"Everyone, do you see? Now you all have the chance to snatch the treasures from these demons.
Everything you snatch belongs to you. Now, the hunting begins!"
Alka said, holding the gem high, then tossed it back to Juanlu.
"Brother, this suits you. You can master it, right?"
Juanlu smiled as he held it.
He swallowed it without hesitation in front of everyone.
Then, his entire body began to undergo powerful changes, and he unleashed his full strength.
The first one rushed out.
"Make those demons pay!"
"Oh oh oh oh!"
"Charge!"
"Kill those demons. For the Virgin!"
"For the world!"
"..."
A passionate roar echoed.
Everyone seemed to be energized. Those demons became prey in their eyes.
The lure of treasure.
Walking treasures lay before them, ready to be obtained if they fought tooth and nail.
And they could end the Eternal War, which had raged for decades.
The Anti-Demon War, which had lasted for millennia.
Hatred would find its perfect release at this moment.
Even the bishops' eyes brimmed with red.
They had clearly seen Alka forcibly pluck a crown-level divine essence from the demon's body.
And the demon wasn't completely dead yet; it held more than just one divine essence within it.
So what about the others? What about the other demons?
No faction lacked crown-level treasures, and no faction considered a crown-level treasure unworthy of risking their lives.
In the past, fighting for treasures of this caliber, until one side was completely destroyed, was perfectly normal.
Isn't it because they haven't become gods yet that they lack the right one?
The right crown, the right scepter.
Now the right one is within reach.
The path to godhood is right before their eyes.
The time to fight.
It's here.
Alka looked up at Jason in the sky.
"Feel that, brother? Surge of hope, it's your turn."
He had killed the demons on the spot, not fearing their escape. And he had spoken loudly, before everyone's eyes, to convey his actions.
Isn't it simply to instill hope in everyone?
"Hahaha, good!"
Surges of hope had been growing since the moment Alka was resurrected.
It had almost reached its peak.
And Jason, the very embodiment of hope, his immense power threatened to burst through his body.
The crystal dragon god instantly soared into the sky.
Surging hope transformed into a pillar of light that shot straight into the sky, even piercing the world.
"Roar!"
A deafening dragon roar.
It nearly echoed throughout the world.
It even reached the astral plane.
That was the final contract.
From the savior of the crystal dragon clan.
Within the astral plane.
This dragon roar carried a special message throughout the astral plane, reaching the ears of all those who had signed the contract through special channels.
Above the battlefield sky.
As the pillar of hope pierced the world, as the crystal dragon roar spread across the astral plane,
Circle after circle of circular portals appeared in the sky.
The Four Gods didn't seem to block these portals. They didn't come by their own power, but rather by following the portal opened by the light of hope.
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
A deafening dragon roar echoed from the sky.
From the cave flew one giant dragon after another.
Some were clad in scales that resembled various metals, their bodies imposing and overwhelming.
Some were clad in scales of various colors.
"Dragon of Savior, we follow the ancient covenant and come in response to hope."
"It's these damned demons."
"These nasty bugs are everywhere."
Although most people couldn't understand what the dragons were saying, they could sense that they seemed to be following the roar of the Dragon of Savior in the sky.
Then, one by one, the dragons descended like missiles, charging into the demonic camp. Artillery bombarded, and various elemental attacks rained down.
War was imminent.
"Child, why not ascend now?" The Mother's voice reached Alka's ears.
At these words, Alka hovered in mid-air.
He knew, of course, that now was the best time to ascend.
Whether it was his desire or the need of the moment, he needed to ascend to godhood.
"You're right."
After saying this, Alka closed his eyes.
His figure gradually faded.
Even around him, disturbances like those in a dream appeared.
To many, he seemed to have vanished.
When he reappeared,
he had achieved godhood.
The entire process seemed ordinary, even fading into the shadows.
Alka also seemed unchanged.
But in reality, much had changed.
"The kingdom, manifest."
Wait for him to finish.
The mirror fragments that had been floating throughout the dream world began to merge, eventually fusing into a single, colossal mirror. The entire kingdom reappeared within the dream.
One after another, teleportation mirrors leading to various parts of the dream world appeared throughout the kingdom, and a large number of mist-like creatures rushed in.
They were originally the citizens of this kingdom.
As if premeditated, one dream creature after another emerged, setting the entire kingdom in motion.
With this came an improvement in the order of the entire real world.
"I seem to be able to do more."
Suddenly, Alka smiled, and then, without hesitation, he raised his gaze to the phantoms of the gods who had betrayed this world in the sky.
His eyes, radiating a golden light, stared directly at them.
A strange aura followed his eyes, spreading without hesitation toward the traitorous gods who were interfering with the Four Gods.
This aura stirred something within them, shocking them.
They felt a shift in their divinity.
The moment this shift occurred, they vanished one by one.
A smile crossed Alka's face as he saw the vanishing gods.
With the disappearance of these traitorous gods, the power of the Four Gods began to manifest even more powerfully in the world.
"Respect the power of our gods."
A powerful voice echoed throughout.
From a pillar of light in the sky, a seemingly ordinary female figure soared out, wings of golden light spreading from her back.
Clad in golden armor resembling wheat ears, she wielded a flaming sword.
In an instant, she charged into the demonic host, instantly reducing all the demons she encountered to ash in the golden flames.
"Menyeks?"
Arka recognized this woman, a former agent.
Then, each of the gods' agents appeared at the Sky Throne.
The gray-robed sage from the Church of the Holy Machine, who had met him once before, also appeared.
As expected.
These agents were now almost equivalent to gods.
They could be considered subordinates of the Four Gods.
As reinforcements arrived one after another, and as the power of the Four Gods became more manifest, the momentum of the human side grew ever more resplendent.
Hope condensed into a radiant sky.
Crystal Draco.
The massive body, emitting a pure light, crashed directly into the demonic camp.
Layer upon layer of crystals began to emanate from around him. As the crystals spread, a crystal lotus appeared in the center.
Shattered.
Mixed with the frozen corpses of demons, it continued to spread.
These crystals even coalesced into a gigantic, sky-high crystal beast, which began to wreak havoc among the demonic forces.
The obsidian hall in the crater.
The seven demon lords, who had momentarily escaped from the front lines, gathered here.
"What should we do now? I can no longer sense the aura of the Abyss."
"If the gift from the Abyss within us is taken away..."
He dared not continue. The Abyss was equally chaotic and volatile.
Such a devastating defeat would surely crush them to the depths of the Abyss.
Salunster frowned.
A furious aura continued to gather around him, and he became more and more like a demon. "We have no escape. Now, it's victory or eternal death."
With one hand, he grasped the floating serrated blade beside him, unfurled his vast demonic wings, and in an instant, he broke through the obsidian wall and soared into the distance.
Observing this scene,
Falor seemed to understand it all too well.
"Victory, or eternal liberation. Neither is bad." He suddenly smiled and followed, soaring into the sky.
Followed by a pitch-black shadow beside him.
The other demons watched, their anger rising in their wake.
Now, the only option was to fight tooth and nail.
This was their last chance.
In the midst of the demon horde, a disaster raged like a storm and lightning. At the center of it, Bororo engaged in a ferocious battle.
A massive axe, laced with molten lava, descended from the sky, smashing down before him like a stream of light.
"Haha, come on, the final clash!"
The enormous demon plummeted like a meteorite before the axe.
Amidst the cloud of dust, a massive arm reached out and grasped the axe handle. Before he could even see its form, he could hear its furious roar.
As the dust cleared,
The demon that had once battled Pororo with its clones, only to be slain by Pororo, appeared before him.
The demon's orange-yellow eyes shone a blood-red.
The demon's horns, already protruding, extended and branched backward.
Muscles bulged all over his body, blood-red lines spreading across his body.
The bone spurs on his back were even deforming.
Pororo could sense it.
The opponent's momentum was steadily rising, a desperate struggle. "Come!"
A loud roar.
Carrying the ground shaking, raging wind and lightning, Pororo charged forward like a moving disaster.
Sarrenster, rushing forward at top speed, was immediately targeted by Sofia.
A rage descended from the sky, striking the demon with a kick that was almost imperceptible, like teleportation.
Like a kicked soccer ball, the most powerful demon lord plunged into the earth below.
The sight of this demon unleashed a wave of rage.
"It's you, I remember you," Sarrenster said with a smile, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.
Recalling the execution of Alka, Sofia desperately tried to smash through the cage.
Falor, following closely behind him, was instantly trapped by a mist that resembled a soul.
The scythe slashed down from the mist without hesitation, instantly slashing a wound through his body.
As if striking his very soul, Farol frowned, his brow furrowed in agony. The sudden, intense pain made him scream.
"It's you, damn it."
Having just ascended to godhood.
Arka, arriving late, watched the fierce battle between Sofia and Lusilia, unable to resist saying something.
For example, let one of them be his.
But seeing Sofia's furious expression and Lusilia's similar stance, he silently kept his mouth shut.
Better not to risk bad luck now.
In Arka's eyes, the two should be victorious.
Why have they become so strong in ten years?
His figure vanished in an instant.
Then he appeared before a dark shadow.
"You don't look like a demon at all. What are you?" Alka's voice suddenly rang out.
The shadow didn't seem surprised, but remained where it was.
The black shadow wrapped around its body, swaying like flames.
"Arka, right? Your abilities are strange, and your existence is bizarre." The aura of the abyss emanated from this demon, almost unstoppable.
Although its appearance bore no resemblance to that of a demon.
Demons themselves were inherently chaotic.
However, this demon had rarely displayed the recklessness and anger typical of demons.
"You are also a very unique type among demons," Alka said.
After hearing this, the demon pondered for a moment and said, "So, the dust you transformed into after your death, scarring the world, still possesses its own consciousness and memories?"
There was a hint of curiosity in his voice.
"Not really. At that time, I was carrying out my duties based on instinct, following the final orders before my death.
However, after my resurrection, all those instinctive experiences, everything I saw and heard, will become memories that linger in my mind."
Hearing this, the demon seemed to understand this state of affairs and nodded in sudden realization.
"I don't know how you managed to transform yourself into dust scattered throughout space and still reassemble and survive.
But I have to say it's a very powerful strategy and a very powerful technique. So powerful that even I, facing your invasion, was completely unaware."
"I was once like you, a savior who sought to save the world from the demonic invasion.
But I failed, and I became a demon. But being a demon isn't bad either. I won't surrender myself. Come, show me your skills."
The black shadow spoke and charged directly towards Alka. The moment it turned, it transformed into black particles that spread all around.
Alka's figure instantly vanished and reappeared in the distance, then he casually grabbed.
The black particles in the sky instantly gathered into a ball.
Just as they were about to be completely imprisoned, the particles flowed out through a gap and regrouped into the shape of a demon.
"Stealing? Your influence still lingers within me... It seems I can't escape death."
For the past ten years, Alka has blended into the air, corroding almost all demons, especially the powerful ones.
As for the demon that was most vulnerable to the erosion and suffered the most severe erosion, Alka initially
When Alka was resurrected, he became his puppet.
Although the demons before him possessed various resistances, preventing them from becoming puppets, they were all more or less influenced by Alka.
With no chance of extermination, they were almost naturally at a disadvantage against Alka.
Alka nodded and suddenly reached out to grab.
"I can't sense my surroundings anymore. You stole my senses?"
Suddenly.
As Alka slowly stole the items from him, the dark figure froze in place.
The dark shadow dissipated, revealing a humanoid demon with grayish-white skin.
"You stole the influence and mark of the Abyss from me? Can you steal something like that?
No, not unless you're even more powerful than the Abyss, but you're far from that."
"Think about how the Abyss invades the world."
"I see. But this state is wonderful. Thank you.
The Abyss... it's truly terrifying."
The gray-skinned demon muttered, his eyes completely black.
His body was nearly defenseless, already waiting for death.
Arka appeared behind him and stole several shimmering divine essences from his body.
He stole all the divine essences at once.
The demon before him smiled and disintegrated into a pile of spirit-like objects, vanishing in the fierce wind of the battlefield.
These demons were completely at a disadvantage facing Arka now. If Arka wanted to, they wouldn't even have much power to fight back.
Unless they are given some time to eliminate the influence of Alka from their bodies, failure is inevitable.