These past few days had been the darkest hour for the Mist Gods' divine sons.
On the Barbarian Plateau, they had lost more than 80% of their legions.
For the sake of the Throne Core, they had not completed lordification of their own territory.
After their crushing defeat on the Barbarian Plateau,
the territories they occupied immediately fell into a massive crisis.
Their existing forces were simply incapable of maintaining such vast territories.
In the end, the divine sons of the Mist Gods abandoned part of their territory.
They kept only a few remote lands.
Then, they moved all their forces to Dragon Island in the sea.
Upon the island,
the divine sons of the Mist Gods began praying to the deities.
They prepared to tell the gods what had happened and obtain their support.
At the very least, they would first complete lordification on Dragon Island.
That would allow them to accumulate strength while waiting to return to the continent.
As the divine sons of the Mist Gods gathered together in prayer,
they soon discovered something terrifying.
In the midst of the prayers,
the Mist Gods, who had still been faintly connected to them,
suddenly stopped responding.
"What happened?"
The divine sons of the Mist Gods on Dragon Island fell into a panic.
One after another, looks of terror appeared on their faces.
The gods were their faith, and also the source of their power.
Without the gods' support,
these divine sons and the Divine Power Puppet legions under their command would be utterly helpless.
"I can't contact Father God either."
"Look, what's that?"
The Seven-colored Divine Radiance, which shot into the sky, also caught their eyes.
"Se-Seven-colored Divine Radiance."
"It's the Throne Core."
"From the direction of the continent."
"Over there!"
"It should be in the direction of