The two great gods, Despair and War, had returned after leaving.
Brother, we had agreed on this from the start...
This was Despair, somewhat different from the image in Perfect Life's memories. After seeing Pain, Despair had become a little nagging as well.
Die!
This one was simple. This was War, with not a word of nonsense.
The entire space instantly filled with murderous intent. The players who were still awake flushed red, their bodies burning hot—purely from excitement.
They felt as if they stood on a battlefield, surrounded by comrades in golden helmets and iron armor, charging forward with unstoppable momentum, as though they meant to trample everything in the universe flat.
It was as if a supreme conviction resided in their hearts, driving them into the torrent of war and endless slaughter.
And in the void, War's phantom appeared out of nowhere. At this moment, it could no longer be considered a phantom; it was about as solid as Sin had been when they saw them last time.
They swung forcefully at Sloth below, as if intending to drag down the sun, moon, and stars of the entire universe.
—And in truth, they did drag them down!
This space had originally existed within the void. Looking up, there had been countless twinkling stars overhead, but now all that starlight had been pulled down!
It transformed into countless Star Cavalry, stretching as far as the eye could see, seeming to fill this universe.
"Kill!"
The cries of slaughter shook the heavens. The torrent of star soldiers poured down, a true Milky Way hanging upside down, crashing toward the tiny Sloth at its center.
The players lay sprawled on the ground, watching the Star Cavalry in the sky. Fighting spirit surged in their hearts, yet their eyes were filled with