Translator: imperfectluck Editor: Pranav
An ancient epic was re-enacted at this moment; an undying True God had managed to fall.
The chains that represented divine punishment had pulled Felix down from his status as a True God. And without that status, he no longer had the divine power that could regenerate himself from his injuries, so he finally began panicking.
After receiving the honor of becoming a God, he would never have been able to imagine that he would one day fall in battle. To him, battles were just games, and mortals were just the chess pieces on the chessboard. Yet this game had now turned fatal for him.
Panic and helplessness finally appeared in his eight eyes as he was now experiencing fear and despair for the first time, emotions which he had been giving to the mortals all this time.
He truly wanted to escape.
But it was already too late.
The Seven Deadly Sins had arrived...
“Damned Gods, have we People of the Mist offended you? What’s with all this? Is it so hard to just live peacefully?”
The furious Ah Bas of Wrath ripped off one of Felix’s long legs in a single movement, causing dark-purple poisonous blood to spray everywhere. The enormous three-headed hellhound had already become larger than the gigantic spider, and two of Bastian’s heads kept injuring Felix while the other head angrily roared and spat death.
Without a doubt, he was venting his anger, but there was nothing wrong with him doing so—many warriors were also shouting at the ugly spider.
“Why us! Why can’t we just live peacefully in this land?”
The northern people had already suffered so much, and they, too, wanted to ask why war had to occur in their homeland again! Was it too much to ask for to want to live in peace?
Yet Felix didn’t answer, nor was he able to answer.
“Ah Dang, Ah Dang hates spiders!”
The huge titan, which was speaking in a low and muffled voice, had transformed into an enormous octopus, with its flexible yet robust tentacles curling around the vicious spider. Ah Dang used suppression techniques that no human could use to seal Felix’s efforts at resistance, and his thickest tentacle had turned into a round hammer that continually smashed Felix’s head.
To Ah Dang, values such as truth and justice were never of importance. The concept of peace that humans believed in was also meaningless, but there was one point he absolutely couldn’t tolerate—if anyone dared to harm his family, then Ah Dang would go all out and viciously beat that person.
“Lock on to Felix’s limbs! Fire half of all our remaining ammunition!”
This time, cannon fire and smoke covered the skies. Even though Felix’s still outstanding defense helped him ignore these cannon shells, Envy’s Borealis spun Felix around like a dragon before proceeding to brutally sink its horn into his forehead.
That was a cursed horn belonging to a SemiGod Single-Horned Whale. This strike, which contained some partial divine power, wasn’t an attack that Felix, who had lost his divine power, was able to ignore.
“Hiss! Ahh!”
Felix’s sharp wails sounded just like the cruelest type of curse magic, but unfortunately, he was being suppressed by two undead even larger than himself—he was utterly incapable of movement. Felix could only obediently remain as our living target.
But this was only the beginning. The newcomer to the Seven Deadly Sins wanted to show off its ability in front of its older siblings.
“Mine! All mine! I’m envious of your eight divine eyes! I’m going to take them for myself!”
With a dark glow enveloping Envy, Felix lost four of his eyes, and at this very instant, four dark green eyes appeared on the front half of the Borealis.
And Felix, who had lost half of his eyes, was worse off than having been blind, as the chaotic situation for him turned into twisted scenery. He soon lost his balance under the suppression of the enormous undead that had been causing him to continually shake.
“Ah, my younger siblings, your older brother has arrived.”
That familiar magnanimous-sounding voice caused the two colossal undead beasts to pause simultaneously in surprise. This manner of addressing them would only be used by that fellow who causes everyone to feel discomfort when simply looking at him.
But after his light-sounding words came a thunderstorm.
“Million-undead armies!”
Countless undead armies suddenly appeared, and they furiously poured forth as if they had just erupted from a volcano. The low-level undead climbed over the gigantic spider—it was a magical version of a scene of ants swarming an elephant.
Yet this still wasn’t over.
“Ah, my fist is beauty and justice! My justice is the will of my kingdom!”
The man in form-fitting clothes made a sliding movement while being surrounded by innumerable thin threads that were, in fact, soul connections, which gave this man that nobody could stand looking at an endless amount of power. His ridiculously exaggerated flying kick pierced through the humongous spider’s stomach, causing large amounts of divine blood to pour out from Felix’s wound and distort any plants that it touched. The Spider Prince had received a heavy injury.
Omar’s attack definitely attracted everyone’s attention, but what greeted him were his allies’ complaints.
“What’s with calling yourself the older brother? You’re the youngest!”
“Ah Dang is the oldest brother!”
The arrival of four of the Seven Deadly Sins along with strong reinforcements from the fresh new undead army that didn’t know the meaning of fatigue finally helped the defending warriors relax. Meanwhile, the true guardians of this land, the ace knight squadron that had the reputation of being undefeatable whenever they numbered over one hundred, had arrived once again in the present day.
Those beautiful silver-white arcs in the sky were, shockingly, strong warriors. The veteran knights among them were in no hurry, and they acted like a wolf pack surrounding its prey as they searched for their enemy’s weak point.
And, at that moment, Felix, who was on the verge of collapsing, had already revealed his weak point.
“Everyone, prepare to charge! Use the ‘death slide’ tactic!”
The Aurora Knights that never numbered over one hundred actually had nearly three hundred knights now. This famous #1 ranked knight squadron in the Northlands had now revived itself from the ashes of the Mist Kingdom, and its classical combat strategy was now revisiting the stages of history.
The seemingly shining Aurora became beautiful silver meteors as they streaked through the sky. Their thrown spears and ice arrows froze Felix’s critical areas and joints as the Frigid Nightmare steeds beneath them created paths of ice in the sky.
When the crystal-clear path in the sky was finally completed, the sleeping white dragon had transformed into a fatally sharp blade.
“Everyone, charge!”
At the beginning of the icy path in midair, the veteran knights were taking the lead as the newer knights loosened their grips on their reins and allowed the legendary Frigid Nightmares to carry them on this charge.
“Vanguard, ice blades! All invaders shall perish!”
As the Aurora Knights slid on the ice path, the accumulated power of the ice helped sharpen their icy blades as they kept enlarging and increasing in speed. By the time the Aurora Knights reached the ice path’s end, their ice blades had transformed into fatal blades at soaring speeds.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
Countless huge blades pierced into Felix’s body at light speed, and when most of the ice blades had pierced into his body, the Aurora Knights themselves mixed in with their ice blades and used their own bodies as blades; they transformed into rainbows of colors as they tore Felix’s body apart once more.
“Rear guard, reorganize for the second charge!”
After exhausting their ice blades, the knights flew back up to the beginning of the ice path to begin a new round of construction of the ice blades. Unless all the Aurora Knights’ Frigid Nightmares used up every last drop of their mana, this ice blade attack would never end. This was the ‘death slide’ tactic that the Aurora Knights specially used for destroying mega-sized targets.
The largest ‘death slide’ tactic in history used thirty-six Aurora Knights, and they had managed to slay an Ancient White Dragon. But this time, their number was more than that by ten times! The endless ice blades were at the top of physical attacks, and they even contained magical attack power from death and ice magic. Except for Ah Dang, who couldn’t feel pain at all, everyone—even Bastian and Omar—had to step backwards.
This time, it was the Frigid Nightmare Lion King’s turn to transform into a huge beast and suppress Felix, as he was immune to his fellow Frigid Nightmares’ ice magic. The Lion King, however, quickly discovered that this was completely unnecessary, as Felix had now lost all energy and was injured to the point where he couldn’t even move.
*Roar!*
The blind spider that had lost its leg pitifully roared in pain. It was no longer a threat; the Poison God, the harbinger of so much death, had its body pierced all over repeatedly before it finally collapsed with the ice blades still stuck into its body. Ah Dang transformed into a huge-mawed devourer and chomped the spider’s head in a single bite, delivering the final, fatal blow.
When the gigantic spider finally lost its head and collapsed, I received a message from my System. [Congratulations to Host. You have completed the ‘Slaying a God’ quest, and your reward is a God Equipment...]. And it was only then that I finally relaxed my incredibly tense mind and immediately canceled the God’s Descent.
“Finally...”
I was fully satisfied from the feeling of victory, and as I watched Wumianzhe’s soul return to the heavens above, I gave up any resistance and sunk into a deep slumber.
“Congratulations; you did it.”
After waking up, the first sentence I heard was rather surprising.
The next moment, however, all my fatigue instantly vanished, because I recognized the identity of the young-seeming person before me.
“Ayer.”
The person learning against the window and gazing outside was precisely the Death God Ayer. It was only that this time, he wasn’t wearing his signature black robe; the long white robe he was currently donning actually made him resemble a bookish scholar.
“What did I do?”
I was still suffering from the backlash of using God’s Descent. My memories were still a chaotic swirl in my mind, and I had no idea what had happened after I had fallen asleep.
Ayer was surprised at my question, but then he chuckled.
“Felix died. Although it was with the participation of another God, he’s still perhaps the first True God to die by a mortal’s hand in more than two thousand years.”
My memories gradually returned, and I recalled how the Poison God was finally surrounded and slain. It was very likely that the entire world was shocked—a True God was slain immediately after ascending. Lorci would definitely be infuriated...
“Right, did Lorci do anything? How did she react?”
“Lorci is dead.”
Ayer casually tossed such a tremendous bomb at me.
“Dead? How did she die?”
Unlike Felix, Lorci had descended to the mortal plane using her true body. Although she wouldn’t be able to return to her Divine Country for the time being, a True God in her complete form would definitely possess frightening strength—a completely different level from Felix, who was a fresh new God that had descended into a host’s body. Lorci was a veteran True God with far greater strength than Felix. Who in the mortal plane could possibly kill her?
“It was the Abyssal Prince Karwenz. Not even Lorci’s corpse remained.”
“Karwenz!?”
“Yep. It is highly probable that her double betrayal angered the big shots of both sides. The leaders of Chaos wanted to kill her, and nobody on the Order side was willing to protect her, so she ended up dying. Hmph. This will scare those who are still undecided and sitting on the fence.”
Ayer described it so casually, but with a little deduction on my part, I was aware that the death of the two dark elf Gods would cause a huge wave.
“Ask her; she’s probably anxious to see you.”
At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and Elisa entered; upon seeing me awake, she had an obviously relieved expression.
“You’re finally awake—you’ve been sleeping for six days already. If you didn’t wake up soon, I wouldn’t have known what to do.”
Six days? My chaotic memories must have clouded my mind, as I felt like it was less than a day.
Following Elisa was a vast mob of noisy people. And they all had something in common...
“Your Highness, Her Highness Reyne is still missing, and our military reorganization needs you to take charge.”
“The other countries’ generals and leaders are requesting that you attend conferences for dealing with the aftermath of the battle, drawing of new borders, the division of the victory loot—all these require your presence. Our Eastern Mist Communal Country stands to profit greatly this time, but without your presence, we’re unable to control the situation.”
“The undead army is currently stationed outside the castle. Thanks to their performance during that battle, they haven’t caused a panic, but we need an effective way to communicate with them...”
“The Rhodes Kingdom has mentioned the possibility of them accepting the Church of Law, and their highest-ranked priest Xueti is requesting a personal meeting with you to discuss the specifics.”
“The man with the undead army actually started a contest to see who is the strongest and handsomest. He and Lord Xueti are currently competing in the finals. Their clothes have all exploded—that scene is too beautiful that I don’t even dare to describe it! My lord, you’re the only one who can stop them! Before they destroy this entire city, please do something to stop them!”
Before I could even react, countless chaotic affairs were dumped upon my head, and when I turned around to request for help, I discovered that Ayer had completely vanished.
After that, I was instantly overrun by the chatting babble before me, and my sickbed was piled to the top with tasks requiring my immediate attention and various official documents.
“That’s right—Elisa! You guys can go find her; she has my full authority as my representative.”
Where else was I supposed to find such a good assistant scapegoat? Yet before I could even look in Elisa’s direction, that former Demon Marchioness, who had anticipated that I would push everything onto her, had also already vanished somewhere.
“Hey—hey, don’t be so heartless! I just woke up, and you want me to do so much already?”
I wanted to escape, but the attendants and officials around me had already placed their own swords to their necks—a threat that they would kill themselves if I just ignored them.
I could only helplessly sigh and take a document as I begun the busywork that would make anyone feel powerless.
“If only that little brat were here; just where did Reyne end up? Karwenz should have returned to the Chaos Abyss by now, so why hasn’t Reyne returned? Is it really true that girls won’t return to the nest when they grow up and not care about their fathers anymore!?”
At the exact same time, Reyne was exclaiming out loud in shock as well!
“Where is this?! Why am I here; am I not in the Northlands anymore?”
In the center of human territory was the Bardi Empire. And on the biggest red-light district street in a certain city of this empire, in the most expensive facility named “Elven Night,” Reyne suddenly woke up while being hugged by many women. She immediately discovered that it was quite crowded around her.
“Why are there so many women! Achoo! The perfume is too heavy in here!”
In such a small room, there were a dozen girls that seemed like flowers looking at her, and those women were all looking at her with romantic interest. Some were trying to press their bodies against her while some were even in the midst of removing their clothes.
“Milord, why did you stop singing? I was waiting for your song.”
The golden-haired young lady’s face was turning red as she said so, and her red face and the look in her eyes revealed the fact that she was seriously in love with Reyne—she was looking at Reyne as if Reyne was her first love. The large snow-white mounds on the blonde girl’s chest were even more blinding, and she suddenly wrapped her arms around Reyne. Even though they were of the same gender, Reyne didn’t have much experience in this matter, so her face instantly turned red. Next, however, the women surrounding her said something even more shocking.
“Milord, do you want more? Let my fellow sisters rest a bit; quite a few of us collapsed last night...”
While she was refusing on the surface, all the women’s red faces and efforts at disrobing revealed their true feelings. Reyne was unable to take this any longer.
“Wait, wait, don’t take off your clothes! Hey—hey—hey, why are you all taking off your clothes? I’m a girl as well!”
“Hehe, Milord just loves to play these games of pretending to refuse. Of course, we already know that Milord is a woman, but Milord is far better at this than those useless men. Hehe, none of us sisters can be without you anymore, and every one of us is waiting for you to purchase our debts.”
This time, Reyne realized she had met with a huge disaster as she looked at those hungry, desire-filled eyes and the pile of snow-white bodies in front of her.
And one week later, a report was placed in front of me.
“What? Reyne had fun in the Bardi Empire’s most luxurious red-light district street for half a month, won countless beauties’ favor, received the wondrous title of ‘King of Ten Thousand Flowers,’ and even agreed to innumerable requests to purchase the women’s debts, but in the end, she was penniless, and the red-light district has imprisoned her? And now they’re requesting us to pay her debts and bail her out?”
After hesitating a moment, I ended up replying to the Bardi Empire messenger like this:
“You probably got it wrong! We don’t have a man named Reyne here. Yep, definitely not! What? She’s a woman? Then that’s even more impossible since all of us Mist Royalty are normal people. Definitely no perverts at all! Yep, definitely not! I never lie.”

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