Thunder rumbled through the sky from time to time. Soon, it was as if a blood-red rift had appeared. Vast amounts of scorching flames could clearly be seen within it, accompanied faintly by waves of battle cries and shouts of slaughter.
Roger's Data Artisan and Spirit Realm Authority rapidly spread throughout the Greater Fallen World, continuously clearing away countless traces of pollution bearing the color of war.
The wooden sculpture incarnated by the Lord of the Fallen also began to grow increasingly Void-weak.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a blurry Void Apparition appeared in the distant sky. It was hazy, yet its enormous, burly form was unmistakable. It carried countless weapons, with a warhorse beneath it... This was Roger's first time truly seeing the War God's projection, but the instant he saw it, he understood its identity.
"Magic, why are you here?" A vast, booming voice echoed across the skies of the Greater Fallen World. Clearly, the other party had recognized the Magic Goddess.
Facing the War God's Void Apparition, the Magic Goddess seemed entirely unconcerned. Instead, she turned her gaze toward Roger. "What do you think? Should we clear it out?"
"No. I'm almost done." Roger slightly shook his head and accelerated his assimilation with the Fallen World.
Seeing the Magic Goddess actually ignore him and speak to those two gods who appeared so weak, the War God's Void Apparition began to grow enraged.
Especially after sensing the Lord of the Fallen's distinctive aura, as well as Roger's aura from experiencing a portion of his authority, the War God's fury seemed to reach its peak. Faintly, he appeared to have realized exactly who these two weak presences were!
His anger continued to rise as scorching heat endlessly spread from the rift.
Finally, he could no longer endure it. He drew his bow