The final battle is just around the corner.
One day remains.
The final feast has begun.
The demons outside the wall await the aura of the Abyss, completely pushing away those associated with order.
As the aura of the Abyss overwhelms the surroundings, they will be able to unleash even greater power here, without being overly suppressed by those from other worlds.
The demonic army is meticulously assembling. Never before has the chaotic demons gathered in such large numbers, even maintaining some orderly formations.
The gaze of the evil gods who betrayed the world has already appeared in the sky, and they have already taken their respective viewing positions.
They have chosen the best vantage point to observe this fateful battle.
The glory of the Four Gods has fallen upon the new anti-magic fortress on the front lines.
Everyone feels the gaze of the Four Gods.
They feel an unprecedented sense of glory.
They are filled with overwhelming momentum.
A massive, treasure-level wine bottle floated above the banquet.
This was the internal banquet.
The banquet stretched across the entire logistics area; this was a desperate war.
The banquet was the final meal for all participants.
Inside the fortress.
Hundreds of people gathered.
At each of the round tables, all the attendees were renowned and powerful figures in the world.
Some had already established their reputations, while others had risen to prominence in recent years.
But without a doubt, their strength was at or above the sixth stage. And all of them were destined to fight on the front lines, to fight for the world.
The massive wine bottle floating above them began pouring liquid into their cups, one after another.
The enticing aroma of wine wafted throughout the venue.
As the masterminds of this banquet's vast delicacies,
Juanlu stood silently atop the city wall, gazing at the banquet hall below.
The wines were naturally brewed and sublimated by him, with the addition of those liquids.
Each cup held the standard of one portion.
Four church leaders stood at the head of the table.
They held their cups high.
Muttering prayers, light streamed into the cups of everyone present.
Everyone could sense this blessing from the Four Gods.
More points of light poured in.
Blessings from Sofia, from Lucilia, from the Flower Fairy, from the Holy Blade Saint, from all the gods.
One blessing after another poured into the cups, causing each one to radiate a brilliant light.
Everyone present looked at the liquid in their cups and understood.
This is a blessing for tomorrow's battle.
From all the gods.
Blessings from the gods.
The four bishops simultaneously raised their cups and chanted loudly.
"Let us drink this cup of the gods' blessing. Victory is certain!"
"Victory is certain!"
A unified roar rang out, sparking a feast among the soldiers outside. Word of victory spread throughout the fortress.
It spread throughout the entire defense line.
The wave of sound even reached the logistics troops in the city behind.
Everyone gulped down the brilliant liquid.
They felt their strength increase.
They felt an unknown force surging into their magic.
But there were so many attributes enhancing their magic that the primary magic force involved was insignificant.
Watching this scene.
Juanlu finally nodded in relief.
Everything was silent.
…
When the curtain of the sky was torn apart once more.
The brilliant moon vanished from the sky.
The entire magic-proof wall was covered with various defensive devices, large and small.
Layer after layer of enormous magic shields, stacked on the wall.
Atop the wall, a formation stretched across the entire defensive line.
Countless soldiers waited behind the wall, ready to exchange positions with their comrades at any moment.
Hundreds of thousands, even millions, of troops stretched across this hundreds of kilometers of defense.
The phantoms of gods appeared one after another in the sky.
They could not descend in person to participate in this battle.
But their presence would bring spiritual comfort to all the soldiers and give them more courage.
A massive magic-proof fortress faced the enemy head-on. A beam of light, like the moon, descended from the sky.
The beam landed in the midst of a formation of warriors clad in silver armor.
These warriors, clad in silver armor, had distinct lunar elements etched on their armor.
They were the Moon Knights of the newly added Temple of the Moon, the most powerful of the newly born gods.
Before their formation, amidst the moonlight, the fully armed figure of Sofia stepped out.
All the knights could not help but exert their utmost energy, gazing up at the goddess before them.
Clad in silver armor gleaming with white light, Sofia stood barehanded, unarmed.
He gazed into the distance.
Under the sunlight,
The crisp tinkling of bells echoed, and a spreading gray mist appeared on a deliberately cleared area on the city wall.
This deliberately left-open area made the surrounding soldiers turn their heads and pay attention.
In the dense gray mist.
A sound like the rushing of a river.
One land boat after another appeared above.
And the figures standing atop them made the soldiers' eyes widen and their heads turn to the side.
Standing there were the figures of the Grim Reapers, clad in gray robes and carrying enormous scythes.
What a turbulent battle!
Even the Grim Reapers were joining in.
Everyone was filled with both fear and joy, for even the Grim Reapers were on their side.
Just then.
Right in front of them.
A large number of demons began to appear within their field of vision, densely packed and stretching to the edge of their field of vision.
These demons had hideous faces.
The overwhelming momentum brought billowing black smoke, nearly obscuring the sky.
One after another, gigantic monsters appeared in their formation.
One-eyed Titans, molten giants, enormous vicious dogs.
Countless monsters, terrifying to behold, appeared in hordes.
Never before had the demons been so densely packed, so terrifying.
The demons outnumbered them by several, even dozens of times.
When the soldiers defending the city walls witnessed this scene, coupled with the overwhelming negative emotions, the billowing black smoke and imposing aura inevitably affected their hearts, even though the shadowy figures of the Four Gods stood behind them.
Even though the newly born god stood before them.
A gigantic crystal dragon floated overhead.
Or perhaps it was a beautiful crystal dragon god.
Because Jason and Ululius had merged into one.
"Despair is growing, and the ground of hope is being eroded."
"Don't worry, hope will surely burst forth, because true power has yet to manifest."
In his mind.
Jason's consciousness was communicating with Ululius's.
As the beings of hope, they clearly sensed the hearts of these soldiers.
The demonic formation was still approaching.
As it drew closer, the human camp's mental fluctuations grew stronger.
If it weren't for the gods behind and the gods in front,
some would have given way to despair, collapsed, and fled.
But now, with all sorts of help, they remained standing.
Until the demonic formation stopped just a few kilometers from the city walls.
In this endless wilderness, it seemed so close.
When it comes to war, the demons have no strategies, only blatant surprise attacks.
Even at a cost tenfold.
One after another, powerful figures appeared in the center of the two camps.
They were none other than the eight demon lords.
"Feeling the absence of the abyss's aura around here, ah, it's like returning home," Salunster said, his expression intoxicated, floating in the air.
Because they can essentially unleash 70 to 80 percent of their strength in the abyss.
Even at 70 to 80 percent, their power would already be elevated to the level of a god.
The aura emanating from the eight powerful demon lords before them was each godlike.
As Salunster spoke, a wild aura surged forward, suppressing the violent wall.
Sofia and the others immediately began to resist.
Except for them.
There were also candidates for deification who had been raised from various churches during this period.
From the Holy Mother camp stood the familiar Holy Maiden of the Blade.
"That powerful mortal's sacrifice bought you ten years of respite. I admire him greatly, but now your respite is gone.
It's time to face the abyss's engulfment."
"This completely surviving world will inevitably be devoured by the abyss. Give up resistance and embrace it. You will all become powerful beings like me.
Of course, you can resist to your heart's content; that's exactly what we'd love to see. Only then can we slaughter you at will.
We can extract your souls and make them into delicious delicacies and currency for trade. So be patient."
Salenst roared, and various demons chanted around him.
Their words, mingled with the aura of the surrounding abyss, constantly disrupted everyone's emotions and spirits.
It seemed as if they were trying to break down their mental defenses before the fight began.
Coupled with the seemingly endless, overwhelming demon army behind them,
It seemed...
truly unstoppable.
"It's time."
Suddenly, Alka's voice reached Sofia's ears.
Sofia, who was bracing herself for the battle, suddenly widened her eyes.
Then, as if understanding something, she seemed to grasp.
Without hesitation, she slowly floated upward, radiating a brilliant light. The pure light, like the moon, shielded the demons from their emotions, cooling their fears.
Salenst and the other demons watched this scene unfold.
They weren't foolish enough to rely on a few powerful demon lords to storm the human formation before them. They were merely there to disrupt and wear down their spirits.
This was a tactic they always loved, and it worked incredibly well.
They stepped back slightly at Sofia's movements, watching quietly.
They seemed eager to see what other tricks the human before them could pull.
Sofia slowly raised her hands, like cradling the moon.
In her hands appeared a Holy Grail-level treasure.
Magical power surged from the treasure.
"Quick, stop him!" roared the shadowy demon who had studied dreams most deeply.
At this moment, many questions arose.
There were always demons who spotted a problem.
He was one of them, so anxious he even spoke in an incomprehensible demon language.
Upon hearing this, Farol and Salenst immediately rushed out.
Boom!
A thunderclap resounded.
A bolt of lightning struck directly.
Then, Pororo's figure appeared in the air, wings like a giant dragon appearing behind him.
Swept with lightning, he collided head-on with Salunster.
Lucilia, sitting in the canoe, also transformed into a spirit-like mist. A cloud of dark green gas slammed directly in front of Falor, and a sickle emerged from her spirit body and slashed down.
The top-tier combat forces collided like this.
Obviously.
They couldn't stop Sofia's actions.
The treasure shattered and disappeared as the magic power surged in.
Sofia slowly descended, floating in mid-air, gazing at the demons before him.
The shadowy demon said.
"It's too late."
The demon next to him asked, "What's going on? Is there a problem?"
They were confident of victory as they launched their final attack. What could possibly go wrong at this point?
Sarron and Falor, known to be unstoppable, also rejoined the demon ranks.
"I don't know. I just felt a fatal abnormality, a dangerous touch, just a moment ago.
The treasure must have triggered something, and that existence is spreading throughout the world, even within our bodies, and we've never discovered it."
"What?"
"What do you mean?"
The demons were puzzled.
No one understood.
But the serious problem was that they, too, had this thing within them, but until that moment, they hadn't sensed anything other than the shadowy demon.
Only Sofia and the others smiled.
Because they had heard Alka's voice.
"Demons, are you delighted? It seems like you have the world in your hands."
Arka's voice suddenly echoed across the battlefield.
His voice was ethereal, as if it were right beside everyone's ears, as if it were everywhere.
"Ten years ago, you and the gods set a vast net to capture me and utterly destroy me.
It seemed as if my death would remove a huge obstacle, and the road ahead would be clear?"
"It seems so real, but is it really so?"
Countless points of light gathered.
As the light grew denser, a figure appeared in the air.
It appeared where the treasure had disappeared.
Then the light dissipated.
Arka appeared in the air.
After appearing, he took a deep breath.
"Breathing feels so good, but it's mingled with the stench of the abyss."
"Arka?"
"Arka, are you still alive?"
"Sofia, did you resurrect him?"
"..."
From below came a variety of exclamations, from countless people who knew Arka.
These exclamations even came from the leaders of the Church of the Four Gods.
For even they were astonished.
Lucille and Sofia rushed over and hugged Arka tightly.
Lucille couldn't help but smile.
He hugged them, then whispered in their ears.
"There are countless eyes here, so be mindful of your appearance."
The two finally let him go.
But before they did, they whispered something in Arka's ear.
"I'll explain this later," Lucelia said.
The voice was gentle.
"No matter how you explain, I'm going to teach you a lesson. Just wait for it." Sofia's voice was filled with anger.
Lucille was fine, but Sofia's threat sent a chill down Alka's neck.
After all, he'd sensed from the moment he appeared that Sofia's strength was exaggerated, far superior to his own. What was going on?
"You're resurrected... and then what? The aura of the Abyss is overwhelming," Farol said.
Then, somewhat puzzled, he asked, "You should be dead. Even the Abyss has confirmed your death."
He didn't understand.
His goal, his mission, was to kill Alka. And he had indeed completed the Abyss, even giving him half of the reward.
This meant that the Abyss, and Alka, had confirmed Alka's death.
"Of course, of course I died. And I had to cheat the Abyss of complete death."
This certainly wasn't easy.
Time went back.
The perspective quietly shifted to the past, more than a decade ago.
Arka had just returned to the World Scar.
The day he met the gods.