I Have a Dice Left by a God-Chapter 400 - 267: True Form of Greed

Oliver quickly grasped the critical point of the situation, even somewhat looking forward to the other party’s power to defeat Boka in the Gourmet Duel, as the Greedy Angel had a great appetite.

And in just a moment, the damage caused by the God Slayer Crossbow was already healed. This wasn’t normal recovery power for a Greedy Angel, especially since in the Sixth Epoch, the power of the Retro Path should have been in decline, yet now it was reversed.

The Dragon Mother’s eyes were fierce, putting away her contempt, she drew a dragon-patterned long sword, snorting coldly, "What exactly are you?"

The Dragon Sword in her hand blazed with fire, sweeping through, the thorny vines around her that were like venomous snakes were cut off one by one, turning to ashes as the flame burned everything. The raging dragon flame also made the other thorns hesitant to approach, while on the other side, Ma Zhe swallowed a Magic Potion, drew the Night Patrol’s long saber, holding the Moon God’s Holy Emblem to fend off the thorny assault, continuously digesting the potion. Watching the terrifying Oliver, Ma Zhe’s heart sank; the God Slayer Crossbow had hit its mark, and even if an ordinary Angel wasn’t killed, they would be gravely injured. Yet now Oliver seemed unfazed.

How could this be? Although Four Lives was slightly lower than an Angel, he was aware of the Angel’s power. The Moon God’s Court’s preparations were calculated based on a powerful Angel, yet now it seemed far off. Why was the Greedy Angel so strong?

If it weren’t for the Dragon Mother, they might have already been annihilated, but the current situation was still very grim.

Oliver chuckled, a supremely satisfying pride, as if everything he plotted finally had witnesses. Suddenly, from his body, tendrils emerged, some turning into blades, others opening with spike-tipped suckers, attacking the Dragon Mother, who fearlessly met the assault.

In a flash move, avoiding the tendril attack, she arrived in front of Oliver, striking down. Oliver did not dodge, directly grabbing the Dragon Sword. The long sword burning with dragon flame instantly cut through Oliver’s arm, but it couldn’t cut further at the joint. The severed arm unexpectedly spiraled up the Dragon Sword, the Dragon Mother roared, fiercely snapping it back with flames scattering. Her Dragon Sword waved, dispersing seven or eight tendrils emerging from Oliver’s body. Yet, the sword could cut vines but couldn’t sever these tendrils, and the angle of attack was cunning and hard to defend against, momentarily entrapping the Dragon Mother.

Hidden in the shadows, Li Xin finally made his move, wielding a dark gold long saber etched with runes. It was given to him by the President, a Grade 2 sealed artifact belonging to the Moon God’s Court, notable for its strong demon-banishing ability.

Li Xin had long been clutching the Immovable Ming King Seal, and as Oliver’s attention was wholly on the Dragon Mother, he suddenly attacked, slicing towards Oliver.

A smirk formed at the corner of Oliver’s mouth; as if he had eyes on his back, a tendril shot towards Li Xin. Li Xin sped forward, not wasting time fending it off. At the moment of attack, he made a sudden feint, evading the tendril, swiftly striking towards Oliver’s back neck. At this instant, Oliver’s head suddenly rotated 180 degrees, looking at Li Xin, "Where’s this little mouse from?"

His eyes suddenly emitted converging beams of light.

Bang, bang, bang...

The saber hadn’t reached, but successive Soul Bursts bombarded Oliver. Li Xin’s Soul Bursts were extremely proficient, like thundering bombs on Oliver’s head, disruptively offsetting the converging beams. Meanwhile, the Dragon Mother also launched a fierce attack, the Dragon Sword with rampaging flames slashing at Oliver.

Swish...

Oliver’s form suddenly plunged downward, vanishing with a swish, instantly neutralizing both attacks, as the tendrils retracted. Oliver looked at Li Xin with interest, then at the Dragon Mother, clearly enjoying the thrill of the hunt, especially with such a variety of prey.

"Is this it? Everyone else better come out, or I’ll be disappointed," Oliver said. From the moment the black cat appeared, he knew it was a trap, but what did it matter? There would always be clowns challenging the divine’s authority.

At this moment, the Night Patrols were struggling just to handle the thorny vines. The Dragon Mother, staring at Oliver, realized they had misjudged. The other side was indeed a Greedy Angel, and moreover, had just upgraded. Be it the Retro Angel or New Path Angel, under normal circumstances, they were no match for a Dragon Warrior. But in this exchange, she sensed other forces from Oliver—even ones she could not identify.

Watching the two, who were ready yet clueless, Oliver couldn’t help but laugh, "You people always think you know everything, entirely unaware of your crudeness and shallowness. Do you know why the Dragon Race has fallen to this state? It’s because of arrogance. Given that you are a singer of Song of Hell, having contributed to my advancement, sever an arm, and I’ll pardon you."

"Oliver, whatever you say today, you won’t escape death!" the Dragon Mother said calmly, scoffing at such petty tricks.

The opponent’s combat experience lacked depth, their attack methods were limited. Though troublesome, she was confident in finding the opportunity—a definitive combat ability of a seasoned Dragon Warrior.

Li Xin, seeing Oliver’s confident demeanor, suddenly realized something, "Dragon Mother, he’s stalling, attack!"

With that, Li Xin charged forward, "Lin!"

"Bing!"

The hand seals continued, with the Immovable Ming King Seal followed by the Great Vajra Wheel Seal, unleashing formidable spiritual power, the long saber in his hand swiping past Oliver. Having his intention seen through by Li Xin, Oliver also showed interest in this peculiar Night Patrol, "Interesting, clearly of a low rank, yet still capable of power beyond level—quite a rare find."

Swish, swish, swish...

Vine tendrils lunged nimbly at Li Xin. Li Xin’s movements were incredibly skillful, maintaining the foundation of the Immovable Ming King Seal and enduring the pressure from the Angel with the power of the Great Vajra Wheel Seal, allowing him to participate in this level of battle. The Dragon Mother made her move too. In the sky, clouds churned, not brought by Oliver but by the Dragon Mother. Manipulating weather was an Ancient Dragon’s ability, and the flames on the Dragon Sword were her inherent dragon fire, capable of countering all forces of Dao Yuan Continent.

The storm enhanced the dragon’s might, with the Dragon Mother and Li Xin possessing immense combat experience, with ample hidden power, uncommon and powerful combat techniques. Their coordination was seamless, alternating between leading and supporting. Oliver fought purely on instinct, relying on tendrils and powerful spiritual ability blasts, with Holy Word interference. However, the Dragon Mother had dragon roars, Li Xin had true words for blocking. They soon familiarized themselves with Oliver’s attack patterns. Before long, Oliver was repeatedly struck, his recovery not as swift as initially.

Swish...

Oliver’s form shivered, pulling back, his eyes turning crimson.

"You lowly creatures, I didn’t want to exert myself. Let me show you true power!"

Mighty spiritual ability exploded. Huge wings unfurled, stained with blood-black feathers, yet they were wings of intertwined flesh and bone, with grotesque sprouts writhing upon them. Not only that, Oliver’s body swelled, his clothes bursting, exposing a horrendous sinewy body with large fleshy tumors rising beneath the shredded white skin.

A graceful grand sage had completely transformed into a deformed humanoid flesh-winged monster; those thorny tendrils were formed by the bodily sprouts.

This was the true form of the Greedy Angel on the retro usurper path, the only aspect Oliver was dissatisfied with—too ugly.

In the Old Era, Angel level was measured by power, unrelated to appearance.

Revealing his true form as a Greedy Angel, Oliver’s pressure significantly increased. Despite disliking this form, he loved power, "Deprive!"