Let Them Come

With the gods joining in, the Silver Heavenly Kingdom's overwhelming advance gained even greater momentum.

Meanwhile, on the Morning Star Empire's side, Emperor Lei Zhe—the one everyone had pinned their hopes on—had vanished. Everyone knew the emperor had been defeated.

Though they still hated those "invaders" to the bone, they could not escape the despair filling their hearts. They no longer had the strength to resist.

What still appeared to be fierce resistance was merely the mechanical repetition of actions decided upon long ago. Their fate had already been sealed.

Tang Chuan and the First Generation Deities had already withdrawn their hands, silently watching it all unfold.

Pantheon looked in Azk's direction and said, "Now this looks more like a war—a one-sided slaughter."

Dabolo flicked back his long hair and said, "What do you think Azk will choose?"

Aethelred said calmly, "Killing Xiao An is justice and fairness. Sparing Xiao An is humanity."

Dabolo turned his head, teasing, "So humanity lacks justice and fairness?"

Aethelred shook his head. "It never lacks them, but neither will it ever overflow with them."

Dabolo clicked his tongue. "Sometimes, absolute justice and fairness really are inhuman."

The Primordial God of Mystery and Terror, who had not spoken until now, noticed the item in Tang Chuan's hand. "This is something full of miracles, but it seems to be missing a very large part."

Only then did everyone look toward Tang Chuan. He was fiddling with the incomplete Fantasy Weapon in his hand. "I'm considering whether to absorb what's inside."

Dabolo looked at the Primordial God of Mystery and Terror. "Sharp eyes. You really are more perceptive than us."

The Primordial God of Mystery and Terror replied in a muffled voice, "I am stronger than you because I can eat more than you."

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