Green Monster Epic

Chapter 367: The Fall of Gods and the Glory of Mortals (11,000 words!)

In the endless starry sky, a streak of light travels through the empty void, attracting the attention of countless gazes.

In the starry sky where the Natural God system is located, the sudden anomaly is taken into the eyes of several gods whose eyes are dyed with blazing golden flames, but without any temperature.

After a brief silence, Pelor, the God of Light, slowly spoke: "Taro has completed His mission, and next, we should all take action."

"Tens of thousands of years of planning, all for this one move, humans will surely become the masters of the Ferman World!!"

The red flames in the eyes of the God of War soared, more like a human god with vitality and strong fighting spirit compared to other gods.

"Also, we must not break our promise to Taro!!"

On the other side, the Lord of Dawn used a warm and comforting feminine voice to remind the human main gods present, and rarely with some emotion, cast her divine gaze in another direction.

"Tyr, although you did not agree to participate in our plan, but now that Asmodeus threatens the material world, you and I have the responsibility and obligation to drive this devil back to hell. I hope you can take action and deal with the Lord of the Nine Hells with us."

"No need for you to remind me, my avatar and chosen ones are already on their way to Mingxi City. When it is time for me to act, I will never hesitate!!"

As the God of Justice and Judgment, Tyr has not completely abandoned his beliefs, prioritizing the interests of mankind above all else. Therefore, on the matter of the Spring Country, he and Pelor, Lathander, and the others have long been on different paths. However, when Asmodeus used Pelor's plan to set foot in the material world, Tyr had no choice but to temporarily join forces with Pelor and the others to fight against the powerful enemy together.

"That's good!!"

… … … …

Before the remaining Gate to Hell, the Lord of the Nine Hells still raised his head indifferently, his deep eyes piercing through the dark clouds overhead, taking in everything that happened in the endless starry sky. When He withdrew his gaze and looked down at a hunched human figure beside the Gate to Hell, his eyes were filled with sympathy and ridicule.

"Look, your Spring Goddess is truly great!!"

"For the rise of the entire human race, She has regarded you, who see Her as a mother and faithfully believe in Her, as abandoned children, abandoning millions of believers at will."

"Now, She has even destroyed Her own divine kingdom, giving Her allies a fatal blow. Right now, your Ferman World's benevolent and selfless Father of the Oak is being miserably harmed by Her!"

"If Silvanus cannot return his will to his main body, I am afraid that his divine kingdom will be swallowed by the black hole and turned into nothingness!!"

When he heard the name of the Spring Goddess, the old and hunched figure raised his head, a pair of eyes revealing intense hatred and contempt. It was William XVI, the former King of the Spring Country.

Signing a contract with a devil carries extreme risks, but in some ways, devils are the most adherent to the spirit of the contract. Therefore, even in the battlefield of the gods, King William can still survive unscathed in his mortal body, witnessing this war epic that will inevitably be recorded in history.

"Do you know what your goddess wants? The price She paid is nothing more than wanting to expand Her spring authority and domain to all four seasons, becoming the Goddess of the Four Seasons who controls the changes of the four seasons!!"

"Hahahaha, this is the deity you mortals revere and believe in, a group of hypocritical false gods!!!!!"

According to legend, Asmodeus and the devil clan he leads were originally angels created by ancient gods to protect the gods, but later, for various reasons, they fell into hell and became evil beings like demons.

With such an identity and experience, Asmodeus has naturally long seen through the ugly desires and souls hidden beneath the hypocritical appearances of the gods, which is why He has always been at odds with the gods.

"Yes!! Be angry, mortals, it is you who have given these gods eternal life, but they regard you as livestock that can be sacrificed at any time!!"

Watching the increasingly intense hatred in William's eyes, Asmodeus seemed to be admiring a work of art He had personally painted, or a delicacy He was cooking. The soul full of strong emotions is the dessert that devils love the most.

While appreciating the emotional changes of the humans around him, Asmodeus did not forget his most important task. His left arm, which was still stuck in the passage of the Gate to Hell, had already stretched out halfway, with only a small section of forearm and hand remaining before descending into the Ferman World.

However, what Asmodeus did not expect was that just as He left his own plane, a group of uninvited guests visited His vast hellish world at the same time.

Clatter!!

Archmage Brand lightly stepped on the flat ground of Nessus Hell, which had no undulations, gazing into the distance at the barren ground where no plants or animals existed.

Occasionally, a plume of smoke rises high from the ground, which is an active volcano hidden in a canyon erupting with flames. There is also the endless river of lava, bringing light to this dark world, rolling along the riverbed, constantly tumbling out clusters of blazing flames. Countless canyons and ravines, like winding giant snakes, run through and crisscross the horizon, and no one knows what dangers are hidden in these deep canyons.

The water-like mirror behind the six powerful mages slowly closed, meaning that they would have no retreat at this time.

After exiting the portal, the archmages added various shield spells to themselves, and then their figures slowly merged with this plane world. Unless observed at close range, it is difficult for anyone to notice the traces of these few people.

"Let's go, set off!!"

Council Speaker Brand's face is almost invisible at this time, but under each other's mental power, it is still possible to see a rough outline. When his voice rang out, shallow footprints appeared on this dry, black-brown land, heading towards a certain direction in the center of the plain.

From time to time, patrolling teams of flying devils passed over their heads, but did not find any clues. This is also the reason why Brand and the others did not use their legendary abilities to fly directly.

Along a canyon entrance, slowly delving deeper, Brand, Loren, and other archmages occasionally stopped, taking out magical tools to observe and identify the direction.

Nessus Hell is a mysterious plane. When the Lord of the Nine Hells, Asmodeus, is sitting in Nessus Hell, almost no outsiders dare to set foot here. Even those alien plane merchants who claim to be able to trade with the gods dare not get involved.

"Going forward along this canyon, we will pass through the Sharp Tooth Canyon, and then arrive at the Serpent's Coil. At the end of the Serpent's Coil is Asmodeus's palace, the Fortress of Nessus."

'The Knower' Angela Levy is the only woman in the team, and also the most knowledgeable of the six archmages, known as the human-shaped library of the Eternal Truth Council.

With bright eyes and a beautiful face, she took out a parchment map, which was the council's countless years of gathering from various books, relics, and exchanging knowledge with strong people from alien planes, piecing together a map of Nessus Hell.

"Our target is deep in the underground of the Fortress of Nessus."

"However, the Sharp Tooth Canyon and Serpent's Coil ahead of us are both places where devils gather. Everyone must be prepared to forcibly break through at any time!!"

"Hehe, it's still little An who is careful!"

Basim Kay, the 'Wind Whisperer,' a middle-aged man with brown hair, whose age looks similar to Angela, has been harboring feelings for Angela. Everyone present is well aware of his intentions, and even after hundreds of years of testing, his heart has not wavered, but he is still unable to move the bright female companion in front of him.

"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense, let's quickly find the target and complete the mission!"

Although Angela's expression was calm, Brand still knew that she was somewhat impatient with Basim's entanglement for hundreds of years. Otherwise, she would not have been in seclusion all these years, researching experiments and delving into new spell models.

The main cities and fortresses of the Nessus devils are all in these wide and deep canyons. As they moved deeper into the canyon, the traces left by the devils gradually increased, as well as countless lands painstakingly reclaimed by the natives of the plane, planting many hellish plants that human spellcasters could not identify for a while.

Perhaps this time, the source of the devil legion soldiers led by Moloch are warriors directly under Asmodeus of Nessus Hell, so the frequency of devil soldiers that Brand and his party encountered along the way does not seem to be so frequent, allowing them to pass through those devil towns without any surprises.

When passing through the Sharp Tooth Canyon, they did see the figures of several Pit Fiends, Ice Devils, and War Devils, overlooking and patrolling their territory from the sky, guarding the safety of the canyon.

Carefully shuttling through the mental domain of legendary-level devils, several devil powerhouses felt some strangeness, and Brand and the others were almost exposed, but they calmly and steadily dealt with it, and finally left the territory of the Sharp Tooth Canyon step by step.

Serpent's Coil is a geographical feature where a cableway spirals down into a deep, ink-black abyss. It is said that when Asmodeus fell from the Upper Realm to Hell, he created this treacherous place on the plains of Nessus by force.

Later, Asmodeus built his palace, forever hidden in darkness, in the deepest part of the Serpent's Coil.

At the edge of Serpent's Coil, Grand Mages Brand and his companions did not cast any spells, because spells have subtle magical fluctuations and would interfere with the obscuring effects on their bodies. Therefore, they had to rely on alchemical tools to glide down into the abyss.

As gliders made from the membranous wings of darkwing bats were spread out on the ground, several strands of spider silk connected one end of the glider to the bodies of the Grand Mages. Without any hesitation, the six mages jumped directly into the spiraling Serpent's Coil without even a frown.

Without the need to use magic, the darkwing bat's membranous wings themselves possessed the innate abilities of wind breaking and concealment, allowing the figures of the legendary mages to not reveal any sound even when in mid-air. Coupled with the concealment effects on their bodies, this seemingly bold action was actually a skillful maneuver that the Grand Mages had practiced countless times in the Ice Country.

Deeper in the abyss, there were more orange-red lights. Each light represented a powerful Abyssal Pit Fiend, stationed in the defense zone of the abyss. In addition to the Abyssal Pit Fiends, there were also high-level existences such as Ice Devils, Bone Devils, and War Devils. Their only task was to guard the magnificent palace deep in the abyss—the Fortress of Nessus.

"…"

An Abyssal Pit Fiend sensed something was amiss. When it looked up to observe, it gained nothing. Just as it was about to contact its colleagues in other defense zones, a violent explosion suddenly came from the cliffs above Serpent Valley, causing Serpent Valley to tremble.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!"

One Abyssal Pit Fiend after another soared into the sky, flying towards the source of the explosion. At the same time, countless high-level devils gathered into attack formations, climbing towards the exploding cliffs. Of course, even in this sudden situation, many devils still stood their ground, unaffected by the outside world, and even became more vigilant due to the commotion above Serpent's Coil.

"Boom!!!!"

Above Serpent's Coil, a fierce battle unfolded. It turned out that before descending into Serpent's Coil, Brand and the other wealthy Grand Mages had already placed many powerful magic constructs at the landing point—Iron Golems comparable to high-level devils, Diamond Golems that could briefly confront legendary powerhouses, and so on. Like a well-trained army, they helped Brand and his companions attract the attention of countless devils.

Of course, each magic construct meant an equivalent weight in gems, and the Diamond Golems that could confront legends were worth the accumulated wealth of a medium-sized force for generations. Now, they had become cannon fodder for Brand and his companions to attract attention, a truly astonishing feat.

The fierce battle did not disappoint Brand and his companions. With fewer devils guarding, many blind spots had been opened in the defense system within the abyss, allowing Brand and his group to safely land at a hidden spot.

"Damn rats!!"

Just as Brand and his companions were feeling fortunate, the dark ground suddenly bulged, and a Hell Worm resembling a sandworm directly broke through the ground, immediately disrupting Brand and his companions' hiding place.

Then, the gazes of a group of devils were attracted over. When they discovered the six human figures of Brand and his companions, they roared and howled, brandishing their weapons and launching a charge.

"Leave this to me, you go!!"

Without much action, Basim stepped forward. A dazzling staff that suddenly appeared in his hand instantly unleashed a magical halo, and a powerful tornado immediately formed, sweeping towards the devils charging at them.

"Alright, be careful yourself!!"

In fact, these words were superfluous. Everyone knew that being exposed in the Fortress of Nessus at this time, it would not be easy for them to escape.

Before, just the figures of the Abyssal Pit Fiends who flew into the sky to investigate the commotion on the cliffs of Serpent's Coil numbered at least a hundred, which meant that at least a hundred legendary-level devils were stationed here. No matter how powerful a spellcaster was, they could not match a hundred times the number of experts of the same level, otherwise they would be too heaven-defying!

Actively choosing to stay behind to cover the retreat actually meant that Basim had chosen to sacrifice himself. Brand and his companions did not have too much sentimentality about the choice their companion had made, because every minute was extremely important to everyone, and they could not let their companion's sacrifice become meaningless because of unnecessary emotions.

After uttering those words, a pigeon-egg-sized ruby on Brand's robe directly shattered, and a pale white fireball was casually waved out by him before it could even take shape, landing in the still raging tornado.

Boom!!!!

The small fireball merged with the dozens of meters high tornado, instantly turning into a long, twisting pillar of fire. Countless high-level devils swept into the tornado were already struggling against the wind blades, but when the red-white flames burned their bodies, screams rang out on the spot, and the scene was extremely horrifying.

After doing all of this, Brand had already stepped into the teleportation portal created by Lorren. With a flash, the figures of the five of them disappeared from Basim's sight.

"Hahaha, you hellish trash, enjoy the roar of the wind!!"

Basim had no more worries. He waved the staff in his hand, displaying profound patterns, silently chanting lengthy incantations, and activating and shattering the gems on his legendary robe. Countless magics appeared out of thin air, turning this deep valley into an ocean of magic.

Pfft!!

Space shattered out of thin air, and then five figures landed one after another. Just as they breathed a sigh of relief, a troop of devil armies attacked in the direction they were in, as well as the tall and strong Pit Fiends, Ice Devils, and other powerhouses, exuding a strong power, rushing straight at their position.

"Go!!"

Anhella's robe moved automatically without wind, gently pushing away the four people behind her. A cloud of thick fog appeared around her. After a breath, ice crystal arrows flew directly out of the fog, swiftly piercing into the troop of devils, directly penetrating through their bodies.

This time, it was Anhella who took the initiative to cover the retreat. Brand and the others could only let out a soft cry, and then took the sheepskin map thrown by Anhella, and left without looking back. Once again, a series of strong magical fluctuations came from behind, along with frequent impacts and explosions.

After several teleports in succession, they finally arrived in front of the deep palace of the Fortress of Nessus. The number of human mage team had also changed from the previous six to a mere two.

"Your Excellency, the next journey will have to depend on you. It is an honor to work with you!! May Truth endure forever!!"

While the devil soldiers and powerhouses guarding the palace were still on their way, 'Helm of Space' Lorren bowed slightly, making a final farewell with the most solemn etiquette between mages.

"Your sacrifices will definitely not be in vain, my friend!! May Truth endure forever!!"

Brand returned the same solemn salute to Lorren, with many emotions in his eyes, but they could not conceal the most firm belief in their hearts.

Just as Brand slowly approached the heavy gate of the Fortress of Nessus, Lorren slowly closed the gate with the Hand of the Mage, and the staff in his hand bloomed with brilliant light, uttering a slogan that shook the space: "In the name of Lorren Wilson, under the witness of Eternal Truth, summon the descendants of the ancient earth bloodline…"

Lightning flashed across the sky, tearing apart the space. An ancient creature as tall as dozens of meters was summoned. When it revealed its thick body and arms, a gentle breeze suddenly appeared in the entire hellish space, out of place with this purgatory-like environment.

"I say Lorren, this is your last time summoning me. From now on, the contract between us will… Damn your mom, where the hell did you summon me to??"

Ancient Storm Giant Elder Sarnaxis Frutus originally wanted to make a few jokes, and contact his old friend Lorren, who summoned him to reality, but after seeing the situation in front of him, a wrinkled giant face was immediately frightened, and his facial features were tightly locked together, and the image was particularly embarrassed.

"Hahaha, my old friend, today is our last time fighting side by side…'

Lorren casually teased his old friend's unbearable image, and with a gentle wave of his hand, the bodies of dozens of high-level devils suddenly broke, as if they had been cut by some extremely sharp invisible artifact, without even a chance to react.

In the distant abyss, there were still faint magical fluctuations, accompanied by gradually sparse explosions and vibrations, which made Lorren know that besides himself, there were still other companions persisting.

In the main hall of the Fortress of Nessus, no other devil can enter without the permission of the Lord of the Nine Hells, so after entering the castle, Brand became more secure instead.

After fumbling around in the main hall, with a click, a secret door opened from under the magnificent throne in the main hall. As if he had expected it, Brand directly cast several powerful spells on himself, and then strode slowly down the pitch-black secret passage.

No one could have imagined that there would be a hidden world beneath the castle. Originally, the Fortress of Nessus stood in the very center of the Serpent Coil Deep Valley's plain. The Serpent Coil already stretched downwards for over ten thousand meters, yet at this deepest point, there was still a massive natural cave existing beneath the Fortress of Nessus.

Within the cave, streams exuding a chilling aura converged, merging into a small lake. The lake's water source was constant, yet its level never seemed to increase or decrease. The streams flowing into it vanished as if swallowed by an invisible behemoth, maintaining the lake's height.

Legend has it that in the Nessus Hell, each great canyon hides a tributary of the River Styx, and these countless tributaries eventually converge to form the main trunk of the River Styx, traversing countless planar walls and connecting various abyssal planes.

And at the convergence of these tributaries, the Wall of the Faithless, praised by countless people but never truly seen in its original form, stood silently beside the River Styx for countless millennia, imprisoning the faithless who flowed along the river within its walls, subjecting them to eternal torment.

Finally, on this day, a mortal was about to appear before this legendary divine object.

In the lake formed by the convergence of countless Styx River waters, a small island stood abruptly. Brand narrowed his sharp eyes, gazing into the distance at the high wall erected on the island.

On the lake's surface, soulless husks floated and sank, some being pulled and dragged towards the island by an invisible force. The soulless souls seemed to instinctively sense danger, waving their arms blankly, trying to grab onto any nearby straw. Other soul husks sank deeper into the lake, these being the evil souls from myriad planes seduced by devils and demons, destined to become either a devil's treasure or a demon's dessert.

"Snak..."

Brand produced a magnificent mithril staff, the pure crystal at its top, the size of a human head, exceptionally dazzling. Without Brand's force to activate it, it automatically emitted a faint milky white light, dispelling the darkness in the vast cave.

Clap!!

A barbed devil, its true name controlled, holding a pole, was summoned before Brand using the power of the contract.

"My master, what does your loyal servant need to do?"

The waters of the River Styx were not only icy cold, but most objects could not float on them. Even legendary-level levitation could not cross its surface. Therefore, Brand and the others had long prepared a ferryman devil servant.

"Take me across this Lake of the Styx, and I will grant you freedom!!"

Brand ignored the cunning and treacherous look in the barbed devil's eyes, pointing to the distant island.

"Yes, Master!"

An old boat, hidden by the barbed devil in an unknown place, appeared on the icy lake as soon as it thought of it. The barbed devil's eyes flickered, as if it had already guessed where it was, and thoughts raced through its mind, one insidious idea after another.

Bang!!

When the barbed devil's large head exploded like a watermelon, the countless schemes in its heart had no chance of being carried out. Brand only needed the small boat, and no human or devil was needed to do anything else.

"Jie jie jie, finally a living being has arrived!!!"

The island looked small from afar, but when Brand spent more than two magic hours rowing across the lake and reaching the central island, he discovered that the island was at least a dozen miles wide.

A strong pit fiend commander, flying high in the air, overlooked the tiny human slowly approaching, then greeted Brand with a faint look of joy.

"Ha, a mage from the material plane, how dazzling your soul is, I can't help but want to swallow it in one bite!!"

Pit Fiend Commander Khounser was the first pit fiend created by Asmodeus using the blood from his own body. For countless millennia, he had loyally guarded the Wall of the Faithless beneath the Fortress of Nessus, so that the great master could study this miraculous object created by the ancient gods at any time.

Khounser didn't know how powerful he was. He only knew that apart from the great master, he had never encountered anyone who could defeat him, not even those so-called lords of Hell.

Khounser had spent endless time in this dark and silent cave. The darkness and solitude had tempered his will and spirit, while also refining his body. With just a casual probe forward, the violent wind from his palm was comparable to a level 7 wind spell, causing Brand's robe to rustle.

"SPO... TOK..."

The high wall carved with countless faces and emitting a faint gray light, and the mysterious qualities that exuded a strong soul attraction, along with the shrill wails of souls beside his ears, all proclaimed to Brand how extraordinary this seemingly ordinary gray-white stone wall was.

For countless years, the dream of countless powerful scholars walking on the path of seeking truth was unfolding before Brand, how could he not be excited? Facing the pit fiend commander's attack, Brand did not hesitate to retaliate, a powerful fiery storm directly engulfing the island.

"Fire? How dare they harm their king??"

The pit fiend's body was like a magnet, countless fire elements were directly absorbed into his body, a layer of faint white flame slowly burning, then turning light blue. The space became distorted under the scorching heat of the flames, cracking fine lines, then slowly being restored by the space.

A battle between a mortal and a god was about to begin, but no one knew.

In the Mingxi City Palace, Sylvanus, transformed into a treant, faltered in his fierce and powerful attacks when his celestial kingdom was heavily damaged, and was instead turned around by Moloch, whom he had previously suppressed and beaten.

Orange-red flames burned on the body of the abyss pit fiend, and a patch of char and white smoke could be generated on the treant's body on the spot. Regardless of his image, Moloch's weapons had long been lost in the previous fight. At this time, he used animal-like limbs and a sharp, ferocious, sharp tooth to leave marks on the trunk of Sylvanus's treant form.

Countless golden blood splattered, and Sylvanus's spirit further weakened. His divine kingdom in the endless starry sky was collapsing bit by bit because it lacked the guidance of the main body's wisdom in the face of the gradually expanding and intensifying black hole.

The collapse of the divine kingdom was fed back to Sylvanus's will and incarnation, which further weakened his strength. The will from Besilmer firmly bound him in this oak tree. The incarnation that he used to control as he pleased had now become Sylvanus's solid cage. If Besilmer's body were to perish at this time, then Sylvanus's will bound within would also fall into slumber and return to the celestial kingdom.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Sylvanus, didn't you tell me to roll back to Nessus? It seems that you are more embarrassed than I am now!!"

Asmodeus's left palm finally appeared in the Feywild world little by little under his pulling action.

In the sky, countless flashes of lightning sent fierce electric shocks to Asmodeus, but they were all resisted by Asmodeus's tough body. The will from the world seemed to sense the greatest threat to its birth since its birth, driving the power of nature to completely eliminate Asmodeus.

Sylvanus struggled to raise his hand, and a left arm transformed into a giant python, coiling all the way down Moloch's neck, drumming up the divine power that was constantly dissipating in his body, and firmly binding him. Looking around, his mental power was also slowly weakening, and he could no longer cover the space within a hundred miles as before. There was no expected support. The closest were the dozen or so legends from the Wilderness Alliance, but they were blocked by the pit fiends, war devils, and ice devils, unable to provide support.

Of course, even if these guys took action, I'm afraid it would be difficult to cause much damage to the Lord of the Nine Hells in front of him.

The incarnations of the gods who should have fought side by side with him have not appeared until now. It would be fine if the incarnations of the orc pantheon did not come, after all, they were facing demons who were no less numerous than the ice devils. However, none of the incarnations and elect of the human gods closest to the battlefield appeared, and the meaning behind it was worth pondering.

Thoughts flashed through Sylvanus's mind, calculating the gains and losses of the current situation. He still had a chance to escape and leave without caring about Asmodeus's arrival. But in the end, he couldn't make this decision, because he knew that as long as Asmodeus, this powerful enemy of nature, set foot in the material world, it would be a catastrophe for the Feywild world.

Although Sylvanus's usual style of doing things was indifferent and neutral, and even seemed a little cold-blooded at times, when it really came to nature and the myriad creatures of the Feywild world, the compassionate emotions he showed, his love for natural creatures, were filled with the most beautiful emotions in the world.

There was no time to savor the beautiful moments of the long years, nor was there any need to contemplate gains and losses. Sylvanas seemed to return to the moment of his original apotheosis, to the moment when he made a promise to nature.

“Asmodeus, you’re daydreaming!!!”

The giant python that his left arm had transformed into expanded and contracted intermittently. Sylvanas struggled to maintain the restraint of his left arm. Then, as the final decision settled in his heart, he unhesitatingly dragged Moloch’s massive body and ferociously crashed towards Asmodeus.

“Get back to your hell!!!”

Born of the world, I represent nature; the meaning of life is never limited to ‘me.’

A dazzling color that could not be described in words flashed in the sky. The light flashed and disappeared, followed by violent hurricanes that formed in an instant, ravaging the ruins of Mingxi City. The ground cracked piece by piece, and the continuous tremors spread thousands of miles away, still with lingering effects. Countless creatures struggled in the tremors as if facing a great enemy.

Closer by, Mauro and his 8-9 goblin warriors struggled to maintain their balance, running through the turbulent ground, while quickly unfastening the heavy armor on their bodies and discarding it randomly on the battlefield. Behind them, the flat land churned constantly, as if giant beasts were arching beneath the surface. At this moment, no one cared about the surrounding enemies. There were even devils and wilderness warriors mixed together, maintaining a peaceful posture, and rushing towards the distance.

In Mingxi City, a mushroom cloud that shot high into the sky dispersed the dark clouds that had shrouded the sky for more than ten days. The bright sun shone on the ground again, but at this moment, the sunlight shining down seemed a little pale, as if silently weeping.

In the Fayne world, all the forest trees began to dance wildly without wind, and the leaves on the branches withered one by one; in the gardens, the petals of the vibrant flowers fell piece by piece; flocks of birds flew up, circling endlessly in the sky, uttering shrill wails.

Countless powerhouses seemed to feel a deep sense of love and attachment, and couldn't help but feel a burst of sad emotions in their hearts, as if a kind elder had passed away and could no longer protect them.

In the sky, the stars suddenly burst into brilliant light. Even in the daytime, the scene of the stars twinkling could be clearly seen, as if they were watching a respectable powerhouse leave the stage.

“Alas~~~”

At the end of the River Styx, a lonely figure sighed deeply.

In the Harvest Month of the Ogli Calendar, 13365, the core of the natural divine system, the Father of the Oak, Sylvanas of great divine power, detonated his divine body to annihilate the Duke of Hell, Moloch, destroyed the Gate of Hell, disrupted the plan of Asmodeus, Lord of the Nine Hells, to descend upon the Fayne world, and banished him back to Nessus, the Ninth Hell, while severely injuring the main body of the Lord of the Nine Hells, with unknown injuries.

Just as Sylvanas made the decision to self-detonate, the battle between the Saint-level Archmage Brand and the Demon Commander Quenther, who was comparable to a god, turned the isolated island surrounded by the waters of the River Styx into an ocean of raging flames. As both were masters proficient in fire magic, many of Brand’s methods were directly weakened by more than half in front of Quenther, while his opponent Quenther could still rely on his unbelievably powerful physical body to launch one fierce attack after another against Brand.

The semi-divine robe was already tattered, and the gems inlaid on the robe were also reduced to powder because the spells stored within them had been exhausted. Brand's mental power was gradually depleted. The power of each spell he cast was comparable to that of an 8th-level spell or higher. Even though he was already the top existence in the Fayne world, he still had too many shortcomings compared to a god.

Seeing that all his methods had little effect in front of the demon, and the target was so close yet seemed so far away, Brand thought of the sacrifices of his previous companions, and the preparations and planning of his predecessors over countless years. His deep eyes finally radiated light again.

“I can’t let your expectations fall through like this!!!”

A gentle smile suddenly appeared on Brand's face, and at the same time, an unknown alchemical tool that looked very threatening and powerful appeared in his hand. This was a piece of energy core of immense power that the predecessors of the Eternal Truth Council had scavenged from precious materials in the Fayne world and various planes, and exchanged for it from the City of Sigil.

Legend has it that in an ancient world called Faerûn, a magical kingdom established by the Netherese created a mysterious alchemical tool called the Mythallar, ushering in an era of competing with the gods.

At this moment, the cyan crystal body in Brand's hand, which was almost as tall as a person, was the alchemical tool called the Mythallar.

“Fire expels ignorance and barrenness, and can also grant mortals freedom and liberation!!!”

Brand muttered to himself. Regardless of whether the opponent in front of him could understand what he was saying, the countless churning fire elements on the island seemed to have found their home, and poured into Brand’s nasal cavity and mouth. In an instant, Brand’s body, like Quenther’s, burst into flames. However, the flames burning on Quenther were inclined towards a dark blue, while the flames on Brand’s body emitted a golden light. At this moment, he was like a true god.

“Eternal Sun!!!”

The legendary magic created by Brand himself finally revealed its violent posture at this moment. The price paid for turning the entire mortal body into a blazing sun in the sky was that Brand's bones and flesh turned into white bones in a short moment, and finally turned into bright crystals. With each step forward, drops of crystal like tears flowed on the ground.

“You’re committing suicide!!!”

The Demon Commander Quenther finally showed a few traces of fear on his face at this moment, and even dared not personally experience the power of this legendary magic. He directly gave way to Brand, allowing this scorching fireball, which was comparable to the sunlight of the sun in the sky, to directly hit the Wall of the Faithless.

Rumble!!!

Quenther, who thought he had avoided the most powerful magic of the human mage, only saw an eternal sun burning on the Wall of the Faithless, which seemed to exist forever, when he looked back. In the fireball, the cyan crystal gradually bloomed with light.

The aftermath of the legendary spell could barely be supported by Quenther, but unfortunately, the area of the island was not large at this time, which forced him to face the aftermath of the spell directly, otherwise it would not be as embarrassing as it is now.

However, when the Mythallar began to unleash its infinite energy, the entire island was completely annihilated. The miracle created by the ancient gods, like Quenther, became one of the thousands of dust in the cave in a short moment.

Rumble!!! Rumble!!!

The cyan beam of light expanded outwards. The vast and calm River Styx finally set off a huge wave at this moment. More than half of the waters of the River Styx directly evaporated. This hidden lake, hidden deep in the Fortress of Nessus, finally turned into a small puddle.

In the Fortress of Nessus, Asmodeus, whose robe was torn into strips and no longer had a single ruby or black diamond, finally escaped back from the Fayne world in a mess, relying on his artifact-level robe, as well as his powerful magic and physical body.

The self-detonation of a god is not a child's play. Even if this god is riddled with holes and his strength is not what it used to be, Asmodeus could not help but feel a trace of fear in his eyes, which had always been in control of the situation, when he recalled the previous scene.

Just as the Lord of the Nine Hells began to calculate what they, the devils, could take advantage of in the Fayne world after losing the powerful god, the Father of the Oak, the solid palace began to shake the earth and the mountains. Asmodeus, who was roaring and flying into the sky, was about to loudly reprimand the surrounding devils when a thick cyan beam of light suddenly rose under his feet, sticking to his body and rushing straight into the hellish sky.

“Fuck!!!!!”

The vast Fortress of Nessus turned into ashes in front of the Lord of the Nine Hells and ceased to exist, leaving a deep pit on the ground.

Hovering in front of the empty pit, the Lord of the Nine Hells was on the verge of tears. The castle still contained the high-quality souls and precious materials that he had accumulated over countless years!!!

What else can be said? All the preparations have been made, the chaotic wilderness era is coming, and the Natural Temple, which has lost its backbone, will inevitably need more powerhouses to join in order to resist the existences hiding in the dark and about to reveal their ferocious faces!!!