This game could already be declared over.
"Blood Colonel" Hellman was dead. "Nightingale" Belle, "Mason" Anthony, and "Paper Flying Bird" Ander had all collapsed with grievous injuries, having lost the strength to fight again.
Had the latter three not carried the power that April's Hour-God, Miss Elegy, had secretly arranged in advance, they too would have fallen beneath Gilan's sword.
Yet even so, judging by their current condition, they were merely lingering on as they awaited death. Once the illusory white flowers protecting them vanished, their time would come.
A deathly silence hung over the vast gray fog plain.
The young man in black stood straight and silent as he sheathed the translucent crimson Philosopher's Sword back into its cane sheath.
Clang!
Gilan swept his gaze across the surroundings and let out a long breath.
"It's over..."
he murmured in the murky gray haze.
In this battle between apostles, he had ultimately emerged victorious against four opponents alone. Although their seamless coordination had killed him ten times in succession, it did not affect the outcome.
And this was within Gilan's expectations.
After all, with his current overwhelming strength, even four apostles working together could not kill him completely.
With the two Outer God authorities of Iridescence and Pilan in hand, together with the Bubble Law originating from the Dream Lord in Secret History A, Gilan was practically invincible beneath the Hour-Gods.
"I wonder how the other battlefields are faring?"
Gilan turned to look into the void at his side.
At that moment.
In the outside world, Caesar, the leader currently within the Empire's Four Directions Palace, also witnessed Gilan's victory through the projection before him.
The red-curled young man had watched the entire battle of Gilan facing four apostles alone, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Thanks to