At that same moment, Lynn faced resistance even fiercer than what Aivier encountered.
Like Aivier, they commanded the power of chaos, so they knew she could do little to them in the short term.
Against Lynn, however, they had committed practically their strongest forces!
The God of the Mind, who could twist people's wills!
The God of Strength, who embodied the very concept of strength!
And...
A Nightmare formed entirely from the corrupting power of chaos!
Two Middle Gods!
But that Nightmare clearly fell outside the system of deities, and he was also the only creature among them without a humanoid form.
Black mist shrouded him like a warg prowling through dark miasma. He had sharp fangs and eyes brimming with chaos and madness, but his truly terrifying feature was his body. Countless twisted steel blades sliced out of him, constantly grinding and clashing against one another, as though countless souls were suffering agonizing punishment within him, letting out warped shrieks.
The instant Lynn exchanged blows with him, he saw through to his essence!
He possessed the same form of power as the Nightmare Clown had captured that time. But without question, to appear among these deities, he had to be far stronger than the one Lynn had encountered before.
"Kill him!"
The God of the Mind drifted across the battlefield like a wraith, his voice cold and merciless.
"He is the root of all this! As long as we slay him here, nothing will stand in the way of Father God's awakening! Don't give him any chance!"
"Attack with everything you have!"
His voice was distorted, and limitless malice filled his eyes.
He had long since learned what had happened in the Abyss. Two great deities belonging to their Broken Divine Realm, along with countless troops, had all