but everything would burn." Yuan sobbed softly, tears dripping on her pretty face.
With a flick, Pef called his gun into his hand. "You can do selective targeting, right?"
Inside the inner world, the armored woman measured Pef with stern eyes. "Select target then."
"Rock worms, carrying the plague. One hundred light-years radius." he decided as a test.
His own coresense was smaller, and could barely reach the nearest star, but he knew the power word gun wasn't limited like him.
"This will hurt." Reason replied with a sigh and began her song, locking down the Void for 100 light-years and exterminating the worms.
And indeed, as soon as the range of the golden waves passed the 3 light-year mark, the recoil of the weapon became unbearably painful. Pef fainted in Yuan's arms, while his soul burned.
A million years later, or perhaps only a minute, Pef awoke with his head in Yuan's lap.
'Your qi purity has risen to 33 percent. Luckily I trained you to withstand pain from a young age. Or perhaps it wasn't luck at all.' the glove said in a wry tone, and explaining so much with a careless remark.
'Thank you, my orange glove. I am grateful for your help.' Pef grumbled inward. He was truthful though.
Without the glove's constant support, he would have died long ago, and never achieved his cultivation rank. Even if it did hurt at times.
Scanning around with his coresense, he could immediately tell that this planet at least was clean and purified. Although most animals had died, some had not and would quickly repopulate the world.
Pef began landing a Legion regiment and their dependents on the planet, while the orbit filled with a hundred spaceships.
Beside the humans and ants, a third of the troops were devils, gained by winning the Firestorm Barony.
"T' lik. You have command of the Firestorm regiment. Here is some Godbeast blood and bloodwine. Pacify and colonize this galaxy. And let me know if you find more rock worms." Pef told the Tier 2 ant warrior, and passed him a storage ring containing a precious blood jar made of white jade and a few barrels of blood wine.
"It will be done Commander. We'll begin setting up maize fields at once." the ant replied in a dignified tone.
His 4-meter-long body now sported a human torso on top, although the features were not quite realistic, falling more into an uncanny valley of insect-like jaws and wise human eyes.
With a nod, Pef drew Yuan into his inner world and Blinked away, heading for Ardania.
Again, the trip to that nearby galaxy took only a day. Folding the Void for travel had become easy and instinctive now, and with more practice, even easier.
Yuan needed only five drops of Godbeast blood to cross from the second into third tier, and she didn't even explode.
Pef was a bit surprised, but Reason wasn't.
"Her constitution is special, as you already know. To produce those healing tears, the body itself must be resilient to all types of infection or poison." the weapon said waiting beside Pef's avatar, as Yuan ascended with such ease.
"These special body types, are they more common in the Great Realm?" Pef asked curious.
"... About as common as transmigration without the required cultivation rank. Thousands, over billions of years in billions of universes." Reason replied with a thin smile.
Pef nodded sagely. Not common at all then.
Outside, he landed in the Imperial Court, and held out a hand for Yuan. His wife emerged into the courtyard as a Tier 3 Highgod, her aura vibrating a blinding white in his soul vision.
Arden and Gaia arrived in a minute, hand in hand.
"You! It takes five thousand years to visit me?" Arden yelled pointing at Pef with an accusing finger.
Pef grinned widely, and stepped forward to hug his friend. "I brought wine." he whispered in fake secret.
Arden glanced towards his wife for a second. "Fine. It better be the best wine in the universe!" he allowed with a mellow voice, and drew Gaia closer.
Pef smiled at the green-haired goddess, and patted her hair. "You look good Gaia. How many kids?"
"A dozen or so. Who keeps count?" the nature goddess answered with a gruff voice.
Soon enough, fifteen kids were paraded in front of the visitors, all of them cultivators of medium ranks. The firstborn was already a Tyrant, which wasn't bad at all.
Arden himself was a Monarch rank now, quite a decent achievement for a peaceful place like this.
Even the Legion's cultivation wouldn't work miracles when lacking stronger enemies to defeat and absorb some of their cultivation for yourself.
Pef poured more wineblood for the two rulers, and waited until Arden crossed into the Saint rank.
"Good wine, right?" he asked smugly.
"Yeah. Always full of surprises, my friend. How is Aria?" Gaia asked instead, sipping the dao wine with concentration.
"Doing well enough, I guess. She's at the peak of Tier 2. And she has a Legion knife now." Pef explained while taking out a mind stone containing some memories, and passing it to Gaia.
Arden was still in deep meditation, consolidating his Saint rank, while Gaia read the imprint stone and learning of Pef's adventures in the devil galaxy.
"You're Gael, right?" Pef asked the Tyrant rank kid.
"I am, Lord Pef. And thank you for the gift of life. Mother told me how I came to be, inside your inner world." the green haired boy answered politely.
'Wanna become a god, today?' Pef asked furtively, with a mind transmission.
'With that special wine?' the kid replied curious, coming closer and entering the 5-meter range.
Pef smirked and instantly kidnapped Gael and drew him inside the inner world. "This is your birthplace Gael. It will always be your home. And Reason there, she is your godmother." the avatar explained pointing at the armored woman.
Reason smiled kindly and nodded.
"Oh! Nice to meet you, godmother!" Gael exclaimed with wide eyes, and bowed like before an Emperor.
"Arden tried to teach you the Legion method, but he is not divine yet. For a partial imprint it's not too bad. You want the whole thing, young Gael?" Reason asked with her lips not moving.
Gael nodded eagerly, and the weapon spoke a single word.
In a minute, Arden's kid started sweating profusely, while enduring the transformation pain.
"We'll start slowly, with some blood wine. It will ease the pain as well." Pef explained gently and handed him a gourd bottle full of wine.
By the time the bottle was finished, Gael had ascended past Monarch and into Saint rank, just like his father.
"This is amazing, Lord Pef. It still hurts, but is bearable now." Gael said with a grin and wiped his tears away. Then he began jumping and flying around to test his new powers.
On a whim, Pef drew Arden inside as well, and then Gaia.
"Gael? Already a Saint? Thanks Pef!" Arden said proudly and patted the avatar on the shoulder.
"He seems really happy. Too bad he has to die now." Pef remarked in a somber tone, flicking a drop of Godbeast blood down Gael's grinning mouth.
As expected, Gael grew red and climbed the cultivation scales rapidly, until he exploded into blood mist.
Then Arden punched Pef in the jaw. "Idiot! Bullying me is one thing. What did my child did to deserve that?" Arden yelled while nursing a broken wrist.
"He asked for it, young Arden." Reason explained and held a hand on Arden's shoulder.
"Damn kids. Always doing stupid things." Arden muttered as he sat down and grabbed another bottle of wine.
"By her Grace, you are summoned back to life and duty, recruit Gael." Reason spoke out loud, reforming Gael into a Tier 1 Physical God, her Words compressing the blood mist into an adult body.
Gaia sighed audibly and sipped more blood wine, with a thankful nod towards Reason.
"What do you say, Arden? Wanna become a god as well?" Pef wondered with a smug face.
The blonde man grit his teeth. "I need better friends..." he muttered in defeat.
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Pef just stared at Arden for a minute. "So?" he asked in fake confusion.
Arden pointed his finger at him. "This time...it might be worth it. Got to catch up with my amazing wife, after all!" the blonde man proclaimed, somehow managing to turn the situation around, and make Pef feel he had lost ... something.
Pef sighed and decided to not be a total dick, this time. Waving a drop of beast blood closer, he allowed Arden to take it and ingest by himself.
Surprisingly, the result was completely beyond expectation.
Arden puffed up and seemed ready to explode, then changed...losing all his flesh and muscle as if his dantian sucked everything into it. A barely living skeleton opened his eyes and coughed, expelling a black stone of sorts.
"Here, my love. You hold my heart now." Arden said, handing over the petrified heart to his wife.
A second later, his body crumbled into dust, forming a pile of white ash.
Pef blinked and turned towards Reason. "That wasn't normal, right?" he asked to make sure, pointing at the remains of his friend.
Reason tilted her head, then tapped her chin as if deep in thought. "Arden if fine. His soul has split away, and linked to his heartstone."
Pef stepped beside Gaia and poked the black heart. "Is he sleeping in there?"
Gaia slapped his hand away. "Arden has died before, in this very world. He's just looking around now."
Gael arrived as well, and hugged his mother for support. "How long, mom?" the boy asked in worry.
"However long it takes. Not more than 3 days, I believe." the nature goddess replied with her own worry visible.
Pef sat down beside Yuan and exchanged a glance.
"I'll keep her company." Yuan replied to his unspoken words. She rose and went to speak with Gaia, and keep her busy.
'He might need more death qi, Pef. Bring in a Nether Mushroom.' Reason sent him with a mind pulse, while examining the white ash with a piercing gaze.
Pef nodded and grinned. That was supposed to be a surprise gift for Arden, but an emergency injection was good too.
He took out a black jade box, and handed it to Reason, not willing to come in direct contact with death qi. Even here in his inner world, the unexpected kept happening.
'Contamination will happen anyway, silly.' the armored woman sent while opening the box and emptying the contents over the pile of ash.
In a minute, the Nether Mushroom began emitting a fog of death qi and extended roots into the ash, growing larger and larger.
Pef paled and retreated a dozen steps, while raising a telekinetic wall to block off the fog before it touched someone.
Well, someone not already dead.
In an hour, the ash was all absorbed by the mushroom which began morphing and changing, til it assumed Arden's body shape. It was kinda black and oozing some liquid, but the reformation seemed to work. "Give me more" the homunculus demanded in a ghastly voice.
Pef grinned widely. "Say please!" he demanded in a smug tone.
"Now, you idiot!" the mushroom yelled annoyed, and shaking a limb without fingers.
Pef took out two more boxes and floated them beside the talking mushroom. "You're gonna have to open them by yourself. Not touching death qi, even if it sounds cool."
"Damn bully. I don't have fingers!" the mushroom complained, struggling to open a box with his feet and mouth.
Pef fell on his back laughing, when Arden finally managed to open the lid and lap the next Nether Death Mushroom awkwardly. "Haha. Best show I've seen in this galaxy!"
Eventually, Arden did manage to reform himself then drew on his new godly powers to craft himself a kimono made of shadow. Then he floated towards Pef and stopped only a meter away. "I have death and time powers now, you moron! Wanna see them?"
Pef stepped forward and hugged the new lich. "And I have nine more black boxes. You should reach Tier 2 only from those."
Arden hugged him back for a second. "You're still an idiot"
"Never said I wasn't. So, you're a lich now?" Pef replied with a shrug and went back to his table, pouring wine for both of them.
"A lichling maybe. I'll need to scour a few graveyards and figure out how my lich cultivation works. And the stupid memories aren't helping much." the golden aura lich muttered after sitting down.
Both of them sipped more wine, deep in thought.
"You were a Consecrated Archlich or such, before you reincarnated. But as powerful as you were, you still died. Keep the Legion method, Arden." Pef advised him after some time.
Arden held his hand out and formed a staff made of solid shadow, with a grinning skull on top. "That staff I had, it could shatter stars in one strike. But it broke in my hand..."
Pef sighed and glanced at the weapon. "You've seen those before?"
Reason sat beside them and poured herself some tea, with a dismissive look at the staff's shadow.
"Ugly things. Decent enough in combat perhaps. Although, they aren't sapient nor do they speak. Like the knife I guess."
she explained patiently.
Arden nodded to himself and stole an appraising look at Reason.
Soon enough, Gaia returned and smiled at her husband, while caressing his heart with gentle moves.
Pef held a hand out and grabbed a rib from the Godbeast, the bone glowing with minuscule arrays and inscriptions.
"I'll throw you a bone." he quipped and threw the 2-meter rib towards Arden.
Arden's eyes lit up, as he examined the beast bone with his new divine senses. "This! This is almost like my old staff. Gonna have to shape it...somehow." the blonde man murmured while straining to soulsmith the bone and failing.
Pef took out another rib and focused, slowly enveloping and infusing his soul to reshape the rib into a sword with a long shaft. It was considerably difficult to simply reshape the bone into a weapon form.
"Are you blocking me again, Reason?" he asked to make sure.
"No need. The Heavens Laws are just that strong. And you did shape it a little. Quite surprising." the weapon said with wonder in her voice.
Pef drew back and examined the prototype sword in his hand. Indeed, the primary shaping had taken, molding the bone into a blunt sword with a meter long handle, like a polearm of sorts.
Placing a finger under the guard, he spun the sword, observing the balance with knowing eyes. It was almost perfect, even if unfinished. He turned towards Gaia, and held the weapon out. "For you Gaia. It is very durable already. Making it sharp will be hard."
The green haired goddess stored the black heart and drew the sword to herself. "It is beautiful. Gonna have to make the handle collapsible, so it can work as sword or polearm as needed."
Pef smiled gently. "Ready to reach Tier 2 now?" he asked curious.
Gaia nodded. "Like Gael?" she asked a bit worried.
"Pretty much. You might burst from the Heaven qi, but you're safe in here. Take your time." Pef answered in a kind tone, and sipped more wine.
More tiny bits of minor dao filtered in, like trying to taste a plant by drinking a thin tea. The aroma was pleasant enough, but...
He took out few drops of Godbeast blood, and floated one towards Gaia as he ingested one drop too. A rush of energy coursed through him, filling his meridians then deluging into his dantian. More stars lit up in the sky, as a second galaxy was increasing in size.
"Such a tiny thing. I suppose it won't hurt to try." Gaia murmured to herself, guiding the drop of blood into her mouth.
The universe is always full of surprise. Gaia glowed golden as the blood released its energy, then the golden glow flew into her new sword, and back into the other hand, circulating madly a thousand times, til it began to diminish by itself.
As Gaia was already a peak Tier 1, this was enough to cross her over, reaching Perfect Divinity.
Pef expected that. Gaia suppressing the Heavenly Laws was unexpected, but possible. Yuan had did just that, and she wasn't a golden soul.
But the weapon in her hand changing like Gaia had announced was truly special. The handle had shortened, and the blade had a sheen of sword qi over the blade, the tiny runes realigned to form a perfect edge now.
Then Gaia slumped into her seat and fell asleep, while the new sword floated in midair by itself.
Reason held out her hand and drew the glowing sword into her palm. " Now I've seen everything. The Heavens changed the sword to her wish. It even says Veridian Legion on the side."
"It does?" Pef wondered with a glance at the sky.
This was something way more significant than just shaping a bone sword, by accident or luck. The bone was made of Heavenly Laws.
Shaping the Laws to write Veridian, that was not Gaia's work. Not even Pef could change the letter of the runes.
It was literally a Mandate of Heaven.
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PefVersed in the lewd.
A week passed on Ardania while the friendship rekindled and became stronger.
Gaia's kids were slowly gaining more ranks, using the milder blood wine. Then Pef hugged his friends one last time, and left them a small vial of beast blood, enough to push them into divine tiers.
Then he Blinked away, heading towards another galaxy.
Wong and his wife were fighting side by side, beams of sword qi and shards of ice impaling a dozen spiders at once.
His troops fought alongside, shields and elemental shields united into a barrier formation, while fire and wind cultivators were firing jets and projectiles from behind.
In an hour, the spider horde was stalled and had begun to waver.
Wong felt hope for once. "I think we're almost done. We can have a feast after..." he told his wife in a confident voice.
Always sound confident, even if you had to fake it.
The ground shook ominously and a qi powered scream emerged, followed by a humongous beast with too many eyes.
Wong grit his teeth as he observed the Spider King or whatever the thing was. His qi was nearly depleted and the beast was at least a Tier 3. His regiment wasn't doing much better, and their morale was plummeting rapidly.
"Rally! On me Soldiers! By platoons target the eyes!" Wong yelled as he focused his qi beam to target a larger eye.
His last drop of qi went into the beam.
He closed his eyes after, slumping in defeat. Sometimes, even his best efforts were for nothing.
Then, a blast of qi leveled the battlefield, a stream of fire bathing the spiders from above.
Wong opened a tired eye and searched for the source. "Reinforcements?" he asked blurily.
"It's Lady Yuan. Must have been returning from her expedition..." his wife explained while hugging him with one arm for support.
Wong circulated his qi a few times, gathering enough for a wide qi scan.
But Lady Yuan was already gone, a firestorm moving away the only sign of her real presence.
He fell to his knees and weeping in relief. Saved at the last moment...
"Still crying like a baby, eh?" a familiar voice spoke from somewhere near.
"Master?" Wong muttered in disbelief.
A friendly hand patted his head then he was drawn inside Pef's inner world.
Wong looked around in awe. The beach was mostly the same, but the universe was larger. There was a whole galaxy in here. A dozen galaxies in fact.
"You still like wine, Wong? Lady Wong too, I expect." Pef asked with a smug face, handing them two large cups of fragrant wine.
"You know me the best, Master." the disciple muttered in thanks, eager to parch his dry throat.
The wine was laced with something, but he trusted Pef with his life anyway. And indeed, he wasn't disappointed. Just a small sip fully recharged his reserves, while the next gulp actually increased his cultivation!
He sat down at the simple wooden table, as his regiment was also being moved inside and offered drinks and maize porridge as a reward for their hard effort.
"Still too weak, Wong. Not even One with the Heaven?" Pef asked with a smile.
"I am trying. But between leading the regiment and cultivating, training with the sword always falls last." Wong replied with dignity.
"The old Sea Guards, eh?" Pef mused while examining the soldiers in Wong's regiment.
A single one of them had Earth affinity, and was employed as smith and fortification builder. The descendants of the Stoneport firecone monks were now used as massed artillery, lobbing fireballs over towards the enemy.
The Wind cultivators used bows and aerial combat, though without needing airships like their Air Guard ancestors.
Not a bad setup, in Pef's view.
In a minute, the butchered remains of the spider colony were also brought in, to be prepared as a feast. The shells and claws would be soulsmithed into weapons and armor, especially those from the large spider with a Tier 3.
A hundred avatar clones began cooking the white spider meat, while setting aside the shells.
Soon enough, the regiment was fed the delicious flesh of their enemies, and they sat down to chat and exchange soldier feats.
"Here, you two. Ingest the blood and grow. Tier 2 will not cut it anymore, not for regiment leaders." Pef offered some time later, holding up a few drops of Godbeast blood.
Wong and his wife exploded and died, then revived and died again. But in a few hours, they both emerged as Tier 3 gods, standing proud while looking at Pef in awe.
"Master, you're a Tier 4 already?" Wong asked with a curious voice.
"What? Is that so hard? Just find a strong enemy and kill him. That spider could have been your ticket to Tier 3. Well, maybe a few more like it. Beasts don't have enough insights to digest. Not like Godbeasts do." Pef answered smugly.
Wong nodded sagely. "It was hidden somehow. If I had sensed the big spider from the start, the battle wouldn't have gone like this. I have ships in orbit after all."
Yuan appeared beside them and sat at the table with a flushed face. "There was a masking formation underground. Took nearly all my qi to break through. A trillion eggs inside, all at Earth rank." she explained after sipping some wine to recharge.
Pef sighed inward and tapped the table in thought. "Someone is messing things up. Just like the Purple Veil. But the ants were sapient and could be reasoned with. These spiders..."
"It's the hundred spider colony we had destroyed so far. And I bet there's more." Wong muttered as he sipped more of the fragrant blood wine.
Pef took out two more Godbeast ribs and flashed forged them into polearms. It was still hard, and they didn't have and edge yet, but soulsmithing did seem to have become easier since reaching Tier 4.
He handed them over and waited.
"Amazing toughness. Good balance. But no edge?" Wong mused out loud, twirling his new weapon around.
Pef sighed and expelled the idiot from his world, followed by his regiment. He then handed a storage ring with more bloodwine to his wife. "Tier 4 Godbeasts are very rare. Use it only at need." Pef advised the woman and sent her out.
Then, Pef Blinked away, leaving behind a Legion regiment ten times stronger. He kinda overspent the meager resources this time, but the Sea Guards were of his past. Call it attachment or whatever. Plus, it was Wong.
He couldn't have a disciple that was too weak, right?
On the way back, Reason sat beside the avatar and took a small bite from the cooked spider meat.
"You have gained the Dao of Cooking." she mused with a sad tone. "Quite irresponsible to waste your cultivation on something this...mundane." the weapon added as warning.
Pef smiled and hugged Yuan to his side. "My wives love it, right?"
Yuan leaned into him and nodded. "There are millions of soldiers, but only my husband can cook like this. Makes him special." his wife admitted with a small blush.
Reason waved a hand in disgust and vanished.
The next day, Pef arrived back in Lacrima's orbit and went to see Lin and the dragon smith, in her lunar lab.
Quite expected, they were working hard to reproduce the devil inscriptions and testing their efficiency on various types of armor and weapons.
Around them, a large factory was hard at work, thousands of smiths and engineers producing equipment of all kinds.
In fact, nearly a quarter of the moon was covered in shipyards and factories, and Pef could sense almost a billion people working and living here.
Every minute or so, another spaceship took off and left for combat or patrols. In a way it did make sense, as the low gravity and lack of atmosphere made space engineering much easier.
"I say a combination of iridium and adamantite would work better. It would be twice as strong, at least!" Drake argued as Pef arrived beside them.
"We have a small supply of adamantite, silly dragon. Enough for a thousand armors, not for a trillion." Lin answered with a single glance at the intruder.
Pef waited for a minute, till the two smiths came to an agreement. They would craft two types of armor, the elite kind and the regular.
"Hey boss. Brought me anything nice?" Drake asked shamelessly. The boy had a galaxy worth of materials and still asked for more!
"No. I was visiting friends not buying out another auction house." Pef muttered as complaint, while skipping over to hug and kiss his main wife.
After a minute, Lin drew back and measured Pef from head to toe. "The boy is right though. Go bring some more adamantite. At least a million tons. That will save lives. Legion soldier lives."
"Oh! A million tons, divided by a kilogram per armor...a billion sets of Tier 2 armor! That will take some time to craft..." Drake mused out loud, lost inside his head.
Pef sighed inward. 'Can we even find a billion tons of adamantite, my glove?'
Pef actually like the idea of armoring all his troops with Tier 2 armor. Why only a mere billion?
'Not in the demon galaxy. They kinda mined out most of it, and they didn't have much anyway. But we can explore in that direction. Adamantite is similar to boron, not naturally occurring inside stars, like iron or gold. But the source should be nearby the demons' galaxy.' the glove answered after a few seconds.
'Not another beast, right?' Pef asked to make sure.
'Adamantite is not animal droppings, idiot. Some type of exploded stars, maybe a quasar. We'll see when we get there.' the glove said in a more angry voice.
Pef kissed Lin again and Blinked away.
He arrived at his apartment in the Monarchy palace and ejected Yuan. No more wives risked while exploring.
This time he would go alone.
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PefVersed in the lewd.
"Are you planning to leave, so soon?" Yuan asked with a worried voice.
Pef hesitated for a minute. " Guess I can stay a month or two. But after that..."
Yuan sighed in relief and glanced towards an empty bedroom. "You have duties as a husband too." she murmured and stepped inside.
Pef followed with a wide grin. Quite a pleasant duty after all.
Two months passed in bliss, as his wives rotated in and out on some complicated schedule they arranged between them.
Then, as the day he had planned to leave came about, Faith and Reason flew out by themselves.
Pef sighed and ejected his father as well, then watched as the power word gun entered his chest and vanished. Faith did the same with Lin, and he was left with the knife and glove.
Then, the knife betrayed him as well, flying away and entering Vela's hand without any warning.
'Now, it's only you and me, my glove.' Pef mused inward, and feeling a bit dejected.
'You are my best project yet. A bit stupid, but that only makes you easier to guide by the nose.' the glove replied in a sarcastic tone.
'Good joke!' Pef replied and Blinked into orbit.
Gathering speed, he headed towards the demon galaxy, as there were things to check upon.
Inside his inner world, there were only a dozen regiments remaining, that he planned to seed on this route, to make commerce and travel easier for the next generations.
Then again, a single regiment would increase in size ten times in a hundred years, and a hundred times after a thousand. The twelve kids policy worked just fine til now, excepting the ants who had queens with millions of eggs per week.
Shiara herself was travelling the Legion space, adding more ants to serve as labor or frontline troops to every galaxy, and trying to advance an elite troops to divine tiers, by training them on the local beast fauna like spiders or worms.
Given the tremendous durability and strength of divine ants, Pef wanted a buffer of ants to protect the more vulnerable bipeds. The stronger Saint rank ants were already close enough to Tier 1 in strength.
But if Shiara manged to raise a billion of them to divine tier, that would be excellent indeed.
The travelling would have been boring, alone in the empty void between galaxies, but luckily Pef had his inner world to train in inscriptions with his avatar, and the occasional Voidcutter, just for fun.
Well, for the glove's fun, but who cared?
They were basically one after a few thousands years of sharing the same senses and experiences.
One by one, the Legion regiments were spread out, a single one remaining as backup for the unexpected.
And thus, Pef arrived in the demon galaxy without much fanfare, and landed on the first inhabited planet.
Checking the state of things was normal.
Thus, Pef compressed his aura to appear a mere Saint, and walked the busy streets of a trading capital, taking in the sights and listening for stories and rumors.
"I hear war might begin again. The Eyeless are gathering in Tingel Arm."
"The elves won't stand for it."
"Eh, the elves. Since their King fell ill, they are too weak."
"But if the Legion..."
"You really believe those myths?"
Pef frowned while trying to make sense of the changes.
Then he frowned again, as he reached a big plaza where a Legion style temple stood proud and tall.
Too proud and too tall. Over a kilometer tall, which wasn't General's modest style. And the big statue in front of it was not the General.
It seemed to be a man, bleeding from the side and holding a short sword in defiance.
'The Hell? Who is that idiot who made a statue for himself?' Pef muttered inward as he Blinked inside ready to break some heads.
Then blinked in confusion, recognizing the face on the icons. His own face, if somewhat managing to look young and wise.
A stream of pilgrims was touring the huge cathedral, all donating gold or gems or even jade slips into a demonic mouth with Pef's stone foot stepping on top.
A choir of priests was chanting and murmuring, eyes gleaming at the free income.
'This is quite a racket you have here. And such a big statue too.' the glove said in a snicker.
Pef sighed inward and Blinked again, right inside the inner altar.
A bishop or such was busy counting the riches and storing them into separate rings by type.
"How much you made this year?" Pef asked in a casual tone.
"A billion...wait, who are you?" the guy asked in outrage, then pressed a glowing icon, possibly to call security.
"Uh, you use my face for this racket, then have the guts to ask me who I am?" Pef wondered out loud, then grabbed the man by his head, with his gloved hand.
While the glove began the tedious task of memory searching, the door busted open as a dozen guys wearing Legion style armor rushed in.
"Freeze, intruder! Unhand his Holiness at once, or suffer the wrath of Pef, destroyer of Archdemons!" the leader proclaimed and released his own Saint rank cultivation.
"But I want to meet this Pef. How does he look like?" Pef asked in fake innocence.
"Pef is mighty! His hair is black as coal, and his skin is fair and...he looks almost like you..." the guy answered in a decreasing volume.
"Indeed, you might even say we look identical. Even if I am stronger than the old Pef." our hero mused out loud, checking another icon where he broke some adamantite chains off some slaves.
"Blasphemer! Pef is a god, and you're not worthy to speak his holy name!" another guard yelled in outrage.
'Any advice?' Pef asked his advisor, as he was losing patience already.
'Grab the loot and head to their main base. These zealots aren't of any use.' the glove replied and marked a star far off in another galactic arm.
Pef swiped the storage rings and the bishop and then flew away, straight up through the roof and into orbit.
'I never expected to see a Church of Pef, not while I lived anyway.' Pef grumbled inward as he started Blinking towards his new target.
'Like I said, you're a dummy. A god has worshipers, does it not? Although, a Tier 2 could never break adamantite...it makes a good story.' the glove explained while clenching itself, and forcing Pef to form a fist with unstoppable force.
Pef sighed inward. 'I wonder how the General feels about that.'
'Quite pleased, I presume. Faith sustains gods in difficult times. Very useful in a big war.' the glove answered smugly.
Pef meditated on this on the way, balancing pros and cons of having fanatical zealots say and do things in his name.
Soon enough he arrived in orbit above Abolition, the name of the system and the planet too.
Also, a place he now recalled, a former jade mine world that he had liberated from the demons.
The planet looked much different now, from orbital shipyards to defense platforms, spaceships of a hundred kinds, from warships to cargo and even passenger liners filled with pilgrims.
On the ground there were big palaces and cathedrals, as well as towns and factories.
Pef released his full aura and began scanning the system in depth, using his coresense.
A thousand small spacial vaults became apparent, filled to the brim with pilgrim coins and gems.
'Assuming direct control.' the glove alerted him, as it began taking over qi arrays and ship systems with frightening ease.
'You do that. I'll go have a chat with my Pope.' Pef replied in a sad tone.
Religion seemed too much of a bother right now.
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PefVersed in the lewd.
Inside the Papal Chancellery, a dozen men dressed in purple stood in front a tauren female, wearing a violet poncho of sorts.
"Your Holiness, declaring the Elf Princess a Holy Consort would give the elves too much power!" an older man argued with a creaky tone.
"And she even refused our last delegation, as well as the Holy Tithe." another man added, his face showing outrage.
"Enough. I will meditate and commune with our God. We'll convene tomorrow to announce my Divine Revelation." the tauren said in a gentle voice, with a hidden threat.
Pef coughed in sympathy.
"How about we commune right now?" he asked a bit amused.
The Pope and her Cardinals turned towards him in surprise. His face was quite memorable, for those of such high rank.
"Lord Pef! You have returned!" the Pope proclaimed and knelt in supplication.
Quick on her feet, the horned Pope.
Pef was pretty sure he never met the woman, although he had the glove at ready to check. He did free millions of her species though.
One by one, the cardinals knelt as well, although the last three waited for too long and were pushed down by Pef's telekinesis.
"You were saying something about Nellie?" Pef asked in a sterner tone, lifting the disgruntled cardinal in the air.
"... The Elf Princess claims that planet Mi'rilodor is your personal property and not subject to your Church." the man answered hesitantly.
Pef nodded and smiled. "Indeed. Arazmodel himself sold it to me. I have the contract right here." he said in an understanding voice, and took out the sale contract.
The thirteen religious leaders read the contract with wide eyes. "It is true! We never had historical evidence...til now, of course." the Pope whispered in a reverent voice.
"Also, adamantite chains aren't breakable. Even though I have reached Tier 4 now, I doubt I could simply break them. Cutting them is much easier though." Pef explained with a thin smile.
Thirteen pairs of eyes blinked in confusion.
"God! I mean... Lord Pef. But the breaking of chains...billions of people attested at being freed from slavery. Even if some lied, not all of them..." a smarter cardinal argued, doubting his god to his face.
"Freed from slavery, yes. But the demons used neck collars and magical vows, not literal chains. Only Arazmodel was chained with adamantite. It's very expensive after all." Pef mused out loud, while examining the office with his eyes, and other senses.
"Oh! Then we can keep the chains in scripture, only changing their meaning to metaphorical chains to symbolize the enslaving vows." yet another cardinal said with a slow nod.
Pef sighed and sat down in the nearest chair. Religion was too much trouble.
He took out the corrupt bishop and the stolen riches. Then he emptied a ring, forming a large pile of coins and gems.
"Some exaggeration will always happen in retelling, it's in people's nature, everywhere. However, corruption and stealing from my worshipers..." Pef said in a glacial voice, holding the culprit in the air by the neck.
In a minute, the force choke snuffed the sinner, and the former bishop kicked his fat legs one last time.
A couple cardinals blanched and dropped their rings to the floor, not daring to look at Pef anymore.
Pef scratched his cheek in deep thought. If he killed all of them...his Church would probably collapse or split into factions.
"What are you doing with all those riches anyway?" Pef asked curious.
Nobody offered an answer.
"Come now. Surely you don't just extract currency from the economy. Buying weapons, art, food, furniture?" Pef asked mildly, feeding them an easy answer.
A few cardinals nodded warily.
The Pope stepped forward and knelt in front of his chair. "Building statues and cathedrals requires money. So does hiring good architects, painters, sculptors. Even smiths and other workers. Though perhaps we lavish a bit too much..."
Pef shook his head. "No. Building things is good. Buying weapons and training expensive armies, very good. In general, spending is excellent. The more we spend, the richer other people become. However...the Church is not spending enough."
The tauren Pope was quite clever and saw how things were going. "I see, Lord Pef. We have indeed accumulated a large treasury. But if people become richer, their donations will be even bigger next years."
"I am a Soldier in the Veritas Legion. We value truth, faith and sacrifice. And I don't mean sacrificing others. People worship me because I risked my life for them. I fought that crazy Archdemon and killed him and thus liberated a dozen species from slavery. What did you risk?" Pef asked them with a wry voice.
"We will do better..." the Pope muttered raising her eyes.
Surprisingly, the seat was empty now. Their God has already left.
The cardinals eyed each other with suspicious eyes. Their God returning for a visit had never been part of their plans.
"He said... Tier 4? But that's only as high as an Archdemon..."
"Anyway, we have proof now. And evidence that God can carry people with him...like the ones from Rome claim."
"Spending...we have a divine command now. You heard Lord Pef." The Pope told them in a gentle tone, and left at a slow pace.
As Pef Blinked away, heading towards his wife...in his wake tremendous changes occurred.
Not at once, and not everywhere, but slowly things began to move.
In an hour Pef arrived in Rome.
The old refugee camp had grown, from a dirty wood town into a large metropolis of stone and metal, with a thousand more cities doting the continent.
Pef smiled widely, as he landed at a Legion fort.
"Commander!"
"Lord Pef!"
"Welcome to Rome, Lord Pef." an elf Major said politely, and pounded her armored chest. A glow of white and blue mixed in her aura.
"Nice to meet you." Pef replied and offered a handshake.
'Genome scan complete. Beotia Desale. Third generation since induction. Her grandmother fought the demons landing here.' the glove provided helpfully.
"The fort leader is in town right now." the woman said with a level tone.
"It's okay Beotia. Just let me know if there's anything important going on." he answered while holding out a cup of wine.
"I'm on duty...anyways. The Elf King is sick or perhaps dying. The Church is making some trouble. And...we need cultivation enhancers. If the Eyeless attack." the Major said with a doubtful eye towards the blood wine.
Pef smiled sweetly. "Drink the wine, Major. Now!"
With a grimace, the woman took the cup and gulped it. Orders were orders, after all.
In a flash, her cultivation rose into Emperor rank. "G-good wine, sir. We have 40 thousand Legion recruits and 6 million in the militia." Beotia muttered in a slight slur. The bloodwine was really potent.
Pef nodded and began deploying his last regiment.
His old Major, Merri was now a Tier 1 god, and could use some easy work here.
"Merri. Setup a forward base here, and garrisons for a thousand light-years. Ear to the ground for these Eyeless." he told Merri and handed him a storage ring with some more wine.
"By your command. What about this Church?" the regiment leader asked with a frown.
"Use them as you need. Buy pills and stuff to help the locals maybe." Pef added with a shrug, and vanished.
"What was that?" Beotia wondered with a confused face.
Merri shrugged and patted her shoulder. "Nice aura you have. Human parent?"
"Yeah. You have more of that strange wine?" the Major asked without ulterior reason.
Merri checked the ring and smiled. " A hundred barrels or so."
They soon became very good friends.
Meanwhile, Pef entered the elven lands and passed through their security arrays unnoticed.
There, he found Nellie and the old Duke beside the Elf King, both tired and wary.
"Hello, you two." Pef said in a soft tone, stepping beside the magic coffin holding the dying king.
"Pef!" Nellie exclaimed and ran to his side, her face already glowing with hope.
"I heard about your dad. So I came." Pef stated calmly, as he pushed his gloved hand through the magic formations and touched the Tier 4 elf.
'Oh. Soul necrosis. This guy is toast.' the glove said casually.
'Really? Nothing can save him?' Pef asked, quite suspicious.
'Well, I mean nothing we can do. Try a drop of that blood anyway.' the glove advised him sounding curious.
Pef shook his head and dragged the whole coffin into his inner world. It was resisting for a second, but then the resistance failed, and he had the Elf King safe inside.
Then he forced the elven jaw to open and inserted a drop of godbeast blood. Immediately, the king regained consciousness and sat up, while circulating his magic.
'Pef. You saved me.' the elf sent with a mind pulse, but without opening his eyes.
'Only the symptoms, father-in-law. Soul necrosis has no cure, that I know of.' Pef replied in the same manner.
'Then...how long do I have?' the king asked and strained to open his eyes.
They had black flakes floating in them, which didn't seem too healthy.
'A thousand years, maybe. If you don't strain yourself.' the avatar replied in a sad tone.
The king looked up, observing the large sky. 'You have dozens of galaxies already, just like she had. And still so young.' the elf sent, possibly remembering his dead Elf Queen.
"Does it hurt?" Pef wondered out loud.
"All the time, my boy. You take Nellie with you. Keep her safe." the king spoke with a grimace of pain.
"What caused this?" our hero asked with a frown. Something that could affect a Tier 4 God, might affect him as well, after all.
"Go to the mana well, at night. The Eyeless..." the king murmured and fell to sleep.
Pef nodded inward. He kinda wished he had his gun right now.
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