A Hundred Thousand Years

"We've finally reached this point."

Looking toward the Wizard World and sensing his true body's movements, the God of Death smiled faintly.

Back when he was still weak, Mother of Emerald had helped him greatly.

It could be said that without Mother of Emerald's help at several crucial moments, even if Arthur had managed to reach his current level, he could never have grown this quickly.

There was no doubt that he owed her a great debt.

Now that he had rescued Mother of Emerald from Calamity World, that debt had been repaid.

The God of Death could finally set aside his reservations and begin carrying out his own plans.

Previously, although he had fought with most of his strength, he had still been forced to hold back somewhat. To create an opportunity for Arthur and delay Calamity Lord's forces as long as possible, he had prolonged the fighting.

But after Arthur rescued Mother of Emerald, the God of Death no longer had any reservations and could fight without holding back.

At this thought, he smiled faintly where he stood, then turned and left with the other gods present.

Time passed slowly.

The worlds around them gradually dimmed, and one battle after another began.

The situation entered a cycle of repeated developments.

Thirty thousand years later, after the second layer of Calamity World had been completely transformed, the God of Death once again set out, leading the gods forward in an invasion of Calamity World.

This time, the battle did not drag on in a stalemate for long as it had before.

With the God of Death and the King of Earth Demons both fighting with all their might, Calamity Lord's side held out for only three thousand years before they were forced to withdraw from the third layer and