The Void behind Dies Martin collapsed across a vast area without warning.
Three burly Void True God bodyguards stepped out of the darkness.
Their high-dimensional pressure slammed into the Meteorite Sea at full force, making the surrounding space screech with friction.
The arrogance on the scaled god's face froze.
He sensed three forces that could crush him with ease. His newly swollen confidence crumbled.
"V-Void True Gods? Three of them?" the scaled god stammered, his massive body retreating uncontrollably.
Moments ago, he had thought fusing with Chaos power made him invincible. Now, faced with actual Void True Gods, he was a lamb waiting for slaughter.
One bodyguard couldn't be bothered to listen. He flexed his wrist, and a dense battle-axe compressed entirely from spatial fragments formed in his palm.
He raised it and brought it down without even calling out a skill name.
A ten-thousand-meter rift split the Void ahead. The scaled god's massive body, newly mutated Godhead, and dozens of Chaos tentacles were all cleaved cleanly in two.
Instant death.
A golden notification appeared before Dies Martin's eyes.
[Mutated Fallen One killed. Gained 35 million points (including base points and inherited plunder points).]
Dies Martin glanced at the rising number on his panel with satisfaction, then jerked his chin at the three bodyguards.
"Don't just stand there. Collect every last one of those walking points. Leave none behind."
The three bodyguards grinned viciously and charged into the Fallen Ones Pantheon's ranks.
There was no strategy to the fight. Their higher-tier Chaos bodies and Void Origin simply overwhelmed the enemy.
One bodyguard crushed several Main Gods' heads with a casual grab.
Another repeatedly used Spatial Folding, compressing hundreds of Upper Gods into a lump of pulp.
Screams rose and fell across the Meteorite Sea.
The Fallen Ones, who