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Chapter 944: Murder of the Gods (Part 2)

The only good god among the fairy race, the God of Medicine, Arcaian Pasteur, was one of the few low-level Divine Powers that managed to escape.

This was not because he was very strong but because he had a strong and dependable higher-up behind him.

Sui Xiong had long sensed that something was amiss once he had heard the God of Light speak. He had not hesitated further and had directly flew towards the direction of the God of Medicine’s location.

At that point, the God of Light had already caused the explosion of the light ball that had formed due to the first explosion of the two God Kingdoms.

Sui Xiong had somewhat managed to rush to Arcaian’s side even with the shockwaves of the second explosion. He reached out his tentacle and grabbed on to Arcaian before quickly healing him. At that point, the situation was extremely dangerous and fragile, and the shockwaves had already landed on Sui Xiong. Sui Xiong had quickly flew through and managed to leave the shockwaves behind him. Next, he did not slow down but instead quickly brought Arcaian back to his God Kingdom once he had flown out of the blocked out area.

Arcaian had not sustained any injuries, but the shockwaves had taken a toll on his energy level. Being near to such a huge explosion had damaged him emotionally and psychologically. Most importantly, he had already sensed the imminent failure that was to come.

Undoubtedly, once the God of Light had destroyed the light ball and caused a second explosion, the allied races that had been attacking the humans in this battle had already sensed that the battle was now tipping in favor of the humans. The original advantages that the Orcs and the allies had were in their quantity of manpower. However, with such a large explosion, the shockwaves that followed had damaged and wiped out much of the low-level and weak Divine Powers. The mid-level Divine Powers would most likely be injured as well, and temporarily lose their ability to fight. Under such circumstances, the remaining few Divine Powers would certainly be at a loss against the human gods.

This was especially as there were many human gods! Although Arcaian was not the God of War, he did have some basic understanding of war. He knew that the human gods were already agile and sharp normally. Now, they had the advantage of numbers as well. What was most dangerous was that they could even make use of the second explosion to make the first attack now. Under such circumstances, the chances of the allied troops on the Orcs’ side winning were now very, very slim.

When Sui Xiong questioned Arcaian on whether he planned to rejoin the battle, Arcaian had paused and sighed deeply.

“There isn’t much hope for us anymore…” he had replied despondently. “Perhaps… I should be thinking about how to organize the fairy race since we will probably have to leave the Main Plane soon…”

Arcaian knew that the God of Light, Wuther Rang, was not a softhearted nor flexible god. This time, since the humans had gotten a chance to regain their advantage in this battle, he would not show any mercy at all. The Orcs could perhaps attempt to continue battling, however, there was no longer hope left for the fairies.

At this point, even if the fairies fought to their deaths, there wasn’t much hope of victory anymore. The God of Light was certain to kill in large numbers and would get rid of anyone in his way. The fairies could not play with their own race’s lives just to aid their allies, the Orcs. It was better that they save their own skins now by gathering and leaving. This way, they could possibly save more of their own race.

Seeing as Arcaian did not wish to rejoin the battle, Sui Xiong felt more relaxed.

“If you think that there’s no hope left, you should gather your people and leave now,” Sui Xiong said.

Arcaian nodded his head. With a flash of light, he had already sent a clone to the Human Realm to convince his disciples to evacuate the battlefield as soon as possible, and to retreat from the Main Plane.

On the other side, in that piece of void, it was now almost empty.

Needless to say, there were many gods that were already killed. For those who were lucky enough to remain alive after the explosion, almost all of them sustained at least some damage. The God of Light had rushed out with the impact of the second explosion, and all gods in his sight were immediately murdered. Within tens of seconds, there were at least tens of mid-level Divine Powers who immediately died in his hands.

In the Pantheon temple, in the mid-level Divine Powers area, one god after the other fell in succession. It was so fast that their screams were all heard simultaneously as one giant shout!

Seeing this, the Master God of the Orcs, “Iron Mask Ferocious Spirit” Snakenell became restless and flew himself as well as the gods he had escaped with towards the far distance and hurled himself directly against the God of Light, who was progressing at the speed of light and mass killing anyone and anything in his way.

Snakenell, as a Divine Power as well as the Orcs’ Master God, was regarded as the alliance master of the allied troops. At this moment, it was only logical that he stepped up against the God of Light.

If he could hold the God of Light back temporarily, the remaining Divine Powers would arrive quickly to aid him. At that point, if tens of Divine Powers surrounded the God of Light, even with his powers, it would be hard for him to survive!

As he watched Snakenell rush towards him angrily, the God of Light did not seem fazed at all. He merely paused, kept his warhammer and whipped out his glaive.

The God of Light was an expert in using two weapons: a sword and a hammer. The sword was used for attacking while the hammer was used for maintenance. Previously, he had used his hammer to prevent anyone from attacking him on the sly. Now, he chose to use the sword to fight for victory. Without waiting for Snakenell to fully reach him, the God of Light increased his speed once again and rushed towards Snakenell instead. His sword gleamed brightly.

Snakenell had long planned how he wanted to fight this battle and various tactics he would use in different situations. He had discussed these matters with Lefon previously and even come up with specific strategies to counter the God of Light in battle. However, at this very moment, he realized that all these were useless. Utterly useless.

Once the God of Light charged towards him with this sword gleaming and shooting out beams of light, Snakenell felt his body stiffen up as if it was imprisoned, and he was unable to move or say a single word, let alone continue to battle.

“Had the God of Light managed to become a great Divine Power?” Snakenell thought.

This thought had barely crossed Snakenell’s mind before he felt his body tighten and lose its volume completely.

The God of Light’s body suddenly disappeared, and Snakenell suddenly saw a decapitated Snakeman’s body slowly walk further and further away. This body was extremely familiar and had an uneasy vibe.

Snakenell suddenly understood the situation clearly: it was a mere reflection, and his brain had been cut off.

“I can’t believe… I thought I could…” Snakenell thought.

His final thoughts disappeared like a bubble as this Orcs’ Master God’s body slowly collapsed. In that moment, he slowly lost consciousness, which disappeared slowly like smoke.

In the front row of the Divine Power section in the Pantheon temple, Snakenell and his seat disappeared at the same time and was never to be found again.

With one move, the God of Light had managed to kill and take down the Orcs’ Master God. This, however, was not enough for him. He swerved and headed towards the pygmy gods’ direction.

This was a little strange as the dwarf gods were actually closer to him. However, he somehow chose to travel further to chase the pygmy gods, who were far away.

This allowed the dwarf gods, who had been helpless, to sigh in relief. The Dwarf Rune God’s heart skipped a beat, and he glanced at the God of Light’s retreating back, which disappeared in a beam of green light. At the moment, he grasped the situation fully and sighed.

“We’ve lost this battle,” he said in a low voice. “Since we were willing to fight, we have to accept this outcome as well. Let’s gather our people and leave the Main Plane.”

The other dwarf gods stared at him strangely as they had not yet grasped the situation.

“Before things become ultimately worse, we should salvage it!” The dwarves did not have a Master God and their unofficial leader, the “Grand Elder,” Holy Hammer suggested. “We should quickly converge with the other god systems.”

The Dwarf Rune God sighed internally, but he did not reject this suggestion. The dwarves thus renewed their sense of urgency and flew towards the barbarian god system on the other side of the void.

The barbarian god system had always refused to enter the core of the battle and had been mostly on the sidelines. They had not split up as well and had always gathered together.

The strongest among them was but a mid-level Divine Power. However, at this moment, they were now the neatest and most complete groups within the Orcs’ allies. If they gathered with the barbarian god system and found the remaining Divine Powers on the side of the Orcs, it was possible that the battle could still continue.

However, even before the dwarves could fully meet and gather with the barbarian god system, the pygmy gods within the Pantheon temple had all fallen one by one with shouts of anger.

From the time the God of Light had rushed to where they were situated to the time where their last soldier had fallen, it had merely been the duration of a few uttered words…

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