Chapter 463

Chapter 463: The Dusk Song of the Fallen Gods

The Conjuror watched as his eyeball was held in the Fighting God’s grasp and then crushed, erasing all traces of his existence, filling him with intense rage.

With the Life Force of a true god, as long as he wasn’t inflicted with rule-infused wounds that erased his existence at its core, recovering from injuries was incredibly easy.

Even a single thought could completely restore all his injuries.

However, if an enemy used the power of rules to erase a specific part of him or if that power invaded his body and caused widespread destruction, that would be a serious problem.

Last time, when he was surrounded and attacked by true god puppets controlled by the Star God, he suffered from rule-infused wounds.

Healing after returning was extremely difficult.

With the help of several colleagues and spending a significant amount of resources, he had to enter the Life Source Pool for healing, slowly repairing the damage to his body.

And now… he faced misfortune once again!

“You’ll pay for this!”

The Conjuror roared in fury, unleashing a terrifying surge of power throughout his body.

Then, under the Fighting God’s disdainful gaze, the Conjuror transformed into countless clones, scattering in every direction to escape.

“Do you really think you can escape?”

The Fighting God’s blood-colored spear erupted with endless divine light, and with a powerful strike, it unleashed its full force.

In the next moment, the blood-colored spear pierced through the Conjuror’s true self with pinpoint accuracy.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Around him, most of the Conjuror’s clones instantly disintegrated.

But hundreds of clones remained, each containing a strong Life Force, fleeing in every direction.

Clearly, among the countless clones the Conjuror had unleashed, these hundreds also held traces of divine essence.

Even if his true self fell, as long as one clone survived, the Conjuror would not die.

“You dare play the clone game in front of me?”

“I don’t know if you’re truly foolish or just utterly clueless!”

The Fighting God took a single step, and the world seemed to shift around him.

Immediately, a swarm of battle clones surged from every direction.

In the paths where the Conjuror’s clones fled, countless battle clones armed with long spears waited, smirking as they prepared to trap their prey.

At that moment, fueled by his overwhelming power, the Fighting God completely dominated the Conjuror!

There was no need for the Star God’s true god puppets to step in!

“How pathetic…”

Suddenly, a soft, mocking voice echoed through the air.

Before the words faded, a handsome young man dressed in white, his black hair flowing in the wind, stepped out of the void.

With a casual wave of his hand, the blood-colored spear piercing the Conjuror’s body began to tremble.

Across from him, the Fighting God focused his will and summoned all his strength, forcing the blood-colored spear to return to his control!

“Whoosh!”

The blood-colored spear turned into a streak of light, veering back into the Fighting God’s hand just as it neared the man in white.

“This Artifact, the true weapon of the Fighting God, isn’t something traitors like you can trample on!”

The Fighting God hovered in the air, spear in hand, pointing it directly at the man in white.

“Fighting God…”

The man in white muttered softly, then shook his head slightly.

“If you were on the territorial battlefield, under the protection of the old-timers in the Fighting God’s legion, I wouldn’t dare treat you this way.

“In fact, I’d have to show you respect.”

As he spoke, the man in white focused his mind, freezing the space around him.

In the next moment, the one-eyed Conjuror floated back to his side.

At the same time, the battle clones that had been chasing the Conjuror began to dissolve on their own.

“But this isn’t the territorial battlefield!”

The man in white looked at the Fighting God, seemingly in no rush to act, and said calmly, “Besides, you’re only a Demigod.

“It seems you’re still a step away from being a true god.”

“And it’s these small differences that will seal your defeat today!”

The Fighting God’s eyes narrowed, and he sneered, “So, if I were a true god, you wouldn’t dare to show up?”

The man in white remained unshaken, replying evenly, “Of course not. As a true god, even I wouldn’t be confident enough to outmatch you or keep you in check.”

He hadn’t forgotten the Fighting God’s legendary feats in the Eighth Era.

But that was the Eighth Era!

Now, it’s the Ninth Age!

“Where’s the Star God?”

The man in white’s gaze sharpened as he crossed time and space, locking eyes with the Star God, who stood at the rear of the celestial battlefield.

“You didn’t kill this worthless trash on the spot just to lure me out, did you?”

“Well, here I am!”

“So, where are the rest of you?”

As his words faded, starlight began to shimmer around them.

In an instant, the Star God’s true self appeared beside the Fighting God.

At the same time, the Wind God, Shadow God, God of Fate, God of Freedom, God of Frenzy, and a host of other divine fate bearers descended, following the Star God’s arrival.

In the next two hundred years, with the help of the Great God of Wealth, these divine fate bearers would all ascend to true godhood!

For now, aside from the fallen Great God of Wealth, only the Fighting God, with his unmatched strength, remained a Demigod.

“Tsk tsk tsk!”

The man in white said with great interest, "The gift you’ve prepared for me is truly impressive!"

"Since your gift is so valuable, I’ll return the favor with an equally grand gift of my own!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gray divine ring suddenly appeared behind the man in white.

"Boom!"

A gray lightning bolt illuminated the sky, and under the radiant light of the divine ring, powerful true gods began to emerge behind the man in white.

Each one was incredibly strong!

Each one radiated brilliance in all directions!

Among them, twelve were dressed in white battle robes similar to the man in white, with special emblems embroidered on their chests.

It was clear that these twelve true gods were from the God of Theater Legion.

There was also one with a mysterious aura, subtly connected to Li Wenze’s energy in the mysterious realm, from the God of Fate Legion.

The remaining two, judging by their faint auras, were from the Star Army and the Wind God Legion respectively.

These were the top-level defensive forces of the territorial battlefield!

"Fifteen, plus you, plus the Conjuror—seventeen true god-level traitors?"

The Star God’s expression remained unchanged as he asked, "Only seventeen?"

"Given the methods of the remnants and the infiltrations over the years, I expected more."

Just from the traitorous energy revealed today, he could tell what was happening with the frontline legion.

Were there also traitors in the Star Army?

What was the Star God of the Eighth Era doing?

Didn’t they have any countermeasures against the traitors?

But it didn’t matter; the Star Army, he could handle easily!

From his current perspective, the God of Theater Legion seemed to be the most compromised!

Hmm… Thinking from the worst angle, perhaps other legions were also heavily infiltrated.

It was just that they hadn’t died yet, and those traitors were afraid of being suppressed by divine authority upon arriving here, causing unexpected situations.

It seemed some of his suspicions were correct; for arrangements from previous eras, unless there was a deterrent control, one should never fully trust!

"Seventeen colleagues, that should be enough to take you on!"

The man in white elegantly bowed towards the Star God, his tone gradually becoming more fervent.

"Next, let us enjoy a piece from this era, titled… The Twilight of the Fallen Gods!"