After being forced to step down, the once-annoying nun eloped with me.

The existence of the earthen rampart was crucial, but even more crucial was the Night Witch's magic of darkness.

Even the most elite warrior, unless he is blind, cannot maintain his composure in the face of sudden darkness.

The Old Cult's army lacked powerful warriors. In other words, as long as the Night Witch continued to cast night magic on the key openings, the Old Cult's offensive would be completely ineffective.

Moreover... the most crucial issue is the United Nations' army observing from the outside.

(Damn it, damn it!)

He appeared outwardly calm, but inwardly he was more panicked than a wild dog. Completely caught in a dilemma, the God of Light cursed the shamelessness of the Protestant Church and the United Nations for taking advantage of his vulnerability in his heart, while also anxiously searching for a way to escape.

He could choose to completely abandon the possibility of ascension, then immediately give up his current divine body, return to Heaven, seal off the entire world, and lie dormant for thousands of years before seeing the light of day again.

But who can honestly give up what they've already achieved? And who has the courage to abandon the property they've worked so hard for most of their life and start all over again?

Moreover, this is the divine power and faith that the God of Light obtained through plunder over thousands of years. Who knows how many thousands of years it might have taken him to collect such a quantity?

Everyone knows that lizards can detach their tails to survive.

...But the God of Light lacked the courage. So he was extremely conflicted, wasting his chance to escape each time, and failing to notice the increasingly unusual behavior of the man behind him.

In the eyes of the patriarch Peter, the once towering image of the God of Light has long since become as insignificant as an ant.

He knew that if he waited a few more minutes, he would get the result he wanted. He gripped the dagger tightly in his hand, and although he was kneeling on the ground, he knew that the God of Light didn't even have the strength to turn around now.

The once-great gods, now in order to maintain their pretentious facade, can't even turn around! They can only remain motionless like statues!

How ridiculous! How pathetic! Leader Peter thought to himself that if he had become a god, he wouldn't be so cowardly!

Indeed, the God of Light was nothing more than a petty person who happened to have good luck and just happened to seize the opportunity... It's too real that a petty person without any courage became a god and ended up so humble and ridiculous.

Leader Peter chuckled to himself. He had already devised a final escape plan... Although the United Nations' army seemed to have completely surrounded the Old Cult's rear, they had overlooked the fact that the underground was also a place to hide and escape!

Having acquired divine power, it would be reasonable for him to temporarily alter the structure of the underground passage, wouldn't it? Even if he didn't, Peter the Elder was confident he could escape on his own...

If they could gain divine power to escape, then Peter the Great's greatest ambition would be fulfilled. But the question is, why hasn't this final opportunity arrived yet?

Leader Peter gripped the dagger tightly in his hand. And just then, he saw in the distance that the Protestant army, having routed the Old Church's siege, was now, under the guidance of the saint and the witch, turning their attack on the Protestant soldiers while slowly advancing towards their location!

Now, there are less than two hundred defenders of the Faith who can barely put up a fight against the God of Light! But how could these soldiers, whose morale is also on the verge of collapse and whose hearts are already filled with fear and anxiety, possibly stop the attack of the saint Cecilia, who is personally leading the ascetic nuns forward?

They couldn't even hold off the routed army! If it weren't for the God of Light and the patriarch Peter overseeing the battle from the rear, they probably would have already turned tail and fled!

Faced with this predicament, the God of Light finally acted.

Just when Bishop Peter thought the God of Light would personally intervene and seize this last opportunity to fight the Saintess to the death, he saw the God of Light take a step back, and then a majestic divine oracle entered his mind:

“Master Peter, show me your courage—go and confront the saint!”

Peter knelt on the ground, his face filled with astonishment, his mind filled with only one thought: "Hopeless."

If the God of Light were willing to demonstrate his authority as a "god," if the God of Light were willing to muster the courage—even just to put on a show! Peter the Elder would not have been so astonished.

He still believed, for the time being, that no matter how despicable the God of Light was, he should still be someone who knew how to disguise himself.

But now it seems...?

You won't even bother to pretend?

How have you managed to survive until now?

Peter the Elder looked up in a daze, feeling the dagger in his hand growing hot. Because of the God of Light's cowardice, even he himself was now in a dilemma.

Now, to assassinate the God of Light, Bishop Peter is not capable; at most, he could be seriously injured. But to expect Bishop Peter to confront the aggressive Holy Maiden? That's even more impossible.

Even if the saintess didn't wield that greatsword radiating silver light... As a clergyman who heavily relies on the power of the God of Light to possess great strength, the weakness of the God of Light also means his weakness. He simply doesn't have the ability to fight against the saintess right now... In other words...

Now, even the Church of Peter is facing the difficult predicament of dying either way.

He gritted his teeth, but he was no god of light!

The God of Light lacked the courage to take a desperate gamble.

But he has it!

"Yes, my great Lord..."

The patriarch Peter slowly rose from the ground and drew his dagger from its sheath. He walked slowly forward, but not towards the side of the God of Light, but rather towards the rear.

He could see a barrier of divine power behind the God of Light. He wasn't sure if he could break through that barrier with all his might, but at least Peter could give it a try.

(That filthy, despicable man... a spineless piece of trash!)

"I am!" Peter shouted angrily. He assumed a stance, ready to thrust his sword at the back of the God of Light, but then, something unexpected happened.

The majestic face of the God of Light crumbled like an avalanche; his body and divine power weakened in an instant, and even the barrier vanished without a trace.

"Impossible?! Impossible?!"

The deity let out a hoarse screech like a rooster being grabbed by the neck, and feeling his divine power suddenly weaken, Peter realized that his opportunity had come.

"There's always a way out!"

He let out a delighted scream.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, the cult leader, having drawn his dagger, stabbed it fiercely in the back of the deity he once worshipped.

Golden divine blood splattered everywhere. Master Peter laughed heartily, feeling the faint divine power within his own blood and the warmth emanating from his hands; he knew.

I succeeded.

......

That is, when something unusual happens on the ground.

In the heavenly kingdom of the God of Light.

After slaying the foolish giant.

Lalumia and the others immediately launched a clean and swift attack on the unresponsive body of the God of Light.

A silver-white scythe slashed across the body, neck, and heart of the God of Light. To ensure the God of Light's complete death, the magical puppets created a hammer-like device using an ever-expanding magical network.

They collected the corpse of the God of Light and ground it into the purest mincemeat in a grinder. They bottled the God of Light's flesh and blood, and also sealed off all possible means of resurrection.

"This will prevent the God of Light from being resurrected through [out-of-body experience] - although the God of Light's current physical body is essentially an out-of-body soul."

The magical dolls imprinted a mark on the head of the God of Light's body, and then used Lord Lalumia's own divine power to directly transform the mark into a [Seal].

The body of the God of Light is now considered utterly dead. The advance team's next task is to evacuate immediately—no one knows what the crazed God of Light might do, and until the God of Light and his physical body are completely dead, Heaven is not a safe place.

"Damn it... I wanted to collect even more loot..."

Black Dragon looked dejectedly at the wealth in the distant Heavenly Town that was incredibly rare to her... but she also knew that she couldn't ask others to leave it behind.

Moreover, the black dragon was also afraid of death. So, following orders, she transformed into a giant dragon and flew back to the starting point with Yang Hao and the others. They quickly regrouped at the entrance to Heaven.

The magical dolls can pack everything up and take it away directly through the magic network, but Black Dragon and Yang Hao need Lalumia's help to leave.

Looking at the crumbling divine kingdom behind him, Lalumia said that perhaps the God of Light's external divine body had also been attacked by Theresa and the others—in that case, perhaps they would still have a chance to reclaim the heavenly kingdom.

If Lalumia had stayed here, perhaps the loss to Heaven would have been minimized—then the United Nations would have truly gained a divine territory, and in terms of national power, the United Nations would have truly become the strongest in the world, without exception.

but.

“I can’t gamble with your and Miss Nia’s lives. So, let’s go.”

Lalumia couldn't possibly think from a national perspective. Or rather, she could.

But she would never impose her own subjective ideas on others. She was a sentimental deity. She could not accept gambling with the lives of her loved ones when she had a choice.

so...

Without any hesitation, she took Yang Hao and the others away. As soon as they returned to reality, the elf waiting at the entrance brought them a message.

The God of Light has been attacked.

But the one who attacked the God of Light was not the United Nations, nor the Protestants, but Peter, the leader of the Church, who stood behind the God of Light.

Upon hearing this, Yang Hao's eyes widened. After a thousand words, all that remained was a helpless "Huh?"

...........

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Under the astonished gaze of everyone in the Protestant and United Nations, the leader of the Church of England, Peter, while stabbing the God of Light in the back of his heart with the dagger in his hand, laughed maniacally.

"Hahahaha! God of Light, God of Light! You're nothing special after all!"

It was obtained without any effort—this was Peter's first thought.

“You’re not even as good as our pastor. At least our pastor knows how to make a decisive decision. What about you? You do nothing! You were a scoundrel before you became a god, and you’re still a scoundrel now! Even Prince Gassen is more useful than you. What are you besides being lucky?!”

A deity even less powerful than the priests of the Church of Light—this was Peter's second thought.

After the dagger pierced the heart of the God of Light once again, the cultist Peter felt the power within him gradually increasing. He laughed, laughed, and then, as he laughed, he became relaxed.

He knew what the power within him meant: that after the God of Light died completely, he would become the new God of Light—perhaps he would be incredibly vulnerable after becoming the new god, but the concepts of gods and humans were different.

As long as one has an infinite lifespan, as long as one has power surpassing that of humans, as long as one has the possibility of surpassing that of humans!

Then Peter will become a legendary god in the history of the continent of Elusia! Even if he does nothing at all, his act of killing a god at this moment is enough to make him a pivotal figure in future history!

The spiritual satisfaction that brought Peter the Elder to ecstasy made him forget that God is God and should not be judged by human standards...

Has the God of Light truly died?

"boom--!"

Peter the Great's raised hands flew into the sky, his head still bearing the ecstatic joy of having the possibility of becoming a god, but his body turned into a blood mist in a burst of illusory golden light and finally disappeared without a trace.

Peter the Great is dead.

He died so quickly that even Elena, who was watching from a distance, could only catch a glimpse of the horrific state of the cult leader Peter.

The heavily wounded God of Light roared as he rose from the ground. Divine blood continued to flow from the wound inflicted by the dagger that had once pierced [Light]. The divine blood, imbued with faith and divine power, dyed the earth a golden hue, but instead of making the land fertile, this power, filled with the poison of the God of Light's cult, turned it pitch black.

In the instant when his own body was destroyed and his divine form was severely injured, the God of Light finally understood the principle behind the upgrade of the [Corpse Life Divine Art].

He became the world's first concept god of "corpse life." But his ascension before death could not prevent his complete demise.

As the golden divine power emanating from his body gradually turned pitch black, the God of Light roared and lunged towards where the saintess Cecilia was.

Although her physical body is dead, if the God of Light deliberately tries to seize Cecilia's body, he may still have a chance to survive!

Now the die is cast, and there's no turning back. He must take Cecilia's body!

"Give me your body!!"