met free Chapter 135 No one who has sat on the Golden Throne has ever escaped unscathed.
Chapter 135 No one who has sat on the Golden Throne has ever escaped unscathed.
Chapter 135 No one who has sat on the Golden Throne has ever escaped unscathed.
However, Saint Gilles always skillfully evaded them, making it difficult for his attacks to be effective or to absorb them.
While Saint Gilles's single-hit damage is not high, it continuously accumulates wounds on the opponent, weakening it.
For a moment, Saint Gilles felt as if he were playing a game and fighting a boss.
Finally, under the constant kiting of Sanguiles, the void creature, which resembled the abyssal maw Kog'Maw, endured countless attacks. Its movements began to slow down, and its roars became weary.
Its enormous body began to slowly shrink, reverting to its original cute, short-legged form, and finally collapsed in the void with a "boom," motionless.
"This is... over?" Saint Gilles didn't dare to be careless, keeping his distance and preparing to unleash a few more psionic spells to confirm whether the opponent was truly dead.
However, just as Saint Gilles was about to throw some more psionic spells to see why the opponent hadn't been completely obliterated...
"boom!!!"
Kogmoor, who was lying on the ground, suddenly experienced a violent and completely different explosion without any warning.
A sudden explosion caught Saint Gilles completely off guard, causing Saint Gilles in reality to feel a sense of disorientation.
This explosion was not a purely physical or energy-based shock, but rather a mental bombardment targeting the soul!
A cold, sharp, and malicious mental shockwave, ignoring spatial distance, crashed into the depths of Saint Gilles's consciousness through the connection between his psychic powers.
In the real world, Saint Gilles, who was sitting on the golden throne, suddenly shuddered, his tightly closed eyes widened abruptly, and his face turned pale for a moment.
The feeling was like being suddenly and unexpectedly struck on the back of the head with a solid blow, making one's soul feel violently disoriented and shaken.
"Hiss!" Saint Gilles gasped, his strong willpower allowing him to quickly regain his composure, but the dull pain and dizziness from the depths of his soul remained clear.
"They even resorted to underhanded tactics! They even used self-destruction! And it was a soul attack! Truly, these are inherently evil void creatures!"
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Saint Gilles was both shocked and furious. He had never expected that this void creature would not only be troublesome, but also have the means to attack the soul even after death. He had truly broadened his horizons.
This method of directly attacking the soul is unprecedented in the world of Super God.
Fortunately, his soul was special, possessing the characteristics of a higher-dimensional soul. Otherwise, the direct hit to his soul would have at least turned him into an idiot, if not destroyed on the spot.
"It seems we should play it safe and just guard the crack until it's repaired."
Saint Gilles sighed inwardly. If this wasn't some rare mini-boss but a group of high-level soldiers, even if he could kill so many at once, he would probably be in a daze for a long time after enduring the back-and-forth soul attacks.
The sudden paleness and change in expression that Saint Gilles had just undergone did not escape the eyes of Angel Yan and the others who had been watching him closely.
Saint Gilles slowly opened his tightly closed eyes. Deep within those golden eyes, there seemed to be a trace of lingering sharpness and a hint of weariness. Saint Gilles gently exhaled a breath of stale air. His movements were slightly slow, but he still steadily stood up from the golden throne.
As his feet touched the floor and he was freed from the buff of the Golden Throne, Saint Gilles felt the immense spiritual energy within him recede like a tide, leaving him feeling relaxed both physically and mentally.
It felt like I'd been standing my whole life, and this was the first time I'd ever experienced sitting down.
However, the lingering pain of being torn apart and impacted deep within one's soul still remains.
"Tsk, this golden throne is definitely something special; no one who sits on it ever escapes unscathed."
Saint Gilles glanced down at the golden throne and couldn't help but mutter a few words of complaint in his mind.
Recalling the Prime Minister Ma, Old Man Huang, and himself who had sat on the golden throne, one was reduced to ashes, one was half-dead, and the other, if not for his special soul, would have been seriously injured or had his soul scattered.
This thing's record is truly speechless.
"What just happened?" Angel Yan's voice was filled with obvious concern. She took a step forward and keenly sensed that Saint Gilles's condition seemed a bit off. His pale face just a moment ago was undeniable.
"Yes, my god, you suddenly looked so weak just now, were you too tired?" Angel Lingxi nodded and blinked her eyes in agreement with her queen.
Upon hearing this, Saint Gilles rubbed his still throbbing temples, trying to make his tone sound more relaxed: "It's nothing, I just got tricked by a troublesome little boss in that void rift. Its final death explosion hit me, and the shockwave made my soul hurt a bit."
"A soul? Does a male god really have a soul in this world?"
Angel Chase immediately caught this keyword, her delicate brows furrowing slightly as she asked the question that was on the minds of the female angels present.
The word "soul" is both familiar and unfamiliar to them.
It is familiar because it is common in the philosophy or religious legends of lower civilizations, or perhaps the angelic civilization also talked about the soul.
The reason they found it unfamiliar was that they had never conducted any scientific research on the existence of the soul.
The angelic civilization has dominated the universe for tens of thousands of years, and countless scientific studies have never heard of the existence of a soul.
The phantom body of Death God Karl was merely transformed into something resembling a spiritual entity; it was not a soul.
Saint Gilles looked at their confused and inquisitive eyes, pondered for a moment, nodded, and gave an affirmative answer: "Yes, souls exist, but some people have them and some don't." Saint Gilles paused, his gaze sweeping over the four women—Angel Yan, Angel Zhui, Angel Leng, and Angel Lingxi—and slowly said, "Like you, you belong to the category of people without souls, and are called the Soulless."
"What's the difference between having a soul and not having a soul?" Angel Lingxi asked curiously.
"hiss."
Upon hearing the question posed by the angel Lingxi, Saint Gilles was momentarily at a loss for words.
In his view, it makes no difference whether people in the Super God world have souls or not; it has no impact on daily life or technological development.
In the Warhammer universe, soulless beings are less susceptible to corruption than those with souls, and their souls are less likely to be consumed by warp gods.
With that in mind, Saint Gilles decided to give a serious explanation—or rather, to give a proper spiel.
"To put it simply..." Saint Gilles began to explain in a serious tone.
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