"No!!!"
"I am a god! How could I possibly lose to a mere mortal like you!"
"Zehahahahaha!"
"Idiot, the strong are gods! Weakling, get on your knees before me!"
"Loli!!!"
"Get down here and help me! Buy me some time! Loli, what are you doing?!"
"Gurararara, this is too pathetic, Omora! And you call yourself the strongest god?"
"Show some backbone and face this old man!"
Inside the Rondel Assembly Hall, Sage Magnus, Elder Cotton, and Elder Hart sat at the conference table.
Along with more than a dozen senior magicians observing from afar.
All of them stared dumbfoundedly at the virtual image projected into the air by the Den Den Mushi.
The earth-shattering battle scenes alone were enough to leave them stunned.
Yet the furious roars ringing out from it, along with the identities revealed through those words, were even more unbelievable.
The God of Sun and Light, Sylph!
And the strongest chief god, Omora, who possessed the five divine authorities of darkness, death, judgment, frenzy, and war!
This had to be fake, right?
They wanted to question it, but everything on the screen looked so real.
Even though they did not actually know what these gods looked like.
The power both sides displayed was simply too terrifying.
"Ahem."
After the footage ended, Johnson Benson, the deputy minister of the Foreign Affairs Department, spoke up and broke the dead silence.
"As you have all seen, the eleven chief gods of this world have all been defeated and captured by our generals!"
"This includes the God of Darkness, Omora; the God of Light, Sylph; the God of Forging, Dankan; the God of Vastness, Zfumut; the God of Oaths, Deltodo; the God of Revenge, Palapan; the God of Music, Lunaliu; and the God of Nurturing, Milita."
Benson paused here before continuing.