Chapter 458

Chapter 458: Fortunately, the God of Theater Has Fallen

"Maybe I’m just overthinking things," Su Wen sighed softly to himself.

"Once I get back, I should find some way to unwind and relax."

The Star God offered comfort, "Life goes on, after all."

"And remember, you’re not alone—we’re here with you."

"Don’t stress too much. Look at how much better each sub-timeline has become because of your efforts."

"Remember when we were just fending off attacks from the Arrow Realm clans, and their strongest was only at Emperor Level?"

"Now, we’ve ascended to true god status, standing beyond the main realm, facing those cosmic traitors head-on."

"Even some true god-level traitors have fallen to us. That’s progress, isn’t it?"

As he spoke, the Star God turned his gaze forward.

"Look, the God of Wealth!"

"Every change in each sub-timeline is like a single drop of water."

"But when those drops come together, they form rivers, and those rivers flow back to create a vast, roaring ocean!"

"And that ocean’s fury can shake the heavens and earth!"

"Those traitor clans, betraying the cosmos, playing both sides—they’ll face their reckoning one day, at the hands of our allies."

"Every sacrifice in each sub-timeline means something."

"And if it means something, why fear the sacrifice?"

Just as he finished, a thunderous roar erupted from the distant battlefield.

"Boom————"

A sound like the birth of the universe exploded nearby.

Along with it came strange phenomena that filled the starry battlefield.

Dark clouds churned!

Echoes reverberated everywhere!

"The calamity clouds are here, Conjuror… it’s time."

The Star God spoke solemnly, "God of Wealth, at this moment, I invite you to witness a true god’s fall—a ceremony of honor."

"Honor the God of Theater!"

"Honor the heroes who, for a century, have fought tirelessly for humanity!"

"And honor those companions who ventured into the unknown across different realms, only to meet their end!"

…

Meanwhile, on the other side.

"My rules of the art of theater are crumbling—why haven’t you acted yet?"

The Conjuror was frantically sending messages while fending off attacks from the Fighting God and the twelve true god puppets.

Opposite him, the Fighting God, working in tandem with the twelve true god puppets, launched precise strikes from every direction, relentlessly targeting the Conjuror.

Every second, the Conjuror’s powerful divine body sustained new rule-infused wounds. These wounds, laced with the power of rules, carried a devastating impact. Even with his formidable true god body and immense Life Force, it would take a long time for him to heal such injuries.

Under the relentless assault of opponents of equal strength, healing mid-battle was utterly impossible for the Conjuror! Only the Fighting God and his subordinates could pull off such a feat!

The Conjuror’s strength lay in his seemingly endless array of tricks and illusions. Yet, against the Fighting God, these usually foolproof tactics seemed to lose their edge.

No matter how cunning his schemes or how clever his misdirection, the Fighting God always managed to pinpoint his true self, cutting through the chaos to deliver a devastating blow with full force!

Adding to his woes, the twelve true god puppets surrounding him, controlled remotely by the Star God, rendered his survival tactics ineffective and feeble.

Though he had faced the Star God’s coordinated attacks before, the Star God was nowhere near as powerful back then.

In short, the Conjuror was in dire straits!

After exhausting thousands of meticulously prepared escape methods, he finally gave up and urgently sent a message to his commanding officer.

Every escape route he tried was blocked! None of his efforts worked!

Each time he attempted to flee, the Fighting God and the true god puppets intercepted him before he could even begin, leaving his divine body, soul, and divine essence battered and bruised.

"Useless!" came the scathing reply.

"I sent you to lure out the Star God, and look at the mess you’re in now!"

"Getting beaten up by a mere Demigod Level Fighting God? Pathetic!"

"Never mind. I never expected much from you in the first place."

"At least the God of Theater has already fallen. Otherwise, things would be even worse!"

"Go! Lure the Fighting God to the outskirts of the celestial battlefield. While you can’t kill him, suppressing him shouldn’t be an issue!"

Upon receiving the message, the Conjuror didn’t dare hesitate and immediately adjusted his strategy.

But no matter how subtle his changes, the moment his intentions shifted, the Fighting God saw right through him, no matter how many layers of deception he tried to weave.

"Star God, this dog is trying to lead me to the outer celestial front line," the Fighting God transmitted.

"Clearly, there’s a trap waiting for me there."

The Star God’s expression remained calm as he replied, "No matter. Play along with his plan. Let him think he’s in control."

"Understood," the Fighting God responded.

With the Star God’s reply, the Fighting God had a clear understanding of the situation. The Star God’s words had already given him the answer he needed.

At the edge of the celestial battlefield, the Star God had set up multiple layers of defenses!

If the enemy dared to target him there, they would surely not return alive!

"The God of Theater’s offering—is one true god really enough?"

A thought crossed the God of Fighting’s mind.

He continued his assault without pause, unleashing a barrage of extraordinary abilities and laws of battle, just as he had during the previous siege.

But in truth, he had subtly begun to coordinate with the Conjuror.

A true God of Fighting, if even the slightest change on the battlefield could be detected by the Conjuror, would not deserve his title.

He admitted he wasn’t as skilled as his comrades in other areas—that was an undeniable fact.

But in combat, if he claimed second place, no one would dare claim first!

Not even the Star God!

"God of Wealth, refine these first."

On the other side, the Star God handed a space bracelet to Su Wen.

"Inside are the monetary systems that have allied with our human alliance over the years."

"Currencies from all races are stored here."

"Considering the value of the monetary system, I’ll only take a one-time fee of one-third."

"Unless you use it, I won’t ask for more."

"Even though you’re no longer in this Time and Space, we all know you’ll return in the future!"

"So gathering currency, whether from enemies or allies, has always been one of our top priorities!"

"There are tens of thousands of different currencies here."

"Absorb them first; I control the logistics, weapon storage, and resource storage of the celestial battlefield."

The Star God paused, then added gravely, "One more thing—when you resurrect the God of Theater, consult the river of time to see if we can revive him quietly."

"If the process is too noisy, it could lead to complications."

"Even if it costs us more resources, it’s worth it."

Su Wen nodded. "Understood, I’ll look into it."

"Buzz!"

At that moment, an aura, imperceptible to anyone but Su Wen, suddenly appeared.

In the next instant, Luobao materialized before them.

"God of Wealth, the River of Fate sends its greetings!"