Godslaying

After several rounds, the Panther God became increasingly shocked.

Despite having control over his faith, he couldn't even suppress that person's starlight.

Each swing of its claws felt like being swallowed by a bottomless sea of stars, with even the tremors vanishing without a trace.

It suddenly realized--

Something's not right.

This aura... does not originate from this land.

That is not the god of Africa, not the offspring of faith, not even the god of this planet or this universe!

Rather, it is something older and of a higher order!

In the next instant, the storm spiraled out of control, and the sky churned like a raging sea.

The sky split open, and a silver-blue pillar of light descended from the clouds, dividing the world in two.

Half of it was the golden-black raging flames of the Panther God, and the other half was the silent light of the stars, ruled by the night.

That was no longer a cloud, but a dark curtain woven from faith and resentment.

Hundreds of thousands of Wakanda lay prostrate on the ground, the phantom of the Panther God in their eyes twisting and roaring in mid-air, only to be torn to pieces by a deeper starlight.

Night slowly raised his hand, the Star Spear in his palm shimmering. The light at the tip of the spear was not fire, but the first ray of light from the beginning of the universe.

His gaze was calm as he looked at the colossal black and gold figure ahead.

"Vibranium —it's nothing but the ashes of your faith."

The Panther God's pupils contracted sharply, a fear befitting a god.

The other side uses guidance to allow the people of Wakanda to obtain heart-shaped herbs to enhance their power.

It's not an exaggeration to say that the heart-shaped grass is a product of the influence of Vibranium.

The night's voice was not loud, yet it echoed like a judgment, drowning out the thunder.

It finally understood—the person before it was not a mortal who had ascended to godhood, but an being who looked down upon all gods from above.

"You... you are not a god of this universe!"

The Panther God roared, golden mist surging from its chest, transforming into a giant beast, attempting to suppress the enemy with its most primal form.

"Of course not."

The night's answer was extremely soft, yet it was like a cold iron blade, piercing the will of the gods.

With a tremor, the Star Spear shattered into countless fragments, scattering across the earth like a meteor shower. Each beam of light pierced through mountains and oceans, penetrating faith itself.

That's peeling.

The Panther God roared suddenly, feeling countless voices breaking free from its body—the prayers of believers, which turned into light dust and were absorbed by the Star Spear.

As it lost the support of faith, its divine status began to crumble.

"Stop!"

The Panther God's voice was a mixture of anger and fear.

"This is my country, my people! Do you want to destroy their faith?!"

"Belief?"

Ye looked up, her eyes sparkling with starlight, her indifference revealing an almost compassionate divinity.

"You regard metal as sacred bones and sacrifice as offerings."

But what I see is only a greedy and self-deceiving civilization.

As he spoke, star patterns appeared in the void beneath his feet, extending across the entire land of Wakanda.

That is the expansion of the "Divine Realm"—the will of the Star Lord is replacing the domain of the Panther God.

The wind has stopped.

But all living things felt as if the air had been sucked out, and even their souls trembled.

The Panther God erupted once again.

Its body transformed into a ten-zhang-tall black and gold behemoth, its claws tearing through the air with a heart-rending roar.

The surrounding mountains were pulverized into dust, and every grain of Vibranium dust in the air resonated, converging to form a protective barrier.

"Source of Vibranium, respond to me--"

With a low growl, golden light surged from the ground, transforming into countless long, blade-like fragments that spun in the air, like countless golden meteors hurtling into the night.

The night merely sighed softly.

"So that's how it is, shaping gods through material means."

With a single turn of the Star Spear, the void collapsed, and space was completely erased.

The golden fragments turned into light dust before they even got close, and even the lingering echoes were sucked into the darkness.

Boom--!

The light exploded once more.

At that moment, everyone in Wakanda looked up and saw the sky split in two, one half the gold of the Panther God, the other the silvery blue of the night.

That is the boundary between gods.

But the boundaries are crumbling.

The Panther God's claws clashed with the Star Spear once more.

There was no sound.

Only light and darkness are swallowed up.

Immediately, the Panther God's form began to shatter from its chest, as if being peeled away by some invisible force, revealing layers of symbols of faith, ancient incantations, and millennia-old calls.

"Why... why did you destroy all of this?"

Its voice was hoarse, no longer like a roar, but more like a question.

The night watched it calmly.

"I will not destroy, I will replace."

Silence.

The next moment--

The Star Spear transformed into countless rays of light, piercing through the entire body of the Panther God.

That wasn't killing; it was devouring.

The Panther God realized what it was.

That was a ritual to "seize the god".

Only beings higher than God can reconstruct their own divinity by stripping other gods of their faith.

The Panther God struggled, roared, and pleaded.

"Stop! I can surrender! I am willing to serve you as my God, and I offer Vibranium and faith as a sacrifice, I only ask—"

I don't need your faith.

Night whispered.

"What I want is for this planet to be under my rule!"

He reached out his hand.

Starlight flowed from his palm and fell upon the Panther God's head.

At that moment, the golden-black divine body completely collapsed, turning into countless specks of light, which were absorbed into the night's chest.

The deity's body turned to ashes, fragments of his divine position merged into the Star Spear, and new patterns emerged on the spear—symbolizing dominion and eternity.

The sky grew completely dark.

But in the darkness, a silver-blue halo rose, illuminating the entirety of Wakanda.

The Panther God —disappeared.

But its name was rewritten as "Star Sequence".

That is the system of night.

The star wheel spun behind him, as if celestial bodies were being rearranged.

The tide of faith swept across the land, and countless Wakanda knelt, weeping, praying, and bewildered. Their souls were unconsciously rewritten, turning in a new direction—not the totem of the leopard, but the imprint of the stars.

Night became the new god.

He looked down at the scorched earth.

The flames had not yet died down, and lava was still flowing across the mountain, but the air was no longer filled with the breath of the gods; only an older, purer force was breathing.

"Good stuff, what a waste..."

He whispered.

The metal mass underground began to writhe, like blood being awakened, flowing towards him.

They recombine, transforming into a cloak with flowing star patterns that covers his figure.

Looking up at the sky at night, a new star was taking shape.

In his ears, countless whispers rang out—the remnants of the Panther God, the prayers of Wakanda, echoes from the depths of the universe.

He closed his eyes, and all sound fell silent.

Then, a new law was written into the void:

--The Divine Authority of Stars transcends matter.

At that moment, the spiritual energy of the entire African continent trembled.

The old myths are crumbling, and a new era is being born.

In the distance, the Vibranium veins on the mountaintop burst open like fire, with countless silver-blue energies surging from the cracks.

Those are the remains of the Panther God, and the new foundation of the night.

The wind picked up again.

He slowly landed on the ground, the rocks beneath his feet covered in starlight, turning into a mirror.

In the reflection, his eyes no longer resembled those of a human, but rather reflected the movement of an entire galaxy.

"Interesting, is this what deity status looks like in the Marvel universe?"

After a moment of silence, the world suddenly brightened.

The roar echoed for miles, and all the Wakanda looked up to see the new star shining in the sky, brighter than the sun, but without warmth.

That's a sign of night.

From that time on, Wakanda no longer worshipped the Panther God.

Their temple was covered in silvery-blue light, the holy statue was split in two, and a new altar rose from the ruins.

Faith has been rewritten.

Night turned and left.

His footsteps were silent, yet they stirred up a fine cloud of stardust.

The stardust fell to the ground, transforming into a new imprint of order.

When someone touches them, they awaken the power of the star runes.

This is the price and the reward for seizing divine authority.

He didn't turn around.

Because he knew that the will of the Panther God had merged into his body, becoming one of the new star sequences.