Chapter 856: Cloning, Cthulhu Evil God

“This… what kind of evil creature is this?!”

Other private cosmic teams hired to hunt gods naturally possessed their own methods to access high-dimensional spacetime. What they witnessed now sent shivers down their spines.

It wants to devour a god?

And this was merely a man-made cloned god…

Only Princess Shar, her face alight with fervent conviction, knelt and declared, “Please consume it without hesitation. This is a gift presented to you.”

“That’s excellent,” Medusa replied with a smile. In an instant, she dissolved and spread, transforming into a vast, writhing black mass that swiftly devoured the cloned god.

Just like that?!

It just died?!

Those nearby were utterly aghast!

So swiftly?

Only moments before, Shar had been visibly distressed, as each venture into high-dimensional spacetime drastically shortened the cloned god’s lifespan. Yet now, her face was alight with fanaticism… Such fervent zealots, encountering the advent of an evil god, were truly beyond reason.

“Might I ask you to enter low-dimensional spacetime?” Princess Shar inquired, her face brimming with excitement.

“Low-dimensional?”

Medusa paused, a hint of surprise in her demeanor.

Within moments, she fully grasped the situation.

Though perplexed and with lingering reservations, she feigned entry into low-dimensional spacetime, all the while thinking:

“They move with unimaginable slowness. To my perception, it feels as though they take several days to utter a single sentence. All I need to do is synchronize with their deliberate pace.”

Medusa maintained her composure.

“While I am unsure why I am fixed at such an extreme flow rate, perhaps it is an anomaly inherent to my home, the Wizard World… where the average lifespan of our beings is similarly accelerated…

Now that I consider it, both Renimansga from before and these creatures before me are fundamentally different from us.

But for me, even if I could lower my speed, I wouldn’t!

After all, time is my most precious commodity, and with eternal life, I have no fear of such lifespan expenditure.”

Patience was the one thing she possessed in abundance.

She could seize the opportunity to cultivate, engaging in unhurried conversations with these less advanced beings.

In Princess Shar’s perception, the malevolent, snake-haired goddess opposite them soon appeared to converse at their own pace. Yet, a strong sense of dissonance vaguely unsettled her. “Why does the alert still indicate a high-energy, terrifying presence of a deity in high-dimensional spacetime?”

She found it profoundly unsettling; a mysterious aura enveloped the entity, shrouded in mist, hinting at deep malevolence.

However, she could not possibly have conceived of Medusa’s true modus operandi.

For no deity would be so foolish as to constantly reside within a terrifying temporal flow where they would rapidly age to death within a mere few months!

“This, then, is the god you captured?”

At that moment, Medusa sat upon a comfortable white chair, her two slender, pale legs crossed in an exceptionally elegant and captivatingly beautiful pose.

“It appears remarkably weak. Despite being a transcendent life form with three genetic tiers, it has evidently cultivated only one of its genes…”

The sensation was akin to three interwoven ropes, each rooted in a “gene,” where only one had been cultivated to become an Eighth-Tier God, while the other two remained at the level of ordinary beings.

Such a disparity was glaringly obvious. Its weakness… was profoundly significant.

“It’s far too weak, simply pathetic…”

Medusa instinctively shook her head.

Though she had not experienced the outer era, her first glimpse of the external world sparked an identical thought: “It’s too primitive, though its physical form is quite large.”

“This is the god we apprehended; a Lesser Deity. In their indigenous tongue, it is referred to as Fidel, the God of Light and Fire, of Hope, and of Matrimony.

Despite being the legacy of six ancient divine planets, our civilization has unified four of them and even spread throughout nearby galaxies, commencing planetary terraforming. However, we have yet to conquer the native planet of the contemptible Cat-Tailed Stink Bugs.

Indeed, they possess only a single planet, yet they reside within its folded space, which they call the Divine Plane, where they have established various pantheons.

Their territory is a spatial plane, which, in reality, is not small at all.

They prefer to inhabit high-energy planes, as these gods are intrinsically high-energy cosmic beings who favor spaces with high energy concentrations and rarely descend to the mortal realm.

Moreover, they have taken in the natives from the other four planets, gathering them there to resist us. Among them are the unsightly Ox-Tailed People, Scale-Skinned People, Leaf People, and even the Burd family—cosmic behemoths, pets of ancient gods—who provide them protection.

Every millennium, we wage war. Our casualties consist merely of mortals and a vast array of weaponized mechanical spacecraft. Their losses, however, amount to approximately a million divine beings, captured by our scientific researchers for various experiments.

The cloned god warriors you just saw were replicated and separated from these very gods… The captured gods are referred to as the ‘Cloned Origin Bodies’!”

Princess Shar knelt before them, unable to resist explaining, “This is an advanced technology common among the universe’s technological civilizations… Eighth-tier life forms of divine caliber cannot be cultivated or cloned through conventional methods.

Their life-energy level conceals an unimaginable mystery!

Our cloning principle involves taking a deity as a progenitor, confining it within an energy culture vessel, and vigorously stimulating it to divide its flesh and blood cells. These resulting cellular structures are then reassembled and modified to create a cloned god.”

Medusa was momentarily stunned, recalling the god she had just consumed.

So that entity was, in reality, merely an agglomeration of cells separated from the progenitor body?

A god, after all, possesses a lifespan of only a few millennia, and their cellular division count is finite. For them to forcibly induce cell proliferation…

It would inevitably hasten their demise through accelerated aging.

These clones were effectively draining all the life force and potential from the original deity.

“Isn’t that deity rather pitiful, being entirely drained by you?” Medusa commented with a smile, gazing at the exquisitely handsome cat-tailed male deity—so beautiful he barely seemed male—who was known as the God of Matrimony.

“Yes, every captured deity is extraordinarily valuable!” Princess Shar affirmed. “While their lifespan of several millennia is indeed long, the number of clones that can be extracted, no matter how advanced or economical our technology, is limited to fewer than a thousand cloned gods.”

Princess Shar continued, “Certainly, capturing the progenitor for cloning is one significant cost, but an even greater expense lies in the fact that the energy sustained by these cloned gods is supplied by us… Hence, they are exceedingly costly.”

Medusa was instantly struck by how intriguing this civilization was!

And they were, indeed, precious.

After all, while a clone’s combat prowess might be inferior, the energy it contains is not significantly weaker than that of the original entity.

Simply by consuming this cloned god, which was comparable to her own size, Medusa felt an immense surge of energy. Conversing with these slow, statue-like beings in high-dimensional spacetime while simultaneously absorbing the god’s energy was profoundly pleasurable.

“Might I conduct some research on this deity before us?” Medusa mused, evidently quite interested.

“Please, by all means, Great Ancient God!” Princess Shar responded without a moment’s hesitation.

The onlookers’ faces collectively blanched.

This fanatical religious zealot was simply giving away the fruits of countless years of planning? Without a shred of hesitation?

For this very god, they had even constructed an entire cloning facility.

Upon its transfer, they intended to immediately commence cloning, producing a thousand cloned gods—a significant military force capable of influencing the imperial succession!

In recent years, capturing such deities had grown increasingly challenging.

“Rest assured, I’m not taking it for nothing. Since you lack specimens for cloning, perhaps I could allow you to clone a few of myself?” Medusa offered with a smile.

Clone… this mysterious and terrifying entity before them?

Those standing by were instantly bewildered.

This was akin to torture…

Not only would it inflict immense suffering, but the limited number of cellular divisions would also drastically shorten one’s lifespan.

Furthermore, it would utterly drain one’s potential.

Even if a deity were cloned just once, and even if they managed to escape, they would be virtually crippled.

This was because the machine’s principle of operation was highly peculiar, inflicting a destructive and nearly irreversible impact on the life form’s very structure.

There had been instances where deities were rescued by others, only to be found utterly crippled post-rescue.

“Why?” Princess Shar whispered, genuinely terrified. A single clone of such a terrifying entity might possess combat power sufficient to utterly crush the entire empire!

“To clone one, perhaps to see if I could spar with myself? Or, to keep it as a source of spare organs? Should I lose a limb, it would be convenient for replacement, no?” Medusa mused, chin in hand, considering that, for her, lifespan was not an issue, and cellular division was infinite.

Princess Shar hastily interjected, “Cloned cells, though stimulated from the progenitor, are transformed and no longer identical to the original’s own cells. They are inferior individual entities, incapable of contending with the original body.”

Medusa again rested her chin on her hand. “If it cannot contend with me, then create it anyway. I shall simply attempt to consume my own clone… I am quite interested, regardless.”

Consume… consume it?!

Absolute silence fell upon the surroundings, mingled with profound horror.

The next moment, the spacecraft departed from this forbidden cosmic zone, and Medusa embarked on her journey through this peculiar spacetime, flying towards the replication facility.

Xu Zhi, observing, was also slightly surprised. He immediately grasped the principle, finding it quite astonishing.

“So, there’s such a method for cloning gods? How truly cruel; these hunted deities are imprisoned and literally drained dry…

Both male and female deities possess exceptionally beautiful and perfect visages, just like this Lesser Deity, Fidel, the God of Light and Fire, and of Hope, and of Matrimony. Not only is he to be confined deep within the cloning facility for relentless replication, but certain noble lords will also pay exorbitant sums to toy with and amuse themselves with his progenitor body.”