Chapter 33: War and Victory (Continued)

Having clearly sensed that someone had gained an additional concept, the War God fixed his eyes—laden with countless flashes of blades—upon the newborn god, like an evil dragon gazing down at lions and tigers in the mountains.

Even without revealing his killing intent, that icy gaze still gave others the terrifying illusion that time and space had frozen.

Hate, rage, rebel, stake your fragile life, exhaust all your wisdom, and foolishly challenge him—then have all of it crushed beneath overwhelming power. That was Arteshu.

That was the War God.

"Is this the battlefield you chose? It does not look very sturdy."

Even Raphael could tear space apart with her power. As the creator of the Winged Species, so-called indestructible space was no different from a sheet of paper before Arteshu.

"This is a small world I asked the God of Doubt, Fanlou, to maintain."

The young man, who had unceremoniously treated the eldest sister of the Divine Spirit Race as free labor, shrugged and introduced the small world that would serve as a buffer.

"This is already the sturdiest battlefield I could find."

Arteshu casually extended a hand. Divine power capable of effortlessly pulverizing an entire continent became a massive vortex, releasing strength beyond human comprehension and tearing at space.

Given the War God's output, even space sealed by Spirit Destruction Sorcery should have been ground to dust. Yet the light and shadows around the vortex only distorted irregularly instead of shattering like broken glass, stubbornly holding on.

"The quality is indeed quite good."

Feeling that this place could barely serve as a battlefield, Arteshu once again turned his trembling golden eyes toward the Divine Spirit who had completed himself. The cold killing intent caused the surrounding temperature to plummet below zero.

That was not a figure of speech, but