The War God roared without restraint. Every god could feel their authorities draining away at a maddening rate, yet they could find no way to break free. Even if they no longer wished to continue attacking, they seemed utterly unable to sever that connection. An immense sense of crisis hung over every god.
"War, do you intend to destroy this world?! If you continue like this, there will no longer be any living beings in this world, do you understand? The whole process may take less than a day, but restoring faith to its current state could take a hundred thousand years, a million years, or even longer."
That single sentence laid bare the core of the interests shared by mortals and gods. Only by protecting mortals could gods harvest faith, and faith was the key to sustaining their existence—a perfect closed loop. Yet hearing those words from the Destruction God felt rather strange.
Under normal circumstances, what villain would not want to retort? But the War God's current state was truly abnormal. The War God still laughed and shouted wantonly, as though the goal had already been achieved—to devour every god's authority and become the sole Astral Spirit God.
However.
At that moment, the purple-glowing War God suddenly sensed danger descending. It was a threat beyond control. Even in that frenzied state, the War God reacted at once. Lights of various colors flashed across the body, as though every authority had sprung into action, including those authorities just seized. The original dark purple became a gaudy, multicolored black; if a designer from Roger's previous life had seen it, they would surely have wept with emotion. Endless divine power began to surge, seemingly intending to form an incredibly powerful suit of defensive armor. But before it could take shape, a