Chapter 1981: No Path of Reincarnation for the Immortals
Chapter 1981: No Path of Reincarnation for the Immortals
Inside the formation, the sacrificial followers of God Raashim were still trapped.
Most were dead or nearly there—mummified and barely breathing. If Eren hadn't interrupted the ritual, they would've been gone already.
The Divine Bridge was collapsing. The doors to the Divine Kingdom were closing. As a result, the victims inside had been spared—barely.
God Raashim existed in three forms in Labh Salem at this moment. To make him truly die, all three forms needed to be dealt with.
First was God Raashim himself and his Spirit Body.
Second was his avatar, Shir.
And third were his most devoted followers.
This was the reason Eren had waited so long underwater. To give Shir some time to initiate the sacrificial ritual. To kill a faith-based god, he needed to shake the roots of faith he had in this world.
The sacrificial followers were meant to die anyway. But instead of dying as part of a ritual, it was better for them to die by her hands.
At least this way, their souls would remain within the normal cycle of life and death set by Labh Salem, instead of becoming mere pawns inside a dying god's supposedly Divine Kingdom.
Reen didn't hesitate.
She ran forward, broke through the weakened restrictions of the hastily built array, and entered the formation.
Less than a third of the sacrificial followers were still alive—and even they were hung by a thread. Their bodies were shriveled, their souls flickering like candles in the wind.
Reen spread her arms.
Her body melted again, turning back into a massive wave of slime. The sea of slime spread in all directions, spanning hundreds of meters, sweeping over the remaining followers.
And then…. they were gone.
Digested. Absorbed.
When the mass of slime reformed, Reen stood tall once more. Her aura surged. Her form shimmered. Her energy returned to what it was before she had stood face-to-face with a god.
She was strong again. Alive and ready.
One could say that she was in an even better condition than before. Her previous occupation as a demon slime still did her a lot of good. Even though she couldn't harness the life force of living creatures anymore, she could feed on their soul essence.
If there was one thing Reen and Eren had proven time and time again—it was that they were as hard to kill as cockroaches during the end of the world.
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Eren knew that using spells and Skills against Raashim was useless. So, he stopped relying on elemental attacks and focused instead on wearing him down the hard way.
He latched onto Raashim like a parasite, feeding on the vitality in the god's divine blood. With every attack Raashim launched, Eren countered by draining more of his energy—weakening him bit by bit.
It was as if God Raashim was sponsoring his own killer with his own life force. The more he hurt Eren, the weaker he became in return.
In the last thirty seconds alone, Eren should have died a hundred—no, a thousand—times. But because of the brutal, single-minded method he used, he was able to withstand the dying god's fury head-on.
That was when Raashim realized just how deep in trouble he was. His divinity had already been stolen. If he waited any longer, he might really die. And it would be true death.
The laws of the boundless cosmos were fair in their own twisted way.
If an ordinary mortal died, there was always a chance for reincarnation—so long as they remained part of a world's life and death cycle. That meant a mortal could have infinite restarts, infinite new lives.
But Immortals were different.
They had stepped out of the cycle willingly to become what they were. And once an Immortal died, there was no returning. No reincarnation. No second chance.
That was why Immortals feared Godfall more than anything else. They could control the lives and deaths of countless followers—but if they lost their divinity, they were powerless to save themselves.
Worse still, this rule applied to their avatars and clones. As long as their main soul remained alive, their avatars could keep functioning like normal souls. But if the original soul died, those fragments would vanish too. There would be no reincarnation. No continuation.
So once God Raashim died, Shir could survive for a while, surviving on the lifespan he was allotted to. But he would never be able to reincarnate under the world laws of Labh Salem.
The usual tricks avatars used—like storing memories to trigger in the next life—would all become meaningless. Once the source soul perished, they were worse off than mortals.
Furthermore, Raashim wasn't an Elder God like God Aleph. So there wouldn't even be an Echo of a dead god.
That terrifying truth finally hit Raashim. He felt dizzy. Fear gripped him.
He realized he wouldn't be able to shake Eren off—not physically, not spiritually.
His mouth moved, but the voice barely escaped his lips.
"Shir…" he said weakly.
But Shir was frozen too. Staring. Unable to move.
Raashim felt himself slipping away—drifting out of the world he had waited so long to visit.
And in just a few short moments, he was being undone.
By a mortal.
By a plan he had never seen coming.
Still, with the last bit of his strength, he yelled—his voice trembling with fury.
"YOU… YOU USELESS SON… DO… DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS MADMAN!"
That scream snapped Shir back to reality.
"Aaaaaaaaargh!"
He roared in frustration and rage, eyes turning bloodshot as he summoned his trident once more. He charged toward Eren, madness in his gaze.
At this point, Eren was barely clinging onto God Raashim.
He wasn't in any shape to fight Shir—every bit of his focus was on draining Raashim down to his final breath.
However, the butcher didn't panic. He freed one hand and raised it toward the oncoming Shir. Then, he twisted his fingers—like plucking a fruit from a branch by twisting it at the stem.
That was all it took.
In the next moment, Shir vanished from the spot, and Eren was left alone with God Raashim on the altar.