Hate me, Miss Witch!-Chapter 502 - 239: Let the Age of Myth End Here (8k)

Chapter 502: Chapter 239: Let the Age of Myth End Here (8k)

It’s akin to in Shiayar’s previous life, where a once massive asteroid, after piercing through the atmosphere and crashing to the ground, is reduced to merely a tenth or even a hundredth of its original size as meteorite rubble.

If what Shiayar fired from that enormous sniper rifle were a conventional bullet, it would undoubtedly be a foolish decision.

After all, no matter how powerful the sniper shot is, after spanning such vast distances, its remaining power would never be enough to threaten a dozen deities working together.

Thus, from the beginning to the end, what Shiayar painstakingly sought to send from the Main Material Plane to the Astral Realm coordinates transmitted by the Goddess of Abundance was merely this tiny transparent light particle.

Shiayar called it the "Origin Bullet."

The "Origin Bullet" itself has no formidable destructive power.

After traversing multiple world barriers, not only do the exalted deities remain unaffected, but even a moderately powerful Transcendent could easily block it.

However, just as its name suggests, the "Origin Bullet."

It is a precursor sent to the Hall of Gods.

Also a proclamation marking the end of the mythological Era—

A missive.

...

"What is that?"

The God of War’s murmur was faint, yet it was clearly captured and repeated by the icy voice of the Goddess of Abundance. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

Even though the Storm God’s furious Thunder Hammer was right before her, the Goddess of Abundance seemed utterly oblivious.

She merely gazed at the giant of twilight, uttering in a voice that was both chilling and fervently passionate.

"It is the gift bestowed upon you by the Father God."

"A blessing for you to cleanse the sins tainting you and to gain a renewed life..."

As she spoke, a bewitching divine mark glowed brightly on the pristine forehead of the Goddess of Abundance.

The thick divine aura compelled all surrounding deities to cast their gaze towards it.

At this moment, they also noticed the transparent light particle shooting from the far reaches beyond the sky, from the direction of the Western Continent and the Main Material Plane.

Yet evidently, this inconspicuous light particle, devoid of energy fluctuations, failed to garner their attention, and besides, they did not possess the God of War’s Rank to sense the faint, blurry warning sign.

They simply watched as the divine mark on the white forehead of the Goddess of Abundance grew brighter, more dazzling.

The next moment.

Crack—

It was the sound of the divine mark shattering.

Has Abundance gone mad?

This thought crossed the mind of every deity present at this moment.

All Fabled Creatures, they could clearly see that the divine mark on the forehead of the Goddess of Abundance represented all the Divinity she held as a deity.

With her Divinity shattering now, it was nothing short of self-mutilation for the Goddess of Abundance.

Even if it could be re-collected, her Rank would undoubtedly plummet.

However, no matter how the deities felt at this moment, they couldn’t alter what unfolded within the Bronze Palace—

Crack.

Another sound of a divine mark shattering echoed.

The divine mark on the Life Goddess’s forehead also shattered, even her emerald green hair transforming into a bizarre blood-red.

The proactive shattering of Divinity by both the Goddess of Abundance and the Goddess of Life instantly dispersed within the Bronze Hall.

Almost all of the deities’ eyes flashed with greed.

It was unowned Divinity—

For any Fabled Creature, devouring unowned Divinity is akin to a chance to ascend to great heights, equating to a leap over an entire Era’s worth of arduous cultivation.

As for devouring too much Divinity, causing loss of control similar to the creator of the Glorious Era, ultimately leading to madness... the majority of the deities couldn’t bother with such concerns at this moment.

Those are the worries after ascending the Throne of Heaven; most deities never even had the qualification to compete for the Throne of Heaven, let alone contemplate such distant matters.

Yet, before any other deities could make a move to seize the Divinity.

In the next moment—

The scattering Divinity silently reached the horizon’s end—onto the transparent, seemingly harmless Origin Bullet.

The very next instant.

The light vanished.

Nurtured by the voluntary shattering of the Divinity and Divine Power of the Goddess of Abundance and the Goddess of Life.

With the Origin Bullet, fired by Shiayar using the invincible metal constructed sniper rifle named "Meteor Stream," as the starting point.

First started an inconspicuous collapse of Divinity factors...

Then, the collapse sparked an unrestrained chain.

From one to two, from two to four.

From four to eight, from eight to sixteen.

Freed from constraints, freed from limits.

Within a single second, the collapsing reaction occurred tens of millions of times, until engulfing all nearby Divinity.

Throughout this process, all deities within the Bronze Hall became part of the collapse chain.

Facing that fatal, sudden erupting threat, they instinctively drew upon their Divine Power, wanting to resist.

Yet, the more they resisted and struggled.

Those Divine Powers, in which the deities once placed the utmost trust, forming the foundation of their strength, now joined that chain of "Fantasy Collapse," becoming the fuel and aid of the devouring frenzy.

Until the collapse chain consumed the entire Bronze Palace.

Then it reassembled once more.

The mass of Divinity disintegrated under the effect of the spell.

And the spell, without holding back, converted that disintegrated mass into the purest light and heat, pure destructive power.