I opened an adventurer's guild in another world.

"Roar~!"

The summoned creatures around them erupted in eerie roars.

The number of summoned creatures then doubled, and these summoned shadows screamed as they charged toward the otherworldly gods in the center.

The summoned creatures possess only one god-tier attack skill: [King's Power]!

The otherworldly god, being chased by the summoned creatures, was utterly powerless to resist these suicidal attacks.

Even a mid-level god couldn't withstand so many false gods self-destructing.

Before long, the otherworldly gods who had been surrounded perished one after another.

In the end, Anno felt a surge of pleasure within him that was about to reach its peak, but it was stopped at the very last moment.

"Is this a sign of advancement to a mid-level god?"

Anno killed so many gods on the battlefield of World War III, including the high-ranking god-hunter Ereshkigal, and now he has hunted down dozens of gods on the battlefield of World War I.

This achievement is something that ordinary lower-level gods could not accomplish in decades or even centuries!

Anno was not surprised that he was about to break through to the lower god level.

The lack of a breakthrough now might simply be due to a lack of understanding of the laws of spiritual communication.

"Glug~!"

Looking at the ninth-tier summons surrounding them, the mid-level god Rossetti couldn't help but swallow hard.

In the past, if these mortals had dared to be so disrespectful to him, he would have killed them with a wave of his hand!

But for now, Rossetti resisted the risky idea of ​​killing these mortals.

Just a few minutes ago, these mortals were all lower-level gods exuding divine aura!

Moreover, there are quite a few genuine local gods on the periphery.

Having finally secured a chance to live by surrendering, there's no need to take any risks.

On the other side, Anno looked at the twelve remaining native gods in front of him, his gaze settling on Yekis, the god of ice and snow.

He saw Yekis seize the divine status of Amidorn.

"Could it be that he is the future second-generation Summoning God?!"

Anno's heart was stirred.

Historically, we are currently in the midst of World War I.

The war of the gods in Un'gomulos may have ended, but the flames of war that have spread to various planes cannot end at this moment.

The second generation of the Summoning God emerged at this time, launching an attack on various planes and initiating World War II, which affected gods and planes far more than World War I!

The person in front of you is the source of World War II!

A second-generation summoning god who will possess the ability to resurrect in the future.

Yekis felt Anno's burning gaze and his heart skipped a beat.

"Could this guy be trying to summon the divine essence of a god?!"

Although he thought this to himself, Yekis did not say it aloud, but instead began to introduce himself.

Anno had only just learned that the other person's real name was Yekis!

In order to leave a good impression on this second-generation being who could resurrect Liz in the future, Anno shook hands with him with a smile.

And Anno asked fate to bring Tifa to him so that she could use the Primal to heal the several gods who were seriously injured at the scene.

Unfortunately, Tifa has not yet reached the level of a mid-level god, and the healing effect of [Primordial] on Yekis and several other mid-level gods is not perfect.

Many of the mid-level gods are still seriously injured.

Tifa was drenched in sweat and could barely stand.

Clearly, there is a cost to using [Primordial].

Tifa cannot use Guardian indefinitely.

"Perhaps this is fate!"

A severely injured mid-level native god bowed to the crowd, then turned and left.

Anno frowned as she looked at the other person.

Yekis said with a sorrowful expression, "His divine essence is almost shattered, and his body is so badly injured, he probably... doesn't have much time left."

Anno instantly understood why the other person had left.

Knowing that he was doomed, he simply wanted to take advantage of his remaining mobility to go back and settle his affairs.

Then find a place to quietly await your demise.

Years from now, perhaps someone will find the place where he fell and call it a divine relic!

But Anno had no other options.

If even Tifa couldn't heal him, then he certainly couldn't.

Perhaps the protection of Ning Wen and Liu Rongrong after they become gods can help.

But they were still more than a thousand years later.

"Has the God of Summoning...fallen?"

Fate, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up and asked a question.