This epic battle was exceedingly brutal, its cruelty beyond comprehension.

Ahead of everyone, the Strongest of The Stars, the Bronze Dragon King, fell first.

The Dwarf King was also coughing blood.

The attacks of high divine power were too overwhelming.

Even with the Bronze Dragon King paving the way and the Destruction Armor protecting him, the residual shockwaves still left him torn and battered.

In the moment when the Divine Breath tore open a path, two Abyssal weak divine powers charged forward.

They descended in their true forms, becoming the vanguard of the assault.

"You useless long-eared ones, what are you standing around for?"

"Shut up, stone head."

Before the words could finish, arrows already streaked overhead.

The terrifying impact clashed with the Divine Body, causing the two attacking deities to pause momentarily before a small ball was sneakily tossed at their feet by a Half-Elf Legend.

An electric flash shimmered.

The rising explosion engulfed the Half-Elf Legend.

In an instant, one deity stopped in its tracks, heavily wounded.

The next moment, a Half-Elf Demigod activated the Glory of the King of Pride, forcibly elevating himself to Angel Class.

In a flash, he appeared behind the deity.

With a swift stroke of his blade.

A large head soared into the sky.

But the next moment, the Divine Slash unleashed by the dying deity instantly shredded his body to pieces.

Blocked by the Destruction Armor from the impact in the rear.

A Half-Elf strongman with reddened eyes turned to the gnome and said:

"Give us another Divine Particle Disintegration Bomb, I'm going up there."

"Damn shorty, we only have five left, only five!"

"Less talk, hurry up!"

"Never said I wouldn't give you one."

The gnome quickly pulled out the lethal weapon that had just breached the deity's defenses from the Space Ring.

"Here's one for you, make sure it lands."

"Even if I die, it won't miss."

The gnome Demigod gritted his teeth as he applied the Super Magic Effect to their family treasure:

"If the ancestors knew we couldn't blow up a god, they'd say I was wasteful and beat me to death."

"Your old ancestor's been dead for many years."

The Half-Elf reached for the Divine Particle Disintegration Bomb.

He tugged at it but didn't budge it.

Shooting a glance at the gnome Demigod, his nostrils flared, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Take it, take it."

He finally let go.

The Half-Elf Demigod nodded, slipping once again into the shadows, charging toward certain death.

After a while.

A rumbling echoed.

The gnome Demigod's sniffles and tears fell:

"Shorty, even you can miss it!"

Watching a severed arm fall in front of him.

The gnome Demigod's heart shattered.

In truth, he knew it would inevitably miss.

An unused Divine Particle Disintegration Bomb was a massive weapon even the Gods were unaware of.

But after using it once, with the power of a god, the weaknesses would soon be found.

Afterward, trying to blow those damn deities half to death again was almost impossible.

He handed the remaining three Divine Particle Disintegration Bombs to the nearby Tiefling, saying:

"Later, pass it to someone who can blow them up, I'm taking one myself."

The Tiefling Demigod asked:

"What are you going to do?"

"I want to prove that our weapon can truly kill a god."

The gnome pulled out a fully armed golem-powered armor from the Space Backpack.

First, he cut his own stomach, stuffing the delay-triggered disintegration bomb inside.

Soon, the armor stood up.

He shouted:

"Stone head, throw me over there."

The Dwarf King roared.

Activating the Invincible skill.

The dazzling gilt body briefly withstood a second of damage.

The next moment, with incomprehensible force, he hurled the entire gnome armor away.

"Big! Big! Big!"

Inside the armor.

The gnome activated the enlargement enchantment effect.

But the armor, once invincible, crumbled inevitably under the impact named Divine Power.

The gnome Half-Elf, shielded by the Force Field Shield, finally closed in on the heavily wounded demigod before the defense disintegrated.

The next moment.

A rumbling echoed once again.

Not even a blood mist remained.

Another heroic demigod fell.

An indescribable desolation.

Even if Aik, one of the Seven Heroes, burned his remaining body for another lifetime, he couldn't stop them from passing.

Boom!

With a deafening roar.

They finally tore through the hasty counterattack of the two World Groups.

But the Dwarf King, who had been enduring relentless bombardment, slowly closed his eyes.

He was exhausted.

"Copperbeard!"

His hoarse voice shouted out.

A demigod just below the Dwarf King stepped forth, wordlessly donning the Destruction Armor, continuing to charge forward.

For a demigod.

Two kilometers was no more than a stride of thirty to forty steps.

This was not a long journey.

Yet these "Thirty to Forty Steps" silently drained one-quarter of the strong members of the Ghost Squad.

Stuart's expression was intensely solemn.

This was why the Seven Heroes never went to war with the Abyssal Legion back then.

If discovered prematurely and subjected to concentrated bombardment, even the Seven Heroes would be grief-stricken.

Defeating the enemy before an invasion… that was something to consider only when there was an absolute power disparity.

Without a word, she released Vast Magic from her hand.

On this day, the Gods finally once again witnessed the unparalleled elegance of the world's strongest mage.

Several beings with medium Divine Power, and even some with Powerful Divine Power, attempted to jump to their location.

But while elves might be pacifists, Stuart certainly was not.

A series of corresponding counter-magic techniques were delivered with unerring precision.

The Abyssal Evil Gods who originally attempted to deploy techniques and leap to this place were forcibly cut off from their teleportation routes by her.

If they tried to jump again without coordinates, the Abyssal Gods would likely end up drifting aimlessly in the starry sky.

"Chloe, the Abyss has discovered us."

"Hmm, considering the intensity of this battle, they would be useless not to notice us."

Chloe's expression was stern.

What followed would only be a harsher grinder of flesh and blood.

It seemed that the rumblings from their direction had been noticed, as the earth in the distance suddenly trembled.

Amidst flickering glows, Chloe saw a Titan battling alongside other deities.

Amid the thunderous roar.

The mighty figure and the deities collided and shattered together.

The Star Crowd raised their heads, as an old dragon whispered:

"That is a Titan, I have seen it in the Dragon Race's memory inheritance."

After the Titan Era came the Era of Dragons.

After the Era of Dragons, came the Divine Fire Era.

Then came the Era of Turmoil.

Three eras had passed, and most people now cannot even recognize the form of a Titan.

They only know that the giants of the later era are said to be their descendants.

So in their imagination, Titans appear as even grander giants.

Only those reincarnated from the Age of the Seven Heroes truly know that Titans are not as they imagined.

Even the Dragon Race believed that the mighty existence was the true form of Titans.

But in fact.

Only they knew, the Sword Hero, while taller than ordinary women, stood merely up to two meters at most.

That mighty body was an Earth God Body, created by the spreading power of earth.

Indeed.

Perhaps it is more appropriately described with another term.

Mythical Form: Titan Race.

It was a mythical form that Titans could naturally use.

"Stuart, assist me."

"Hmm."

To end this turmoil, relying solely on them was insufficient.

First, the peak combat power on the side of the Stars-the Sword Hero and Titan Ancestral Land-must be brought out.

Chloe did not easily use the hidden power within the Shadow Battle Banner.

Or rather, what truly needed to be done now was not to join the battle.

But to maintain peak power.

Only through this, can the power shared by the "Glory of the King of Pride" be maximized.

"Hold the line, I'll bring the people back."

In fact.

Chloe did not intend to use his strength now.

The power of the Shadow Battle Banner, once used, diminishes.

His decline in strength would only have a greater impact on the entire Ghost Squad's combat capability.

Indeed.

He planned to refrain from using the power of the Shadow Battle Banner, and instead intended to rely on his own strength first.

If he were elsewhere, perhaps he would need to use all his power to even approach the level of Rephya.

But here alone...

He never forgot he was once the strongest among the Wanderers.

The hallmark trait of the Wanderers was the manipulation of shadows.

In this life.

He chose to be a Martial Monk and continued to delve into the Shadow Sect branch of Martial Monks.

And the Shadow Sect of Martial Monks... were also adept at manipulating shadows.

Even counting those deities with shadow Divine Positions, he was confident with his years of preparation to face off against the Gods in shadow manipulation.

Let alone now.

These Evil Gods were Abyssal Gods, few were proficient in shadows.

When he placed his hand on the land of the Shadow Plane and began deep assimilation with the shadows.

He seemed to touch an immense will comprised of endless Negative Energy.

He quickly recognized what this immense will was.

It was the will of the Shadow Plane.

Of course.

Above, amidst the chaotic battle of the Gods, Divine Blood and Demon Blood drenched the earth.

The clashing powers created one distorted, chaotic zone after another.

In such circumstances, how could the Shadow Plane feel nothing?

Even when drunk and played with, the body would still have some reaction.

"Sorry, I need to borrow some of your power."

He whispered softly.

In the next moment, he sensed curious eyes looking towards him.

[Permission]

"Eh?"

Chloe suddenly noticed the Shadow Power was unprecedentedly active.

Yet such lively Shadow Power exhibited extreme obedience and submissiveness.

It was as though they had seen their king, bowing in reverence.

This truly shocked him.

As the Shadow Plane actually chose to help him.

Having been bolstered by the power of the Shadow Plane, a resolute glint appeared in his eyes.

Clearly.

The three World Groups warring on the land of the Shadow Plane had agitated it somewhat.

Now seeing a method to resolve the chaotic battle, the Shadow Plane was lending its aid.

"What is this, Strong Fortune in the unseen?"

In a trance, Chloe seemed to hear triggered laughter from Stuart's direction.

And heard the fluttering of wings.

He solemnly declared:

"I'll first liberate the Titans from their restraints, everyone, I will be back shortly."

At this time, a voice came from the Destruction Armor, which had remained silent:

"1 minute and 31 seconds, Lance, go ahead."

Signifying that Aik at that side could last only so much longer.

As soon as the words fell, Chloe's figure vanished.

"Rephya, hold on a bit longer, wait for me."

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