The three powerful divine beings of the Orc Pantheon joined forces, willing to pay even the price of sacrifice to grievously wound Uther, the Lord of Glory.
But in the end, they still failed.
Their defeat had been utterly without suspense. There had not even seemed to be the slightest chance of success.
This sight horrified the gods on the orc side, while the human gods' morale soared, their fighting spirit blazing so fiercely it seemed ready to ignite.
"Your Majesty, leave the rest of the battle to us!" The God of Heroes charged forward with a shout. "These rabble are nothing but chickens and dogs. They are not worth Your Majesty lowering Yourself to strike!"
"Yes, we are enough." The God of Guardians followed as well. He excelled at defense, while the God of Heroes excelled at offense. With the two of them joining hands, the remaining powerful divine beings might not actually be able to defeat them.
Most importantly, the enemy's morale had already been utterly crushed by the Lord of Glory. They could no longer possibly have the courage to fight to the bitter end.
They were all battle-hardened veterans who had fought their way from mortals to powerful divine beings. If they still could not win under these circumstances, they might as well retire and go home to live out their old age!
In truth, both sides understood this. But the orc gods still clung to a sliver of hope, hoping that by huddling together for warmth, they could overcome the humans—after all, a numerical advantage was always good for bolstering one's courage.
Unfortunately, having many people did not necessarily mean having greater strength. Let alone in this world, where high-end combat power was monstrously powerful, even in the world before Sui Xiong had transmigrated—where the