Dragon That Slays Gods

As the emerald radiance gradually spread.

This Ancient God, fallen for ages, once again felt the faith scattered across the land of Egypt. Though each flicker was faint, like fireflies in the night sky, it could not be ignored.

"People of Egypt, your god has returned!"

The Bull God threw back his head and let out a resounding moo, as though venting all the stifled misery of countless years spent barely clinging to life. The entire land trembled.

He had never imagined that a mere human spellcaster could truly restore his divinity and return him to the rank of a True God.

"I have reclaimed the rank of a True God, raised my throne, and lit the Divine Fire. Mortals, why do you not bow?"

His Divine Eyes carried overwhelming pressure, stirring an instinctive urge to kneel and worship. Though he was clearly a bull-headed monster, he now radiated an extraordinary holiness, like an ancient deity enshrined within a temple.

No, he was an Ancient God worshipped in temples!

Every mortal found themselves unable to straighten beneath this Divine Might.

But at that moment.

The Bull God, having regained his Divine Authority and brimming with pride, was pierced through the chest by the Spear of Destiny flying in from behind. It stood beside the previous wound, which was still not fully healed.

A layer of dragonfire clung to the wound like gangrene. The agony made him instinctively let out a shrill howl.

That strike seemed to knock the lofty Ancient God from his altar. His terrifying Divine Might vanished in an instant, and the mortals regained control of their bodies, retreating from the battlefield one after another.

They had no place interfering in a battle of this level.

"Those who profane a True God shall fall into the underworld for