Countering Lies with Truth

The divine soul of the God of Mountains and Gravity had completely solidified into an unthinking stone.

He watched helplessly as the Lie Master's magnificent divine kingdom transformed from a "deterrent" into a "prison."

Those Primordial Golden Dragons, Radiant Seraphim, Chaos Ancient Gods... woven from lies—

After being tainted by that gray flame, they gained real flesh and blood, real Divine Might, and real hunger.

They were no longer illusions that obeyed commands.

They had come alive—terrifying realities that had been granted meaning and existence!

"No... This isn't real... This can't be!"

The Lie Master let out a shriek so piercing it twisted.

He tried to use his absolute control over the Law of "Lies" to erase these creations that had slipped out of control.

He commanded the Primordial Golden Dragon that had already aimed its jaws at him, "Disappear! I command you to return to nothingness!"

Yet in the golden dragon's molten-gold vertical pupils, there was only his terrified reflection, along with a trace of ancient bloodline's contempt for its "creator."

The Law of "Lies" upon its body had already been burned away by Qin Chuan's Concept Bullet: Burn All. Only "truth" remained.

Lies could not command truth.

"ROAR—!"

That earth-shaking dragon roar was no longer a false wave of sound, but a genuine bellow containing the power to shatter stars!

Its enormous maw opened—not to devour, but to spew scorching dragon breath capable of melting the continents of a divine kingdom!

The Lie Master's divine kingdom burned furiously. The earth turned to glass, while the heavens were dyed an apocalyptic crimson.

"Save me! Save me now!"

He sent a plea for help through Divine Sense to the only God of Mountains still capable of moving.

Yet the only response was deathly silence.

Overwhelmed by extreme terror, the God of Mountains had compressed his own divine kingdom to its limit, turning it into a black speck from which even light could not escape. It cowered in a corner of the void, not daring to leak even the faintest Law Fluctuation.

He was afraid.

He feared that man—that monster who had utterly toyed with an alliance of five Upper Gods with nothing more than a few pulls of the trigger—would turn his attention to him next.

Help the Lie Master?

That would be the same as willingly jumping into the meat grinder called "truth"!

"You coward!"

The Lie Master's curse was instantly cleaved apart by the Holy Light Cross Sword wielded by the Twelve-Winged Seraphim.

Holy radiance possessed an innate purifying power against the essence of lies.

A wound deep enough to expose bone had been slashed across his divine body. What flowed from it was not Divine Blood, but countless shattered runes representing lies.

Even more terrifying was the Chaos Ancient God.

Its indescribable tentacles had already rooted deeply into the land of the Lie Master's divine kingdom. Like the greediest of parasites, they frantically siphoned away his origin, strengthening their own "truth."

A divine kingdom was his body, the source of his power.

At this moment, his proudest creations were devouring him alive, inch by inch, from the inside out.

That agony far surpassed the annihilation of his divine soul.

"AAAAAH—!"

Faced with the despair of being completely devoured, the Lie Master finally made his last choice.

He burned his Godhead!

A blood-red divine decree, brimming with resentment and venom, tore through space-time and spread to every Divine Domain and kingdom within his reach that remained loyal to him.

"All subordinate gods! All believers!"

"In my name, come and protect your master!"

"Slay the traitors and share in Divine Grace!"

This was his final struggle—and his most malicious scheme.

He intended to use the flesh and blood of his subordinate gods to fill the bellies of these "real" creations, buying himself that sliver of survival!

In the void, dozens of lesser divine kingdoms and Divine Domains belonging to the Lie Pantheon, which had previously remained silent and watched from afar, suddenly trembled the instant they received the blood-red divine decree.

A divine decree could not be defied.

The next second, those gods, whether willing or not, could only become streaks of light and charge toward that deathly battlefield, where "truth" and "lies" had already been churned into a mess, carrying determination and tragedy with them.

They had no other choice.

Qin Chuan quietly watched this new farce unfold, watching those moths rush without hesitation toward the true flame ignited by lies.

He did not even try to stop them.

Because he knew that the Lie Master's struggle had only just begun.

After sensing the auras of dozens of gods rushing toward it, the Primordial Golden Dragon slightly tilted its massive head, seemingly somewhat impatient.

Its enormous maw opened once more.

This time, it did not unleash dragon breath.

Instead, it spoke a clear dragon-language phrase laden with supreme authority.

"In the name of 'truth,' all of you are—'lies'!"

As the words fell, a force of law even purer and more domineering than the Lie Master's descended upon the entire battlefield!

The subordinate gods who had just entered the battlefield discovered in horror that the laws within their divine kingdoms were being forcibly altered!

Their divine power was dissipating, and their divine bodies were fading into nothingness!

This "real" golden dragon was forcibly defining them as "false gods"!

"No! My divine power!"

A Lower God in charge of the divine authorities of "flattery" and "fawning" was the first to let out a despairing scream.

His magnificent divine kingdom, like a sandcastle on a beach, rapidly collapsed beneath the washing tides of the Law of "Truth."

The divine power composing his divine body irreversibly returned to its most primordial state of nothingness.

He had been struck from the ranks of gods by "truth."

He had been defined as a lie that "did not exist."

Pop.

With a soft sound, that Lower God and his divine kingdom turned into a wisp of green smoke, as if they had never existed at all.

This sight sent every subordinate god of lies who had entered the battlefield plunging into an icy abyss.

What an overbearing power of law!

Words became reality!

The golden dragon created by the Lie Master now displayed control over laws that even surpassed that of its "father"!

"Don't stop! Attack! Use everything you have to attack!"

The Lie Master's Divine Sense roared madly in the minds of every subordinate god like a death-bringing demonic chant.

"This is an illusion! A more sophisticated illusion! As long as we crush his will, all of this will vanish!"

He was still using lies to deceive his last remaining wings.

Yet when the Sword of Judgment burning with Saint Flame in the Radiant Seraphim's hand cleaved another Mid-Rank God's divine kingdom in two with a single stroke, every last trace of hope vanished like a bubble.

Divine Blood stained the void red.

Godheads wailed as they were purified within holy light.

Death was so real.

"Kill!"

Under the coercion of the Main God and the threat of death, the remaining dozens of gods went completely mad.

They knew that fleeing meant death, and advancing also meant death.

Their only chance of survival was to spend their lives exhausting these terrifying "real creations"!

For a time, divine kingdoms collided and laws bombarded one another chaotically.

All manner of bizarre Divine Techniques crashed toward the dozen or so towering, terrifying figures like fireworks thrown out without restraint.

A demigod who held the divine authority of "exaggeration" expanded his body until it rivaled a star, attempting to perish alongside the golden dragon in a self-destruction, only to be blown directly into cosmic dust by a single breath of dragon fire.

A goddess skilled in "disguise" transformed into the likeness of the Chaos Ancient God, hoping to blend in among it, but a tentacle from that indescribable true body directly dragged her into the abyss, where she became part of it.

This was a massacre.

The Lie Master's divine soul gained a brief moment to catch its breath under the protection of his subordinate gods' divine kingdoms.

He watched it all coldly.

As he watched the forces he had built over countless ages fall and collapse one after another, there was no sorrow in his heart—only icy calculation.

Each subordinate god's death would consume a portion of those "real creations'" strength.

As long as enough of them died quickly enough, he could survive!