That protagonist is trash; I could do better!

It's not a matter of strength, but rather a huge gap in standards.

The human soul is as different from the divine essence of a god as a firefly is from the moon, let alone the strongest god, the God of War, Artes.

Facing him is even more terrifying than facing a cataclysmic global disaster.

Regardless of courage, just like when an ordinary person sees a speeding train and tries to block it with their body, can this behavior be called courage?

Hall glanced at his side and saw that even without directly facing the pressure of the God of War, Artes, the Senkin's plenipotentiary representative, Sink Nielbaren, was pale and trembling.

Hall found it amusing to bolster his own pitiful self-esteem. He rose from his seat and took steps forward, each step doubling the pressure he felt.

The mental stress manifests physically, causing a racing heart, rapid breathing, and a pricking pain in every muscle.

Hall was not intimidated by the God of War because he felt no fear in the face of him.

Sink Nielbarn stared incredulously at Hall's retreating figure, which seemed to rise infinitely taller at that moment. Why could he still move?

She was already exerting all her strength just to stay standing. The spirits inside her were running rampant out of control, her consciousness was under pressure, and even her soul was frozen.

At that moment, she understood more clearly than ever that she was the weaker party.

However, the weakest existence, the race called humans in her eyes, had no magical adaptability, were physically weak, and were not decent in any way. At first, she thought that it would be an insult to her for such a race to participate in the world war and compete with the forest elves.

Back then, Hall crippled her right hand with the help of the Machine Race, and since she had been by Hall's side all along, she basically confirmed that Hall was human, a human who could play some tricks and magic.

Humans, no different from monkeys, faced the gaze of the God of War without fear.

Sink Nielbaren couldn't understand what was supporting Hall, what gave Hall the determination to stand in front of the strongest.

Hall stood before all the divine races, raising his head to meet the gaze of the God of War, Artesius, and declared in a powerful voice: "Human race, Hall."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

The god of war, Arthas, laughed heartily, delighted by the appearance of the challenger, pleased that hundreds of millions of years of boredom had disappeared, rejoiced in hatred, craved anger, permitted rebellion, and praised the folly of the weak.

The voice of the God of War, Artesius, made the space tremble: "Humans, you fools who presume to be gods, let me show you the difference between heaven and earth."

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On another continent, the Kaiji also observed this war through the Skynet satellite.

Originally, when the God of War Altshu gathered the power of his wings to unleash the [God Strike], his power should have weakened.

What the observer saw was that the mass surrounding the God of War, Altshu, was rapidly increasing, as if [God Strike] had unlocked his shackles.

The appearance of quality and information out of thin air is inexplicable, not even by science or magic.

"Unable to calculate!"

After the number of machine-type connectors increased to three thousand, they fell silent upon reaching a consensus, and an emotion called fear spread among all the machine-types.

Then, I was overwhelmed by an even more complex emotion.

It was a mixture of anger, prayer, concern, and so on.

The source of this emotion is YUKI, the supreme commander of all the machine-type connectors.

If Hall hadn't given her the mission, she would have loved to be on the battlefield right now, becoming Hall's strength, even if the enemy seemed invincible.

"I already warned him, so what is he trying to do?" Fanlou, the God of Suspicion, who was also watching this scene, muttered to himself in confusion.

In her eyes, Hall's behavior was tantamount to courting death.

In a small room, Shubi nestled in Rick's arms, her soft voice filled with anxiety as she asked, "Rick, can we win?"

Rick smiled and said, "Of course."

"Really?"

"Just trust him. Everything that needed to be done has been done. All that's left is to trust Hall. He never does anything he's not sure about."

The cities built by the machine race are now the only intact civilized cities on the surface of this world. There are three of them, which house millions of different intelligent species in this world.

The scene of Hall battling the God of War, Artesius, was projected throughout the city's streets and alleys via the [Skynet] system.

The streets were deserted as all the intelligent races who had witnessed the power of the God of War, Artes, trembled. The vast city was completely devoid of its usual hustle and bustle, and their only prayer was for Hall's victory.

This concerns the life and death of each and every one of them.

This is one of the true purposes of the Ark Project.

The intelligent races willing to board the Ark are generally those that can accept humans. Once on board, regardless of any previous prejudices against humans, they must acknowledge the fact that they will coexist with humans.

This scene concentrates all the world's conflicts and hatred on the God of War, Arthas, showing that even different races can unite and pray for humanity's victory.

With the world's hundreds of millions of years of war and malice as our adversary, what we need is for the world to yearn for peace.

The stronger the power of the prayer, the stronger the power of the divine essence.

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On the ship, Hall calmly ordered: "Execute the proposed plan A."

"The second squad will launch a frontal assault."

"The third squad will attack from the flank and cut off the wings of the God of War, Artesius."

"The fourth squad is tasked with containing the actions of the God of War, Artes."

"Hughie is conducting observations to find weaknesses."

"Teos, cast a curse to weaken the power of the God of War, Artesius."

"The strongest is not omniscient and omnipotent. No matter how powerful the God of War Altshu is, there will inevitably be weaknesses. You just need to fight with all your might."

Hall looked around at everyone present. After being possessed by the divine species, their personalities and temperaments would change to some extent, but they remained unmoved by death.

Hall smiled with relief: "Do not fear death. Your deaths have an unparalleled and important impact on this world. I will carry on your will and ultimately win this war."

All the humans possessed by the divine species bowed to Hall and said in unison, "For his legacy!!"

The divine beings scattered in all directions as they turned into light. The moment a red light left the ship, its body instantly expanded into a giant dragon, but it was not a dragon spirit. When it roared, the lava sea below boiled and raged.

It is the activation of the concept of "destruction," the Wings of Destruction of the Divine Race.

The scales on the Wing of Destruction's chest glowed red, and it opened its mouth to spew flames of destruction at the God of War, Altshu. An even more terrifying heat poured down, as if it could burn away even the rules of this world.

Just now, in the instant the world was destroyed, the concept of the Wings of Destruction was amplified, and its current strength is at least a hundred times greater than usual.

"Those who dare to lay a finger on the throne should at least have some self-awareness."

The God of War, Artesius, flapped his wings of light, and a golden spear appeared in his hand. With a single point, he parted all the flames of destruction. Behind him, a halo of light spun, transforming into hundreds of golden spears that shot out.

Even the gods, who are skilled at observing intelligence, could not see the trajectory of the spear.

It vanished into thin air, then reappeared out of nowhere around the Wings of Destruction.

The Wings of Destruction sensed the danger, let out a long howl, and flames erupted from its body, incinerating the golden spears that shot in from all directions.

"Humph."

The God of War, Artes, scoffed dismissively. His golden spear stood upright, and as he released it, golden light shone above the head of the Destruction Dragon. The Skywing race's strongest attack, [Sky Strike], was unleashed with the most powerful divine essence, rendering time and space meaningless before it.

"Awooo~ Awooo~"

Wings of Destruction roared to the sky, unleashing dozens of layers of magical barriers, each with a defensive capability stronger than [Void Zero Blessing]. However, they were all shattered before they could even gain a fraction of a second, piercing through Wings of Destruction's body along with the barrier.

The Wings of Destruction plummeted from the sky with a mournful cry.

"insect."

The God of War, Artesius, sneered.

Click~ Click~

Space shattered on one side, and an absolute zero storm swept up on the other. At the same time, the attack on the God of War, Artes, was blocked by the golden light emanating from his body.

The melee then began.

No, this doesn't even qualify as a battle.

As outsiders to this war, Hall and Sink Nielbaren witnessed only one-sided slaughter.

The God of War, Artes, was like a god descended to earth; no attack of any kind could harm him, and with each instant, he shattered the essence of a divine being.

The overflow of divine power turned a nearby area into a complete wasteland, with its rules in chaos and spacetime out of order.

"Coldness? What impact can it have on this world as a manifestation of nature? It's meaningless, so let it disappear!"

"Fear? Born of the weak, feeding on the weak, why stand before the strongest? Foolish, die!"

"The sun? Look, can your eyes still see the sun in this world? Since you can't, hand over your head!"

"Death? The weak are eliminated and the strong survive, which makes sense. But have you ever considered that death itself is also death? Weak, perish!"

"A bountiful harvest? What does your existence prove? That the strong prey on the weak? Fool, hand over your head!"

The gods attacked relentlessly, but the God of War, Altshu, ruthlessly reaped their rewards, displaying power that completely overwhelmed the gods.

Moreover, even during battle, the power of the God of War, Artesius, continued to increase rapidly.

This inexplicable power was something Hall had only ever seen in a bald man from another world.

"He would look good with a shaved head," Hall sighed as he witnessed the massacre from afar.

Sink Nielbarn asked, bewildered, "What?"

"The so-called strongest is simply the strongest; the strength of one's power is meaningless to the God of War," Hall explained with a wry smile.

Even with the combined prayers of all species on this planet, the divine being possessing a human was still no match for the God of War.

No, even if the amount of prayers were increased ten million times, the result would probably be the same.

Chapter 272 The Age of Gods Has Ended

There was absolutely no gaming experience.

This is Hall's most direct feeling right now. It's like playing a raising simulation game where the character you painstakingly nurtured is wiped out in one hit by the boss. It's a setting that even the Souls series games probably wouldn't dare to use.

The same applies to the God of War; anyone would get bored playing the same easy game for hundreds of millions of years.

This war was utterly devoid of any entertainment value.

Overwhelming power, overwhelming advantage, overwhelming slaughter.

No matter what methods the human gods used, the God of War Altshu fought, crushed, and defeated them with absolute power, fully demonstrating what it means to overcome all obstacles with sheer force.