Two days later.
Inside the Nine-Layered Hell.
At this moment.
Standing here and looking in every direction, all that could be seen was an unbroken stretch of ruined walls and shattered remnants still left standing...
Even the mountains that had once towered into the clouds and the oceans whose depths could not be fathomed had been overturned one by one.
Even the soil and mineral veins that should have lain deep underground had been ripped out by terrifying attacks and left scattered everywhere like trash.
At the very summit of the sky's dome.
Strange, spiderweb-like cracks covered the place, constantly shifting.
Everything made this place resemble the desolate scene after the end of the world...
However.
Those were all merely minor matters.
What truly drew attention were the God corpses scattered everywhere...
Among them.
Although the vast majority were merely God Avatars.
The God of Justice was one such example!
His true body had not descended.
But there were also several unfortunate Gods who had intended to gamble a bicycle for a motorcycle, only to have even their true bodies killed here, left lying dead for good...
Right now.
After the long and chaotic battle.
Most of them were like ornaments, nailed dead in every corner of the Nine-Layered Hell.
Terrifying demonic power was still corroding their remains even now, causing pure golden divine blood to flow endlessly from their bodies, nourishing the environment of the Nine-Layered Hell and providing the foundation for this broken land to repair itself...
As for the final victor.
Asmodeus, whose once vast and majestic sea of blood had been reduced to nothing more than a thin blood mist, was still panting heavily as he recuperated.
"Looking pretty miserable, aren't you~"
The abrupt words appeared beside him.
Then Orsaga stepped directly out of a spatial