As the chariots charged, a complex pentagram magic formation spread over all twelve of them. The power of every divine general fused into one, flowing in seamless continuity without distinction. Their strength was not simply added together; driven by the magic formation, it multiplied in an uncanny manner, directly pushing their combined power to an unimaginable height.
The divine general at the very front raised the thirty-foot halberd in his hand. The violet-gold halberd coiled with the twin energies of water and fire, emitting a low dragon's roar as it stabbed straight at Gerdas's heart. The strength of all the divine generals poured into this general's body, swelling him to a full ten meters tall. Dense halos rippled around him layer upon layer as he charged Gerdas like a true god descending upon the world.
"What a marvelous formation—what a magnificent power of the East!" Gerdas praised, slowly raising the Divine Sword of Punishment in his hand. "I hear gods once fell beneath the siege of these strange battle puppets? Using insignificant strength to destroy foes a hundred times stronger than oneself—is this the philosophy of the East? Is this the power of the East? Or is it something even older and more wondrous?"
The Divine Sword of Punishment gave a crisp hum. A strange smile appeared on Gerdas's face, and then he suddenly lunged forward. In that instant, his body became a streak of bloody light, passing through the twelve bronze chariots charging toward him like the eternal torrent of time.
Time froze, and the divine generals standing upon the chariots all stiffened at once.
Their fused power shattered inch by inch, and their bodies abruptly exploded into countless motes of light that scattered away. The twelve bronze chariots let out tooth-grinding creaks. Their wheels, shafts, railings, and other