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Chapter 354 - 310: Civil War Among the Gods (Additional 2-in-1)_2

Chapter 354: Chapter 310: Civil War Among the Gods (Additional 2-in-1)_2

The Archer God, killed by the Wind God.

Meanwhile, far away, Plague God Sturad, riding a swarm of dense insects, bore a pale, expressionless face. His Plague Divine Power demonstrated terrifying might; wherever he went, countless Divine coughed incessantly, contracting diseases like mortals.

The death of the Archer God seemed to suggest that no one could strike from the shadows and take his life.

But not long after, the God of Victory, with his Sword of Victory, rampaged across the battlefield. His embodiment of "victory" made him unbeatable. He rode a glorious chariot pulled by three giant horses, cutting down several Divine along the way, breaking through numerous barriers, and forcefully made his way to face Plague God Sturad. He bellowed a war cry, and with the sudden brilliance of light, the gigantic Sword of Victory sliced Plague God Sturad into two, instantly dissipating the plague that swept across half the battlefield.

Plague God, killed by the God of Victory.

But before the God of Victory could relish the joy of victory, the next moment, a Six-winged Giant Dragon descended from the sky, raising an endless wind of war on the earth, casting a vast shadow. Caught off guard, the God of Victory was thrown off his horse, the chariot shattered in the hands of Endora, and the Sword of Victory fell to the ground. Now in control of the War Divine Authority, Endora seized the Sword of Victory and personally severed the head of the God of Victory. Indeed, "victory" had changed hands.

The God of Victory, killed by Dragon God Endora.

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Drops of Divine Blood fell like clouds and rain.

Some mortals were lucky enough to touch the Divine Blood, some rejuvenated, others imbued with Divine Power...

They exhibited various miracles, but none quelled the increasing turmoil on the earth.

It was so easy for order to shatter, and once chaos spread, it was difficult to quell.

The great war among the Divines still continued.

These eternal Divine beings were waging war against each other, using all their power to annihilate each other, the Original Divine Statues of the Country of Divines collapsing one after another, even turning to dust.

Desires ran rampant.

Amidst immense chaos, even the most well-meaning thoughts and the most righteous hearts brought greater destruction.

The Divines battled for nine days and nine nights, this civil war no longer limited to just the factions of Dragon God Endora and Kagawus, but other factions’ Divines also participated to varying extents.

The unstoppable river flows into the sea, just as the Divines are bent on destroying each other, with no chance of turning back.

Every day, countless Divines fell, the stars in the night sky gradually dimming over time.

Kagawus watched the gradually dimming starry sky; once, stars were as abundant as grains of sand, but now they were gradually losing their light. Those mortals knelt in various Temples, praying for the protection of their believed Divine, not knowing that their Divines might have already died, unable to respond to any call.

In this vast war, Kagawus saw only destruction.

One after another, city-states collapsed whether they were the barbaric and foolish Beastmen, human city-states scattered like stars, or the most advanced Three-eyed Ape People, all met death indistinguishably in this annihilation.

Under the collapse of order, the Divines first showed their despicableness, and mortals quickly followed, enacting one horrifying story after another on the cracked earth.

Kagawus hoped that Shan’en would reopen the closed Golden Hall, he expected that great Divine King with the supreme Scepter, to re-establish order from the ruins.

But no matter how much he hoped, even kneeling before the majestic hall, it remained unmoved, the King who once ruled the Divines seemed as though he had died.

The fallen Divine, as if conducting his funeral, the collapsed order like mortuary artifacts of the mortal world, and that Temple once revered by all Divines served as Shan’en’s grand coffin.

Kagawus completely despaired of Shan’en, he turned his gaze towards the land, listening to his Divine underlings reporting the battlefield conditions.

Not long after, a dreadful piece of news reached Kagawus’ ears.

Dragon God Endora was heading towards the land of the Three-eyed Ape People, Ajia Land.

That Fifth Rank Divine was about to bring destruction and disaster to the race Kagawus personally created.

Anger and despair clouded Kagawus’ eyes, and he personally ordered a large number of Divines to Ajia Land.

But no one could stop Dragon God Endora, who had already mastered the War Star.

The intense heat of the Dragon Flame, like celestial fire, not only burned numerous Divines to ashes but also turned Ajia, once impregnable, into charred ground.

Inside the Palace, the King of the Three-eyed Ape People raised his head, feeling a heatwave around him, a ominous premonition rising in his heart, and his ministers also felt an inexplicable panic.

"What’s happening, what’s happening..."

Before the words had finished,

the King had melted into the throne, his blood mixing with the gold he wore.

Dragon Flame descended from the sky, and the palace collapsed in an instant.

The ground was covered with ashes, people were turned into pillars of salt by the flames; both the luxurious nobles and the toiling slaves met an equal death in this inferno. The Great Temple, once a gathering place of faith, had also become a relic of history.

The coconut palm trees were burning.

Kagawus had personally created this race, harboring great expectations for them. He had personally taught the Logos script to them and bestowed upon them the power of prophecy. He witnessed every hardship this race had endured and saw with His own eyes their rise at the confluence of three rivers in Ajia, swearing to guard the land of Ajia for generations.

Today, the land of Ajia still remained, but the Three-eyed Ape People had perished.

Kagawus was in extreme pain, and He howled madly within the Prophetic Temple.

A blood vengeance... the blood vengeance of a blood vengeance.

As had happened to Kagawus, it happened to every Divine being in the Celestial Kingdom.

Today’s vengeance demands more bloodshed tomorrow.

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Danschel.

King Phil trembled uncontrollably on his throne, disbelievingly staring at the scout who had just returned.

The scout’s face was smeared with muddy blood, just then bringing the mournful news of Prince Tyrone’s ambush and death.

King Phil stood up from the throne, grabbed the scout by the collar, and loudly questioned the scout before him.

Only moments ago, he had received news of a great victory.

Those tidings had painted a victorious scene for King Phil, who had marveled at his son’s courage in battle and felt immense pride for him.

But now, the victory within reach was nothing more than a hollow fantasy, with defeat being the only reality.

King Phil could not accept such an outcome: he repeatedly struck the scout before him, adding injury to injury, while crying bitterly for his dead son and the future of Danschel.

The scene was patently absurd, but none of the ministers present found it funny; their faces were all pale.

What would become of Danschel?

This small country had been stable due to its long-standing fortune, but now, a great power had shown its fangs, and King Nesol’s troops were soon to arrive below the short city walls.

Before long, the news of Prince Tyrone’s defeat had spread through the entire Royal City and swiftly moved toward other city-states.

Though King Phil had strictly ordered his ministers inside the palace not to let news of this leak, or else face the death penalty, with destruction imminent, how many would care about the king’s authority?

Unrest, continuous unrest, incessant unrest.

The musicians at the Music Academy had gone mad, starting to flee with their families; Catherine watched one musician after another flee, filled with panic. She wanted to flee too but didn’t know where she could go.

In this world, there were too many harps she had not known, nor could she play.

Soon after, martial law began; King Phil had come through the grief of losing his son. He had not lost his reason and chose to personally lead the troops to man the city gates, stabilizing the citizens within the city in time.

Many musicians who had not managed to flee the Royal City were forced to return; the helpless ones wailed aloud. Soon after, the Music Academy was filled with continuous prayers, begging the Divine beings to bless their safety.

However...

Not a single Divine being could answer their prayers.

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