It must be acknowledged, gods are indeed gods, even if their territories are lost, their personal enhancements are gone, and they are suppressed by world power. Yet, the Dark God still dragged his heavily injured body and persisted in battle for three days and nights.
During this period, Jera had already been elevated by the power of the territory, almost infinitely close to the divine level.
Even so, he was still no match for the opponent. When the Dark God was finally killed, his entire body was shattered beyond recognition, with no intact part visible.
Jera wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up with his severely injured body, knowing that his organization had finally secured a foothold.
"We, have won." With Jera's words, everyone began cheering wildly; this was a god-slaying feat. Before coming here, many had prepared themselves for certain death and had even left farewell letters.
They fought for their beliefs; for the happiness of their families.
