After reaching the maximum level, my "soft rice system" finally arrived.

boom--

The bronze throne collapsed with a crash, turning into thousands of flying bronze fragments.

The dim divine power was raging... tearing the solidified twilight into pieces.

The eyes of the Twilight Giant held an indescribable astonishment.

As the god of war... just like countless strategists and military advisors... He can easily predict the development and direction of parts of the battle.

however--

At this moment.

In the future He foresaw...

But all that remains is a monotonous and barren development.

If, previously, the opponent had merely made Him feel similar to Him...

So, at this very moment...

The Twilight Giant felt... that the player in the game of chess was truly the god of fate who only existed in the concept of destiny, the one who wove the net of fate.

Then--

Cold and ruthless.

It led His future to that one and only answer...

Defeat.

I will lose...

I will lose...

Defeated by... mere mortals who have never embarked on the path to godhood.

This unprecedented premonition rapidly amplified in the God of War's mind in an instant.

And amidst those frantic thoughts...

Snap...

The cracking sound echoed in the empty, deserted bronze palace.

The Twilight Giant lowered its head in disbelief.

Then......

He then saw a tiny crack appear on his divine body, which was formed from divine power and should have been indestructible for countless eons.

next moment......

The tiny cracks spread rapidly, leaving His entire body riddled with wounds.

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Chapter Eighty-Seven: Charles, Desecrating the Abundance! (1 words)

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The cracks spread continuously along the body of the God of War.

The divine power, tinged with a dim yellow hue, erupted wildly within the bronze palace, causing the ancient palace, which had originally been floating amidst the starry sky, to rumble and roar repeatedly.

In the field of war, which is their forte...

Given that the enemy's military strength is not significantly superior...

Defeat.

For the god of war... the invincible "military force" that conquers all things is the essence that unites his faith and his divine heart.

Therefore, this defeat also had a significant impact on the God of War... his authority and divine realm...

Even...it caused signs of His divine throne crumbling...

If this situation continues...

Then, it won't be long before the projection of the God of War in this plane will be completely shattered.

This also means that... all the efforts the God of War has made over the past few hundred years in the Silver Continent will be completely in vain.

Even after countless ages, His projection can return from the astral plane...

But... who can say for sure...?

After those long years... how will the situation in this plane develop...?

"Who...is it?"

A ferocious roar echoed through the empty bronze palace.

So much effort has been put into this dimensional plane... it has been planned for hundreds of years...

To fight against the woman who possesses the "Sands of Time," they have undergone restart after restart...

However... just when they had spent countless hours and finally exhausted the "Sands of Time," and were about to reap the fruits of victory... they encountered such an exceptionally devastating Waterloo.

.......

The Twilight Giant's divine body oscillated between collapse and reconstruction.

His dim, yellowish eyes were flickering uncertainly.

After a long time...

It seemed as if they had finally made a decision.

boom--

Suddenly, flickering ripples appeared in the astral plane.

Immediately afterwards...

Immense divine power emanated from the astral plane.

Then, it was poured straight into the body of the Twilight Giant.

The cracks on the body of the Twilight Giant began to slowly repair themselves under the infusion of the new divine power.

Inside the bronze palace, the previously rampant divine power fluctuations began to gradually subside.

After a long while... the turbulent aura of the Twilight Giant returned to calm.

However... even though the restoration was completed...

However, the war god's projected, dim eyes still held an undisguised sinister glint...

"In order to complete the repair of this projection... the projections of three planes were lost."

Indifferent words slowly echoed within the bronze palace.

If it only exists in theory, then the true god can only be achieved after truly walking the path to godhood—

So every projection that permeates the multiverse and infinite spacetime can unleash the power of superimposing all projections and juxtaposing all parallel worlds at any time... It can be said to be truly omnipresent and omnipotent.

however--

For a false god who has not truly traversed the path to godhood and has not yet resolved all future divergences, each projection into a plane exists independently...

That is why...

In order to stabilize the collapsing Silver Plane projection, projections from other planes will inevitably have to be sacrificed.

The loss of three projections... also means that three dimensions have had their previously swallowed future re-released...

This is a tremendous loss for a military god who has gone extremely far on the path to godhood, and is even just one step away from achieving it.

This means that His efforts over decades or even centuries have all come to naught.

However... even if it costs three projectors to repair and strengthen one... it doesn't seem worth it...

However, the war god had no choice but to do so...

Because of this orientation...

This made Him truly feel the real threat.

.......

The Twilight Giant stood up, and its immense power of twilight swept down upon the world below.

Then... we traced the past of this world, bit by bit.

For a great being who has embarked on the path to godhood... reversing the past... and even binding the future, is not an impossible task.

After a long time...

In that tracing of past information.

The dim divine power... gradually began to shimmer and transform into a blurry halo.

Then, the originally blurry halo began to solidify little by little...