Comrade Falls in Battle

Fukaloss attempted to use her Divine Artifact to defend herself, only to realize that the Divine Artifact Chain had been knocked from her grasp and fallen to the ground during the battle; it was too late to recall it, so she could only condense an Ice Spear in her palm and hurl it.

After several fierce exchanges, the group had long since figured out Blackwood's weakness—he possessed an extremely strong resistance to pure divine power attacks, but these physical attacks condensed from elements could ignore his Withered Fire.

Fukaloss had become a god through the fusion of the Ice Profound Mystery and the Water Element; the power of this spear was enough to threaten the life of a Lowgod.

However, Blackwood was blinded by bloodlust; he did not dodge or evade, instead taking the hit head-on with the Defensive Divine Artifact Robe on his body.

Bang—

His left chest caved in violently; while the robe remained intact, his internal injuries were already severe.

Yet, he used this momentum to charge right in front of Fukaloss.

In her panic, Fukaloss once again channeled her innate ability, "Soul Freeze," but unexpectedly, it only added fuel to the opponent's flames, causing the grey-green fire to surge violently.

"Die!"

Blackwood knew in his heart that he had already destroyed one of the god clones of the opposing team. In the environment of Gobada, this was an irreconcilable blood feud; if he did not root them out today, they would surely seek revenge in the future.

"Stay away from the lady!"

Gideon's roar exploded.

His Earth god clone had recovered under the condensation of divine power and transformed back into human form; his Blood-colored Greatsword, wrapped in earth-yellow divine power, smashed toward Blackwood's lower back with heavy, crushing force.

Squelch—

The opponent's Lowgod-level Divine Artifact Robe shattered instantly, and with a single strike, Gideon severed Blackwood from the waist down!

But the Withered Fire also lunged at him instantly.

Gideon made a split-second decision, abandoning his Divine Artifact, retreating with his main body, and hacking his own fire-tainted god clone in two from the neck down.

The burning lower half, along with the defensive divine artifact, plummeted toward the ground.

In his Earth Violent Bear form, Gideon scrambled to retrieve his own head while roaring wildly: "Don't give him a chance! Work together and kill him!"

Victory seemed to be the final glimmer of light before the dawn.

But before the dawn, there is often the deadliest darkness.

A pitch-black shadow darted out from Blackwood's severed torso, a cold glint flashing from the curved blade in its hand as it slashed directly at Gideon—

He had actually kept a Dark-style Lowgod clone in reserve!

"No—!" Fukaloss screamed.

Having only recently ascended to godhood and suffering repeated severe injuries, Gideon—whose divine power was already exhausted—had assumed he had just dealt a heavy blow to the enemy and had no defenses up at all.

Rip—

He didn't even have time to let out a wail before he was torn to shreds by the shadow's blade.

"Gideon!!"

Fukaloss's eyes were on the verge of splitting.

The most honest, most reliable big bear, with whom she had spent every day for years, had just died right before her eyes.

In the moment her heart bled with agony, the two chains flew back into her hands, one blue and one grey, like a heavenly net that instantly bound Blackwood's Dark-style clone tight.

For the first time, fear appeared in Blackwood's eyes as he frantically channeled his fire, attempting to counterattack along the chains.

But halfway along the chains, the flames lost their fuel, rapidly dimming and extinguishing.

His Midgod-level divine power had finally run dry.

Having broken through only a month ago, fought consecutive battles, and been severed at the waist by Gideon's sword, his divine power had long been overdrawn to the limit.

This caused his Withered Fire to misfire at the most critical moment.

Fukaloss exerted force with both arms, and the chains tightened frantically.

Yet, Blackwood's Lowgod-level divine power was still sufficient, and for a moment, he actually managed to withstand the strangulation.

"Barn!"

Fukaloss let out a roar.

Barn, who had just stabilized his soul injuries, arrived through the air like a blue streak of light.

The Mist Hidden spear's ice brilliance surged, and he thrust a killing blow aimed directly at the head of the bound Blackwood.

"You dare—!"

Blackwood's Dark-style clone lunged out with his blade, trying to intercept.

But Wesker was faster.

With his sister's god clone destroyed and Gideon dead in battle, his heart was already filled with guilt and fury; at this moment, he disregarded everything, blocking the path of the Dark-style clone and entangling him desperately.

The spear tip drew closer and closer.

Blackwood finally revealed a look of bone-chilling despair.

"All of you, go to hell—!"

Rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble, rumble—!!!

A series of earth-shattering explosions erupted simultaneously.

The Sanctuary magical beasts he had implanted with Soul Seeds detonated at his command, a terrifying elemental storm sweeping across the battlefield.

The controlled Sanctuary humans, meanwhile, used the explosions to launch a desperate suicide charge, intent on dragging the Ice Prison faction down with them.

But Barn and Fukaloss turned a blind eye.

They cared for nothing, heeded nothing.

They only wanted this man to die.

The Mist Hidden spear pierced viciously into the skull of Blackwood.

His defensive divine artifact had long since shattered, and the remaining low-level divine power was like thin paper before a high-level divine artifact.

"Ding—"

A barely audible, light sound.

The soul, tightly fused with the mid-level God Divine Spark, dissipated completely.

Fukaloss shrieked at the top of her lungs: "There is still his darkness-element clone! Don't let him escape!"

Hearing this, Barn's figure flashed, transforming into a streak of white light as he dashed toward Wesker.

Blackwood had experienced a meteoric rise and fall within a single month; at this moment, his darkness-element clone was already in despair, yet a look of insane determination appeared on his face.

He lunged fiercely at Wesker with his blade. Facing the long sword slashing toward him, he did not dodge or evade, allowing the blade to cleave into his skull while his left hand suddenly whipped out three pitch-black Soul Poison Spikes, driving them deep into Wesker's body!

"Urgh—!"

Wesker let out a miserable groan. The phantom of his original Moonflower Deer form instantly escaped his body, and his light-element divine clone used its final ounce of strength to cleave Blackwood's darkness-element clone's head completely in two.

However, in that final moment, Blackwood used all his remaining divine power to hurl the curved blade in his hand. It traced a streak of light, obliterating Wesker's original form, which had not yet escaped far, into a pile of minced meat.

Blackwood was dead, utterly and completely.

Barn was still a step too late.

He flicked his long spear to retrieve the enemy's God Divine Spark, and just as he let out a sigh of relief, he turned to look at Wesker's light-element divine clone, only to see that those eyes had already lost their luster, the body falling straight down.

Wesker was neither a Soul Mutator nor a soul specialist; his divine clone had taken three Soul Poison Spikes head-on, and his soul had collapsed after struggling for only a moment.

Barn flew hurriedly toward Wesker's original form. How could a Sanctuary original form withstand the desperate, final strike of a god-level expert?

In the end, he found only a pair of deer antlers and a light-attribute magic core emitting a soft glow.

But just then, a shrill, mournful roar from Fukaloss echoed across the sky once more: "Blair!!"

The two high-level Divine Artifact Chains in her hands danced wildly, turning into a sky full of afterimages that shredded the remaining Sanctuary enemies to pieces.

Barn looked sharply toward the ground.

Blair's body, condensed from ice, had long since crumbled, leaving only that iconic blue-black vertical pupil.

Yet at this moment, a black long sword was thrust right through the center of the pupil—the sword-wielder had already frozen into an ice sculpture, clearly having followed Blackwood's final order to launch a desperate, fatal strike.

And the spot where the long sword pierced was the Beholder's vital point.

The vertical pupil trembled slightly in the air; the soul had already departed for the Underworld, with only a faint trace of spirit remaining to sustain it.

The next moment, with a "crack," it shattered, and blue-black blood spilled across the ground—Blair, too, was dead.

Fukaloss and Barn stood frozen in mid-air, looking at the carnage and corpses, their minds blank.

A moment later, Wesker's Moonflower Deer original form stumbled toward his kin.

The Moonflower Deer clan, which originally numbered eight, now had only four left, including Adele, who was reduced to her original form.

The white deer let out a low cry, a sound of such sorrow that it made one's heart tighten.

Suddenly, a faint, desperate call reached the depths of Barn's soul.

His expression changed, and he instantly dove downward, frantically pushing aside broken bones and rotting flesh. He heaved aside the mountain-like corpse of a golden dragon and finally found the dying Declan.

The Spine-backed Iron-armored Dragon was now at his last gasp.

The hundreds of spikes on his back had all vanished, clearly having used a desperate, mutual-destruction technique at the final moment.

Barn dared not delay and immediately began chanting an incantation.

He had not comprehended the profound mysteries of water-element healing, so even as a god-level expert, he could only use the most primitive incantations to trigger healing magic.

The water-blue divine power gently enveloped Declan. The soul that was about to step into the Underworld was quickly pulled back, and the broken spikes on his back slowly regenerated under the nourishment of the divine power.

Declan struggled to open his dark-gold eyes, his voice weak but clear:

"That guy... is he dead?"

Barn looked at the corpses of his companions scattered across the ground, his voice low and certain:

"He is dead. All the enemies are dead."