This was a god who had sacrificed an entire city to descend as an avatar. His methods were extremely brutal, something few gods would resort to—such actions were typically associated with demons.
"Bane!" Upon seeing this god's avatar, the Amethyst Dragon's expression became extremely grave. This was an existence far beyond his ability to contend with. Judging by the aura of blood surrounding him, it was clear that this god's avatar had already ascended to the pinnacle of what the material world could contain—Legendary peak!
"How many will die this time?" thought the Amethyst Dragon bitterly. Against a being of this level, even he might not survive.
But the problem was, he absolutely couldn't flee. If he did, without him holding the line, the dragons and giants present would be slaughtered by this God of Tyranny before reinforcements from Synapse arrived.
If he dared to escape, even if he survived by some miracle, Muria, the Lord of Synapse, would never forgive him. Synapse's military orders were crystal clear—any general who abandoned his subordinates and fled would face execution.
"Form ranks!" Despite the bitterness in his heart, the Amethyst Dragon called his subordinates to form a battle array, even instructing the giant legion below to form their own battle formations. The power from the legion wasn't fully compatible with his, but under these circumstances, there was no choice. Any delay he could manage was crucial.
"Have the reinforcements below retreat—save as many as possible!"
Surrounded by the dazzling radiance of rainbow-colored elemental energy, the Amethyst Dragon looked down at the various righteous warriors of different races who had come to aid them, sighing softly.
Then, he gazed at the distant figure of the god's avatar. With a determined bite of his dragon teeth, he charged forward. The call for reinforcements had been sent out; hopefully, he wouldn't have to hold out for too long.
"Futile struggle!" The Tyrant God's avatar stood atop the blood pool, watching the Amethyst Dragon gathering his army's power but made no move to stop him.
An ant that could be easily crushed—what did it matter if it grew slightly larger? A little more pressure, and it would still be smashed just as easily.
"Let's see what gives that arrogant Titan and dragon child the courage to wage war against us!"
Standing over the blood pool, the God of Tyranny devoured the life essence from the pool, steadily increasing the strength of his avatar. When fighting beings like Titans, a powerful body was essential.
Roar!
As the Tyrant God pondered, he noticed the Amethyst Dragon, glowing with the energy of his legion, charging at him. His face showed disdain as he gripped the ever-growing bone sword in his hand, casually slashing out a sword beam.
Ten breaths later, the heavily wounded Amethyst Dragon was sent flying, crashing heavily in front of the giant army. His chest heaved slowly—he was on the verge of being killed by the god's avatar. Every wound inflicted on him was impossible to heal.
Thud! Thud! Thud...
The sound of footsteps on rubble approached. Having drained all the life essence from the blood pool, the God of Tyranny walked toward the injured dragon and the awaiting giant legion. He stopped in front of the gravely wounded dragon and looked down at him with cold disdain.
"Worm, do you see the difference between us?"
"Pathetic creature!" Despite the god's mockery, the Amethyst Dragon defiantly retorted.
"How many of your followers did you sacrifice to obtain this power? They died without ever knowing that their souls were merely fuel for your strength!"
"For them to sacrifice themselves for me is an honor."
"But without those ants exalting you to your throne, could you even stand above others like this? Pathetic! Sacrificing your own followers—you're digging your own grave."
"Heh!" The God of Tyranny's lips curled in mockery. If he didn't sacrifice his followers, should he leave them for others to kill? He saw no need to explain further, however. Instead, he kicked the dragon's mountain-like body, sending it flying. Before the dragon hit the ground, the god raised his bone sword and cleaved the dragon in two. Shimmering amethyst dragon blood splattered the ground, creating a sorrowful scene.
"Now it's your turn. I will make that half-breed know the price of defying me!" The God of Tyranny no longer paid attention to the nearly-dead dragon and stepped toward the giant legion.
The dragons above were already showing signs of collapse. The strongest among them had been easily defeated by the god's avatar, and they knew charging in would only mean death. Fighting was pointless.
"Evil god, die!" The giants in the front ranks, faced with the looming threat, raised their weapons and charged. From the rear, many more giants threw their weapons at the god. There was no point in running, so they decided to fight with dignity rather than being looked down upon by this arrogant god.
Whoosh! Regardless of what kind of weapon approached, once it reached a certain distance from Bane's avatar, it simply stopped midair before silently turning to dust, scattering to the ground.
Boom!
In response to the giants' assault, Bane slashed out with his sword. The giants' mighty bodies, strong armor, and heavy shields—all were cleaved in two by the sword's beam, and blood dyed the space crimson.
"Kid, didn't I tell you to leave? Why are you still here?" The elderly priest Om looked at the young man standing in front of him, torn between anger and amusement.
"I can't leave. I'm a paladin. I can't yield to evil." The paladin, Ande, replied with determination. His eyes were filled with resolve, even as he watched the giants ahead fall one by one.
"Don't worry, as long as I stand, I won't let this evil god harm you."
"This is the first time I've met someone as foolish as you." Before Ande could react, he felt an unstoppable force lifting him into the air. The next moment, he was hurled hundreds of meters away by the old priest, who casually swung a mace larger than Ande's body.
"Fool, your job is to stay alive and, if possible, avenge me," said the priest before charging into battle alongside the giants, wielding his staff and mace.
"Why hasn't anyone come to help yet?" A young elven girl lying in a pool of giant blood gazed at the rampaging god avatar with despair.
"Bane, you're courting death!" The space around her trembled, and a thin crack appeared, slowly widening. From within, an armored hand emerged, tearing the crack open wider. A figure with long black hair stepped out.
"Prince Muria!" The elven girl, lying amidst the rubble, looked up at the tall figure standing before her, her eyes filled with excitement. She had once had the fortune of seeing this noble being when she first arrived in Synapse.
"As a god, you strike at mortals? Have you no dignity?" Muria's expression showed both disdain and anger as he stared at the god's avatar, who had quickly descended through a blood sacrifice.
"Does it matter? I descended to deal with you ants. Whether you're a legend or a mere mortal, you're all the same in my eyes." Bane's avatar, standing atop the corpses of giants, remained indifferent, even at Muria's arrival.
"Then I am just another ant to you?" Muria asked, his face slowly breaking into a gentle smile.
"Of course," answered the seven-meter-tall, heavily armored avatar of Bane, his expression cold and detached.
"Well then, Tyrant God, have you ever tasted the feeling of being slain by ants?"
"Hmph, insignificant creature…"
"It seems not. But today, you're in luck—you'll have the chance to experience what it feels like to be felled by me. I hope it's something you'll never forget."
Muria began walking toward the god. As he did, his body grew until it matched Bane's avatar in size.
Whenever Muria encountered a god's avatar, he saw it as an opportunity to hone himself. These ancient beings, even if of mediocre talent, had lived long enough to master certain skills. To Muria, each god's avatar was a perfect whetstone.
"Do you think wearing legendary armor qualifies you to challenge me? Ignorant ant!" Seeing Muria approach, Bane also raised his bone sword and descended from the hill of giant corpses.
Clang!
Before they could close the remaining hundred meters, both vanished, clashing violently in the center of the battlefield, their weapons colliding with a deafening crash.
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