Facing a Legend

His fury was ignited.

The Sun Giant God towering into the clouds spoke with the chill of a polar glacier in his voice. "Let's hope you can keep that sharp tongue of yours."

One expressionless giant god after another, each in a different stance, charged forward in unison, their Divine Eyes gleaming with strange light.

The whole world trembled beneath their footsteps.

Most of them were merely Shemiel's puppets, containing only a fraction of their master's divine power, which was why Lothar called them "divine statues." Only a select few, like the Abyss God, seemed to possess remnants of divine consciousness. Their eyes and movements were more animated, and they posed a greater threat.

At the forefront was Geb of the Ennead God. His body was made of earth and stone, with a somewhat comical goose head perched atop it. As his fist crashed down, the air stirred by the blow was compressed in an instant until it was as hard as steel.

"Holy be!"

The female knight on the dragon's back flared her wings with golden Sacred Flame, pouring it into the holy lance in her hand as she thrust it toward the incoming fist.

Golden radiance collided with the iron fist. The terrible shockwave tossed the Winged Angel about like a small boat in a storm, while the stone giant's arm shattered into countless pieces upon striking the holy lance.

A gaunt green mummy stood atop snow-white bones and endless wandering souls, raising its scepter and pointing it from afar.

The golden coffin that enveloped heaven and earth suddenly unleashed a terrifying suction force, trying to tear his indestructible soul from his body. The attempt clearly failed as it had with Anubis, but Lothar still felt his life force draining away at a rapid pace.

His ears clogged