After handling the Golden Kingdom's followers, Truman arrived at the edge of the ancient god battlefield to observe.
At this stage, the ancient gods' battles had become profoundly abstract—a clash of authorities and intricate tactics.
Take the "Fooling" authority: its effects varied depending on the target, producing wildly different outcomes.
Such conceptual authorities were utterly extraordinary, even capable of feats like a supernova detonating in one's face.
"This is the might of gods!" Truman joined Medici, Leodero, and others, who dared not approach and watched from the periphery.
Their faction had a disruptive streak, and beneath the ancient gods' battlefield, numerous angels were still locked in combat.
Virtually every named angel and subordinate god was present—this was likely the most terrifying war in centuries.
Medici and Leodero's faces lit with fervor, itching to dive in, but Sasrir held them back firmly.
Yes, Sasrir was here the spark of this war —who would daring enough to participate?
"The ancient gods can't locate the Blasphemy Slate. The Demonic Wolf preempted the divine war, dragging all ancient gods into its quagmire," Sasrir murmured.
"A prophecy?" Truman's heart skipped, as if glimpsing a writer crafting a script.
"No, this will be history," Sasrir declared solemnly, not looking at Truman.
History… Thus, the Blasphemy Slate and the war's "trigger" became irrelevant.
Sasrir stared at the battlefield, seemingly seeking the moment to act. Or perhaps he was merely the "eyes," with the true strike coming from the Ancient Sun God, enthroned in his divine kingdom.
As Truman suspected, the Ancient Sun God, far in his divine kingdom, had ceased praying to himself. He stood at the church's entrance, using Sasrir as his "eyes" to gaze upon the battlefield.
His state was peculiar: a blazing, illusory sun crowned his head, while a faint shadowy veil loomed behind. In his hand was the Blasphemy Slate.
In an instant, his eyes turned ethereal, and a sea appeared around him, encompassing all colors and secrets.
"I am Alpha, and Omega; the Creator, and the God of gods."
He chanted softly, and the illusory Chaos Sea surged with indescribable waves.
The waves embraced him, morphing into a storm, then a tower, revealing the Ancient Sun God's formidable command over the Chaos Sea's power.
He slowly looked to the Astral World, beyond an invisible barrier, where indescribable, terrifying faces peered into this world.
The ancient gods' battle wasn't confined to reality—it unleashed chaos in the Spirit World and Astral World, drawing the keen interest of these faces.
But the barrier was too strong, keeping the faces at bay.
Confirming this, the Ancient Sun God shifted his gaze back to the battlefield.
In the sea of secrets, words written in an ancient tongue emerged, formed entirely from the Chaos Sea's waters, bearing a strange essence.
If seen, these words would compel investigation, revealing they'd already altered fate, becoming reality.
The brief text described the war's state:
"The balance of the ancient god war is broken."
A prophecy, perhaps an echo of the Visionary pathway's authority.
What he proclaimed would descend, becoming reality!
Though he hadn't reclaimed the Visionary pathway, the Ancient Sun God achieved this through the Chaos Sea.
The ancient gods' war was cataclysmic, shaking reality with earthquakes, tsunamis, and storms, ravaging the world of all living beings.
With exactly eight ancient gods paired in combat, none could swiftly overpower another. Even Aurmir, mentally strained, fought ferociously, his "Twilight," "Darkness," and "Fooling" authorities deadlocked.
This created a fragile yet resilient balance.
After the Ancient Sun God's Chaos Sea prophecy, that balance shattered.
"Ah!" Giant King Aurmir roared, his sword cleaving the Demonic Wolf's divine kingdom of historical mist, twilight tainting everything.
In the Giant King's Court, the Giant Queen rallied nearly all giants, holding a grand sacrifice for Aurmir. Countless prey were slain, blood igniting the giants' ferocity. They roared and prayed, their anchor's role shining at this moment!
Aurmir's state became unprecedentedly robust, his mental burdens seemingly erased, freeing him from suppressing madness. He unleashed terrifying power in an instant.
The Demonic Wolf's state was the opposite. Its myriad characteristics seemed to explode, chaotic thoughts swirling in its mind. The overwhelming impact froze it for a moment.
This was plausible—ancient gods were inherently unstable, especially the Demonic Wolf and Demon Monarch, epitomes of destruction and corruption, prone to periodic madness.
The likely cause? Sasrir produced a monocle, infusing it with "Corruption" authority to grant it pseudo-life.
A powerful convergence effect tugged at the Demonic Wolf's characteristics and its mask, disrupting its delicate balance and plunging it into deeper madness.
The Ancient Sun God's prophecy came true—the ancient god war's balance broke.
"Lilith! Kill the Demonic Wolf first!" Aurmir roared, sensing its vulnerability, his orange-red twilight blazing in his eye.
Whoosh!
Moonlight fell, Lilith's crimson moon curse descended, abyssal shackles rose, and nature's life force erupted!
Wheat and flowers sprouted in the moonlight, growing wildly, surging like waves toward the Demonic Wolf.
She struck with full force, while the Mutant King inflicted its deepest curses and most "tempered" rebellious desires on the Demonic Wolf.
In that moment, all ancient gods turned, seemingly setting aside grudges to target the Demonic Wolf!
The ancient god alliances—Humanoid and Non-Humanoid—stood divided.
The Demonic Wolf and Demon Monarch belonged to neither, the maddest among ancient gods, often lost to irrational destruction.
Demon Monarch Farbauti, the likeliest to aid the Demonic Wolf, was also mad, its conflicts with the Demonic Wolf no less fierce than with others!
The battle reversed dramatically. The Demonic Wolf faced attacks from seven ancient gods.
Seven of the eight ancient gods had, in that moment, agreed to carve up the Demonic Wolf!
(End of Chapter)