Give You a Divine Title

Under the witness of the God of Live Broadcast, the power of the Kamen Rider, infused with a tidal wave of faith and the remains of countless gods, was injected into the mecha World, forging a Mechanical God unlike any other.

Its mighty pressure spread out. Even the weakest gods were caught in golden chains as soon as they drew near, then dragged alive into the mecha, becoming part of the agonized, howling reliefs.

Feng Xue stood beneath the Heavenly Court, before the Stairs of the Tower of Babel, yet his gaze passed through World's surveillance cameras and looked into the distance. Amid the mechanical-sounding praises of the Messiah, he spoke:

"If you don't make a move soon, I'm going up."

Though he said that, Feng Xue's foot remained planted before the stairs of the Tower of Babel. At the edge of his vision, one god after another from the Ideal Country stared at him warily.

In the earlier battle, the gods of Bailin Country had charged in the fastest—and died the fastest. Most of the gods of Budali had been caught up fighting the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, then swept away by area attacks from the rear.

So where had those area attacks come from?

The answer was simple—

They were the Technology Gods of the Ideal Country.

The technical deities, led by the God of All Machines.

"The Tower of Babylon must not exist." A voice with a heavy electronic timbre crossed the distance and appeared directly beside Feng Xue's ear. He merely raised an eyebrow, glanced west, and said with an unconcerned air:

"More than that, I'm curious why the gods of Bailang haven't come."

"Um..." The God of Live Broadcast weakly raised a hand, then opened a screen. In it, a woman dressed in green stood