Not enough to kill.
Those three words carried no ripple of divine power, yet they crashed down like three invisible divine mountains.
They crushed the Divine Souls of the God of Mountains and Gravity and the Overlord of Lies and Illusions.
It was not arrogance.
It was a verdict.
A truth colder and more hopeless than eternal Annihilation.
By now, the alliance of Divine Kingdoms formed by the Lord of Plague and his dozens of Subordinate Gods had become a divine Purgatory.
The blade of betrayal pierced the chests of those who had trusted them most.
The flames of usurpation had reduced every inch of sacred land to scorched earth.
Divine Blood fell like rain, Divine Kingdoms collapsed, and laws broke amid agonized wails.
And the man who had set it all in motion stood quietly in the Void.
He had even lowered the Sniping Rifle that could end everything.
As though this betrayal and slaughter, unseen in the divine realm for ten thousand years, were nothing more to him than an inconsequential firework he had lit on a whim.
The God of Mountains and Gravity's Divine Soul convulsed violently.
His Divine Kingdom, built from billions of mountains and the Core of the Stars, was falling apart beyond his control.
The Gravity waves spilling from it ran wild, becoming a chaotic tide that dragged the surrounding spacetime into a thick, twisted mess.
Escape?
The entire universe seemed to have become an invisible cage.
And that man was its only jailer.
"We can't let this go on!"
The will of the Overlord of Lies and Illusions drove into the God of Mountains' consciousness like a poisoned spike.
"He's feeding on our fear! The more afraid we are, the stronger he'll become!"
"We have to fight back!"
The God of Mountains' Divine