Withering.
Ruin.
Within the Kingdom of God.
Only broken eaves and shattered walls remained of the magnificent palaces.
The springlike warmth, birdsong, and fragrant flowers were gone.
The bodies of the Kingdom of God's warriors floated in the air.
Divine maidens wept bitterly amid the ruins.
The only sanctuary in the hearts of the Holy See's believers had been consumed by war.
The Supreme God had fallen into chaos, and the Sun God had died in battle.
The remaining false gods huddled together, nothing but despair in their eyes.
Having lost their godhood and divine power, they were doomed to die.
A breeze blew softly past.
Little White Tiger's long hair drifted in the wind, his sturdy chest heaving, filled with exhilaration.
In this battle, the Dragon Kingdom had suffered devastating losses.
The heads of the great clans had died in battle.
White Garment had entered chaos.
Countless people of resolve from the various prefectures had died fighting.
Everything had been caused by the Holy See, and now their great vendetta had been avenged.
"Whew."
As they exhaled a breath of stale air,
the two undid their fusion and slumped onto a floating boulder, utterly exhausted.
"Do you think you've won?" Aiselin's lower body had turned to stone.
After losing their divine power, all the false gods were gradually turning into statues.
Strangely, beyond the resentment in their eyes, there was even more mockery.
"I didn't win, but you did?" Old Ninth shakily took a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and handed it to Little White Tiger. "Admit it when you lose. Can't take a loss?"
"Believe me, I'll have Sikong Jian take your statue home and grope it every day."
"You shouldn't have destroyed the Kingdom of God." The Goddess of the Stars bent down to look at