Only God-Chapter 547 - 471 The Plain of Fallen Gods

It was abundantly clear that Angel Schiller’s bet with the Gods had not only shaken the Celestial Kingdom.

Above the layers of the Cloud Sea, Solamus, the Great Angel, had a face full of shock, unable to believe this news.

Yet the assertive demeanor of Love God Lian Xidi forced Solamus to confront the reality.

Great Angel Schiller was going to war with the Gods.

"God... could You have foreseen this?"

Solamus murmured in astonishment.

As the Great Angel, Solamus always knew that angels didn’t have much affection for the Gods of the Celestial Kingdom; even though they greeted Gods like Hiris and Lian Xidi with smiles, those were exceptions.

But Solamus had never imagined that Great Angel Schiller would actually go to war with the Gods.

"Solamus, what should we do now?"

Lian Xidi asked with a face full of worry.

Initially, the Love God also didn’t believe the news, considering it a baseless rumor created by the panicked Gods.

But now it seemed not a rumor, but a nailed-on fact.

Solamus revealed a bitter smile.

No matter what, Schiller’s actions were too outrageous.

At this point in time, to recklessly erupt into conflict with the Divine was unreasonable and improper by any measure.

Solamus thought to himself that, if it were him, he would never make such a mistake. He had enough power to mediate the contradictions between them, rather than intensifying them to the point of a complete outbreak.

Thinking this, Solamus couldn’t help but feel self-reproach. He blamed himself for not having been able to persuade God to take back the mission given to Schiller and also for not stopping the impulsive Schiller in time.

But, regardless, what was done was done, and the conflict was now inevitable.

"Let’s report this matter to God."

Solamus paused, something coming to mind.

He remembered God had mentioned before, God intended for Xilan to act as the Prophet and go to the earth to stop a war.

"Could it be this war?"

At this thought, Solamus felt slightly less panicked and somewhat more settled.

Before long, the Great Angel and Love God arrived before the throne, to report to God about Schiller’s bet with the Gods.

"God, did You anticipate this?

Did You already know that Schiller would wage a war with the Gods, which is why You had Xilan..."

Saying this, Solamus seemed to remember something, showing a hesitant expression.

"No, not Xilan, the conflict that Xilan is to pacify is not this one; what he is to quell is the conflict of mortals."

Chen Yi saw through Solamus’ hesitation, speaking soothingly:

"Moreover, Xilan has not yet fully mastered the Path of the Hermit, has he?"

Solamus nodded, which was precisely his hesitation just now.

"Then God, about Schiller’s situation..."

Lian Xidi stepped in to ask,

"What should we do now, allow him to wage a war with the Gods?"

Chen Yi did not answer directly, only saying:

"Actually, I had already seen the panic of the Gods,

and similarly, I had seen the impulsiveness of Schiller."

Hearing such a reply, both Lian Xidi and Solamus breathed a sigh of relief.

Such words meant that God had anticipated this.

"But I do not intend to stop them."

God’s response was contrary to Lian Xidi and Solamus’ expectations.

"Why, why is that?

Schiller... he is not enough to contend against three Divine beings..."

Solamus said in bewilderment.

As the Great Angel, Solamus was very clear about how much Angel Grace Schiller had received.

He, like Solamus himself, only possessed the power equivalent to a Fifth Rank Divine being.

Yet the bet required Schiller to fight against three alone.

No matter how one saw it, it was a battle doomed to defeat, and its cause was Schiller’s impulsiveness.

Chen Yi shook her head, speaking unhurriedly:

"Solamus, you no longer understand Schiller."

The Great Angel looked puzzledly towards God.

"You must understand that Schiller is not just a Great Angel anymore; he is also a Pioneer."

Chen Yi slowly raised his head, gazing into the vast expanse of the starry ocean,

"Schiller, he is the first to tread the path of creation by God."

...

Schiller could hardly bear the anxious look in Sofia’s eyes.

She was his own creation, bestowed with the identity of a queen, yet she was the most troubled soul upon the Sea of Souls.

"You should trust me as you trust God,"

the Great Angel said angrily.

Sofia didn’t dodge or hide, replying:

"But you are not God, are you?

God is beyond doubt, while you are just a king, and kings can be doubted."

The Fairy Queen’s words left the Great Angel speechless, unsure of how to respond.

At this moment, Schiller deeply regretted creating Sofia. In his madness at the time, he had crafted this fairy.

"This is practically a journey of nine deaths and one life.

How could you, a Great Angel, oppose three Divine Beings?

Even mortals, if they heard, would scoff at your overestimation of yourself."

Sofia’s tone sounded so earnest and pleading.

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

asked Schiller, his voice growing deeper.

"I want to persuade you to give up,"

Sofia stood up, leaning on her scepter, prodding Schiller’s skin as she spoke,

"I don’t want to lose you.

To me,

you are more real than the distant God, but because of that reality, you’re also easier to lose."

Though Sofia’s tone was flat, Schiller still heard the tender affection beneath that calm.

So, Schiller took a deep breath and said softly,

"You don’t understand, what power lies in the path of creation by God.

Not just you, but those Divine Beings as well have never understood.

The reason I fight with Them is to make Them witness this power."

At this point, Sofia knew that no matter how she pleaded, Schiller’s mind was set, beyond change.

"So... should I say, ’I am about to lose you’?"

Sofia said quietly.

Schiller revealed a smile, patting Sofia on the head,

"God will watch over me."

...

The battle would take place seven days later.

For the Gods, as for Schiller, the seven days would pass in the blink of an eye.

When the time came, the three Divine Beings all appeared upon the earth.

The God of Victory Laiendos, the Storm God Utus, and the Earth God Lorri.

They faced the six-winged Great Angel directly, without a word.

A slight breeze crossed the sea, the blue ocean calm, reflecting the vast sky overhead, where, in the distant star sea, countless Divine Beings were watching this battle that would determine the fate of the Gods.

If they won, the Gods would possess the possibility of hiding the path of creation by God, but if they lost, the hopes of concealing it would dwindle to a scant few.

For the Gods, this was a battle they could only win, not lose.

The three Divine Beings did not move for the moment, waiting quietly before the six-winged Great Angel, whose gaze did not fall on Them.

Schiller looked down from on high, seeing not just the ocean but the sprawling land, vaguely reminding him of the scenery on the day of his rebirth.

Back then, how he envied Solamus, charged with a mission.

He had been at such great heights, sounding the horn of Heaven after witnessing the fall of the Gods.

Time had passed, circumstances had shifted, the past had become scripture on paper,

but he was now,

he, too, stood at a great height,

about to knock on the door of a new era.

The millennial Prophet was history,

and the plains where the Gods fell were already covered with blossoming mountain flowers.

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