"Sian, you have no idea how powerful the Pantheon is. Even if you defeat countless gods, as long as divine portfolios exist, new gods will continue to be born without end. The Council of Gods can grant me a slaughter portfolio, so naturally they can cultivate even more powerful beings. Even you and the 'President' cannot win this war easily! Give up. The tides of fate have arrived. Wouldn't it be better to stay out of it and protect yourself wisely, like Kane?"
Rumble!
Radiating crimson light as she moved at high speed, the God of Slaughter continued to issue threats and warnings, still trying to stop Punk from attacking her. However, as one Destructive Death Cone after another pierced the fragile ground of the Wheat Fragrance Farm Plane, the entire medium-sized plane began to collapse amid violent tremors and shattering sounds.
It was easy to imagine that, before long, this world inhabited by an unknown number of good-aligned believers would completely disintegrate. The maiden goddess circling the plane in an attempt to shake off the caster would also lose a fairly sturdy shield.
It seemed that when one sharp beam of destruction after another swept past Smile, the God of Slaughter, who did not dare confront Punk head-on, had already begun to panic.
"Damn it! Haven't those two idiots, Samoan and Bitzta, dealt with their targets yet? I can't keep tangling with this monster forever!"
Anxiously clutching a divine spell coin shimmering with flowing light, Smile, who appeared imposing on the surface, clearly was not as confident as she looked. Although she had been doing everything possible to stall for time, the crucial problem was... the Bright Moon Mage pursuing her was like a supernova unleashing terrifying energy, releasing countless dreadful attacks. The God of Slaughter could barely endure