Chapter 33: War and Victory (Continued)

"Boom—!!!"

A tremendous roar, as if thousands upon thousands of Giant Gods or Demon Dragons were roaring at once, and a radiance like ten suns hanging in the sky manifested with unparalleled savagery and brutality. The surrounding crust seemed to have been excavated, instantly heaved into the air as heaven and earth began to tremble.

The flashes and thunderous blasts of dozens of Marrow Bursts drowned out every sound and filled every sight, shaking the entire world.

As the Goblin Race's trump card, the Marrow Burst was undoubtedly a weapon comparable to the Whirlwind Torpedo. Against other Divine Spirit Races, such an attack would even blast their Divine Marrows into scraps, sending them directly back into concepts.

Just like the strongest battle fifteen thousand years ago, there was no such thing as probing in this battle. From the very start, they unleashed terrifying killing moves capable of shattering stars.

However, while such an attack was dangerous to a certain strongest god, it was not fatal.

"Trying to wound me by shaking my Divine Marrow? A fine trick."

A voice carrying unmistakable appreciation came from the core of the Marrow Burst, followed closely by the appearance of the Giant God wielding a steel spear.

After directly enduring dozens of Marrow Bursts, the War God's aura was far weaker than before. Marrow Bursts were weapons capable of damaging a Divine Spirit Race's core—the Divine Marrow—through resonance. Even the War God could not completely negate them.

"The feeling of being wounded is unexpectedly pleasant."

Having felt injury again after so long, the god reminisced about the time when he had just been born. Back then, although he had been the strongest, he still had some challengers and had suffered injuries to a certain extent.

However, Arteshu did not intend to immerse himself in