Godslayer: After the Seraph rejected me, I ascended directly to the highest godhood.

The border of the Great Xia Dynasty, [Chennan Pass].

Under a sky filled with dark clouds, Poseidon, wielding the trident of the sea god, stirred up layers of water.

In an instant, a torrential downpour began, washing over the ground covered in corpses and blood.

"A bunch of ants, daring to defy the gods, how laughable!"

Eos, the goddess of dawn on Olympus, crushed the necks of two Night's Watchmen with her bare hands, spraying blood onto her gleeful face.

"Indeed, these humans are too weak to even defeat a god who guards the Heavenly Gate."

Upon hearing this, Eos's expression hardened. He turned to look at Hebe, the goddess of youth, and sneered, "You, the god of wine, are no better."

"Tch." The goddess of youth, Hebe, glanced at her disdainfully, turned and charged into the crowd, beginning a crushing massacre.

Eos seemed to have his competitive spirit ignited as well, "Then let's see who's stronger!"

In the sky battlefield, Garan repelled the two main gods who were besieging him. Looking at the scene of the slaughter of the low-level Olympian main gods on the ground, he couldn't help but frown.

The twelve Olympian gods were trapped in the sky battlefield. Although there were several human elites and special teams on the ground, they were still unable to withstand the hundreds of low-level gods.

But if I were to kill all the Olympian gods myself, would it affect Qiye?

A conflicted look appeared on Jialan's face as he glanced at Lin Qiye on the somersault cloud.

Seeing that he had his eyes closed, he did not participate in the battle.

Her face instantly darkened; it was obvious that Lin Qiye was asking Jiang Ye for help.

If Jiang Ye were to emerge, he would surely annihilate all the Olympian gods, allowing the dream cycle to continue.

Yeland said that the dream cycle could not be reversed, but she was very distressed to see the efforts of hundreds of millions of cycles destroyed in an instant.

She still harbored a sliver of hope that the war could bring the cycle of dreams back on track.

Because she knew that all of this was a dream, and only when Lin Qiye assimilated 'He' could the real world reappear.

As Garan looked at the Night Watchmen of Great Xia who were in trouble, he slowly lowered his raised hand, and rain dripped down his arm onto the charred ground, as if falling into a bottomless abyss.

Under the raging wind and torrential rain, the endless chill gradually extinguished the city's passion.

On the other side of the sky.

Two bright rays of sunlight shielded the area from the rain.

Holding the [Ama-no-Murakumo Sword], Wu Xiangnan looked at the person in front of him with great difficulty.

"The solar laws of Amaterasu, the goddess of Takamagahara, are nothing more than this."

Apollo, the sun god, stood atop his chariot of the sun, holding a lyre in his right hand, and spoke softly.

"Give up, human. I admire you for being able to become a god from a human."

"Leave now, and I won't kill you."

Apollo slowly put down his harp, a faint smile appearing on his handsome face.

Wu Xiangnan frowned. He could sense that Apollo had been holding back throughout the battle and didn't seem to intend to kill him.

He stared at Apollo for a moment, then slowly shook his head. "I am very grateful for your leniency, but behind me are millions of people in the Great Xia Dynasty. I... cannot retreat even a step."

"Why bother?" Apollo asked, sounding somewhat disappointed.

Wu Xiangnan pulled a badge from his pocket. "Do you know what this is?"

Apollo's senses swept over the text and images on the badge, and he asked in confusion, "What is it?"

"Protection and Faith!"

Wu Xiangnan gripped the badge tightly in his hand, and the [Ama-no-Murakumo Sword] rang out with a sword cry, like the cawing of a crow, extremely mournful.

"Death! It is as light as a feather, yet as heavy as Mount Tai."

"You only have two choices: either leave or walk over my dead body."

Apollo on the sun chariot paused, remaining silent for a long time, while the rain pattered down, as if it were some kind of countdown.

He finally picked up the longbow from the sun chariot, placing two fingers of his right hand on the bowstring.

"If we weren't on the battlefield, I would be very willing to be your friend."

"farewell."

As Apollo finished speaking, the longbow was drawn to its full extent, and a crimson arrow flew swiftly toward Wu Xiangnan as the two fingers were released.

The latter wielded the [Ama-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi], unleashing a crimson sword aura that illuminated the dark sky.

Bang!

The moment the crimson arrow collided with the sword energy, the arrow suddenly split into five, piercing Wu Xiangnan's chest.

Apollo sighed and turned his back to Wu Xiangnan, who had fallen to the ground.

"Shonan!"

On the ground, Luan Ping, the captain of the [Blue Rain] squad, saw this and his eyes turned bloodshot. Just as he was about to rush out...

A splinter pierced his heart.

"You dare to be distracted while fighting against me, you're courting death!" Mountain God Oria pulled out a wooden splinter, blood splattering everywhere, and looked at Luan Ping, who had fallen to the ground, with the eyes of someone looking at an ant.

The relentless rain lashed at Luan Ping's body, and [Blue Rain] remained in the rainy weather...

Zuo Qing, who had just killed a demigod, trembled violently upon seeing this scene.

He gritted his teeth, and in his bloodshot eyes, the image of the mountain god Oria was reflected.

hum!

A blur of motion tore through the rain as Zuo Qing swung his longsword.

With a flash of light, the smug smile on the mountain god Oria's face instantly vanished, his blue head separating from his body and crashing heavily to the ground.

Zuo Qing stared at Luan Ping's blood-stained corpse with trembling eyes, tears mingling with raindrops as they slid down her face.

He slowly turned his head, looking at the Olympian god rushing towards him from afar, his eyes burning with rage.

"Come on! You bunch of bastards!"

He roared and charged out.

In the aerial battlefield, Wu Xiangnan's fall distracted Shen Qingzhu, who was nearly pierced by Ares' spear.

Shen Qingzhu's wings trembled as she looked at Jialan, who was facing the goddess of agriculture and the goddess of the moon, her eyes filled with confusion.

He had fought against Jialan on the island of Guoyun.

Garan's true strength is no less than that of the Supreme God, so why...?

Shen Qingzhu recalled what Jialan had said about this world and Lin Qiye, and involuntarily gripped the twin swords in her hands tightly.

"Galan! I don't care what your reasons are! Now, show me your true strength!"

Jialan, who was engaging in a game of tai chi with the two main gods, looked at Shen Qingzhu upon hearing the sound, his expression slightly taken aback.

"I……"

"Are you going to watch them, these people who protect the Great Xia, die one by one?!" Shen Qingzhu roared, pointing at the Night Watchmen fighting desperately below.

Jialan fell silent, his eyes darting away.

She wanted to save them too, but what if something happened to Qiye...?

The dream world was already chaotic enough; if he were to intervene further, Qi Ye might...

A look of struggle crossed Jialan's face as he slowly closed his eyes. "I'm sorry!"

Upon hearing this, a look of disappointment flashed across Shen Qingzhu's eyes.

He knew this world was a dream, but each of these people who protected the Great Xia was a real individual.

If Garan refuses to intervene, these people...

Shen Qingzhu gripped her twin swords tightly, looked at Ares charging towards her, took a deep breath, and said, "Then let's fight to the death..."

"The Realm of Immortality, where all spirits are immortal!"

"Death has descended, to judge calamity!"

Suddenly, a voice that shook the very soul resounded from the heavens, echoing throughout the world.

The movements of the Olympian gods and the Night's Watch of Great Britain froze instantly, as if controlled by threads, unable to move an inch.

Everyone involuntarily looked up at the sky.

All I could feel was a rich life force and a chilling death aura filling the space.

The dead began to revive, and the battlefield between humans and gods was enveloped in countless deathly energies.

Before everyone's shocked eyes, a judgment platform formed from pitch-black death energy slowly took shape!