Only God-Chapter 561 - 481: The End of the Battle (Combined)

"Not one can be lost."

When Schiller revived these words in the world, time seemed to pause for an instant.

The Storm Domain crumbled in a moment, the pervasive destruction vanished as quickly as it had appeared, as if it had never been.

Wind God Utus, who had decided to sacrifice himself for a chance at victory, stood dumbfounded, his Sword of Victory transforming into a human shape at that instant, staring at the scene with a puzzled expression.

The Earth God Lorri, turned into a giant, was equally at a loss.

The world in front of them seemed to reverse in time, healing the wounds wrought by the great battle.

The collapsing ground rose slowly, ravaged trees righted themselves, and the succession of tsunamis came to a calm. All of this seemed to happen not at the will of any being, but in accordance with the supreme laws that had governed since the dawn of the Celestial Kingdom.

"What in the world..."

Storm God Utus muttered in disbelief.

And the Gods watching from the Celestial Kingdom were in disbelief at what had unfolded.

After those words had been revived, the world returned to its former state as if the shocking struggle had never occurred.

"Is this... the Path of Divine Creation?"

Amidst the awe, an unknown Divine tremblingly exclaimed.

This utterance fell upon the Golden Hall, silencing the Gods in an instant.

As much as the previous struggle shook the world, the scene now playing out was equally absurd.

"The battle isn’t over yet... it’s not over yet..."

A Divine murmured, dazed,

"It continues, we still have a chance, still have a chance..."

The Divine whispered this to themselves, but no one responded to Them.

Is it really not over yet?

Within the Storm Domain, three Gods were on the brink of destruction, yet they were restored by Schiller’s hand.

Did this mean... whether those three Gods lived or died, it all hinged on the Great Angel’s whim?

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Had the struggle truly not ended yet?

No,

It had already reached a conclusion.

"It’s not over, it’s not over..."

Above the sea, the Storm God Utus seemed unable to accept this result, repeatedly mumbling to Himself like one possessed.

What was all this for?

Amassing the power of three Gods, invoking the Storm Domain, self-destruction... could it all not bring about victory?

The proud Utus could not accept this outcome; in His eyes, the fight had to be to the death.

Utus, with the storm in His grasp, fixed His gaze on the Great Angel Schiller.

The latter lifted His face, revealing a smile tinged with slight contempt.

"Is it still not enough, Gods?"

Schiller, holding the Sword of Victory taken from Laiendos, mockingly asked,

"Do you wish to continue?"

Storm God Utus shuddered, unable to accept the result or the impending fate of the Gods.

He saw the terrifying potential of the Path of Divine Creation in the Great Angel.

If that were the case, that power could not fall into the hands of mortals.

Storm God Utus’s surging desire to fight revived the Gods in the Golden Hall from their silence, but at that moment, They were no longer as resolute as before.

They were not excited by Utus’s lofty fighting spirit but showed panic instead, even the most steadfast of the Divine now beginning to waver.

Being Divine, They could clearly see that a struggle without a conclusion had, in fact, come to an outcome.

Never mind that the fate of the three Gods was decided by the Great Angel—had Schiller chosen from the start to revive some historic utterance, those three Gods would have had no chance at victory.

Looking back, this seemingly evenly matched battle had from beginning to end been like a cat toying with a mouse, with the Great Angel Schiller in effortless control, and even now appearing to have plenty in reserve.

Should they truly continue?

In the somber Golden Hall, the Gods found themselves echoing this question in their hearts.

Should this struggle end in a fight to the death?

If death was the outcome, what then awaited those three Gods?

The previously united convictions within the Golden Hall now began to fray; from this moment, no Divine truly believed from the depths of Their hearts that the three would achieve victory.

A sense of despair spread, sweeping through like a plague, turning the once-boastful Divine pale. When the gaze of the other Gods fell upon Them, Their hands and feet trembled involuntarily.

Should they continue?

It was not only the hesitant deities in the Golden Hall; in the battle realms above the sea, both Laiendos and Lorri also expressed doubt.

They believed themselves not without a chance to defeat Schiller, but that possibility was merely thirty percent.

They no longer held the surety of victory they once did.

Storm God Utus, seeing Their hesitation, rebuked,

"What are you hesitating for?

We’ve already pushed Him to this point.

If we fall, what direction will the future of the Gods take, and how will our brothers and sisters regard us?!"

Schiller laughed coldly, raising the Sword of Victory, eying the three Gods with a chilling gaze.

Utus’s roar temporarily stilled the internal turmoil of the God of Victory and the Earth God, who gradually composed Their thoughts and stared intently at the distant Great Angel.

The Gods could not accept a defeat in this battle.

The three Deities’ will to fight surged once again, poised to rekindle the flames of war.

"Enough."

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