Great Melee

Beneath the vast, azure sky of the New Continent, brilliant clouds of light churned endlessly. A formidable power that would decide the fate of a "demigod" was about to emerge.

Yet in the southern Sirius Empire colonies and the Golden Palm Federation across the sea from the duchy, the scene had long since become a living hell.

Although the Demon Gods who had traveled from afar had all concealed themselves tightly,

the bizarre demon-like creatures under their command, along with the evil spirits and ghosts that had made tremendous progress over the past decade or so, had already begun a bloody carnival in the cities.

Whooo...

Hehehe...

Howls, shrill laughter, and the anguished screams of humans mingled together. The devastation was horrific beyond description.

"Help! Damn guards, is this how you protect taxpayers?"

"Hypocritical Mayor Herman! You ignored the lives of the people! I'll vote you out in the next election! Ah, no, no, don't come any closer!"

Clearly, under Golden Palm's democratic system, nothing like Garratt Duchy could happen, where a single order would make citizens abandon their livelihoods and obediently hide in shelters.

And those public-opinion leaders who served as "public servants" genuinely had no such authority.

Of course, looking on the bright side, although vast numbers of people no longer even had their lives, their freedom had been upheld from beginning to end.

This was democracy's victory! What a great nation!

Naturally, the evil gods waiting for their prey to take the bait while pursuing their own hidden schemes had played no small part in causing this situation.

Suddenly,

accompanied by majestic clock chimes that echoed through heaven and earth, the clouds of light filling the sky gradually began gathering northward. The Spirit Origin seemed to have selected the final location for its overflow.

The monsters that