At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

The most crucial point is that he won't die if he's killed, but his children won't fare so well.

……

Meanwhile, high above the ocean, where even the clouds cannot reach, there is only the projection of the Elf Corridor and the shadows of two moons.

A huge island in blue, purple, and red is slowly moving. Upon closer inspection, the island resembles a giant whale with two enormous eyes staring toward the continent of Lucia.

This is a fantasy species second only to the divine species. It is a manifestation of the planet's natural phenomena, or a fantasy that should not exist but exists for some reason. They have an independent ecosystem that is different from that of the planet.

Apart from needing 'elves', they can exist independently of the planet.

This is why they are considered a powerful race, second only to the gods.

This fantasy species is called 'Avant Heim'. It was a vassal that was subjugated after being defeated by the God of War, Altshu. The 'small world' inside its body is also the God of War's palace and the home of the Skywing species.

At this moment, in the small world, one after another, beautiful girls with a pair of white wings on their backs flew around excitedly.

"Great, this is fantastic, meow~ Another new divine species has appeared!!!" The winged girl with emerald green gradient hair and heterochromatic eyes danced excitedly in mid-air: "A newly born divine species, still at its weakest, must subdue it, we must subdue it!"

"How could I miss such an opportunity, meow!!!"

“Idiot Azriel.” The blue-haired Winged Girl sitting to the side, with a somewhat quiet and emotionless personality, said, “God-types aren’t born weak. Some are very strong from birth. I feel that the God-type is much stronger than the ones we used to fight.”

"After all, they all transmitted their divine power into Abant Heram's body so that we could feel it."

As she spoke, she flapped one of her wings, which was half broken off. It had been broken during the battle against the God-type race when Azriel, the eldest sister of the Skywing race, pierced through the God-type's divine essence.

"Raphael, what did you say?! Are you actually afraid?" Azri glared at him fiercely. "We are Lord Artesius's god-slaying weapons. It is an honor to slay all the gods, even if we all perish!"

"Silly sister, I'm just stating a fact: the divine beings born this time are stronger than those before," Raphael said calmly. Every operation was planned and controlled by her; it was her talent.

Azriel, as the eldest sister, was the first one created by Lord Artshu. She wasn't very bright, but her strength was one-third greater than her other sisters.

"Want to fight?" Azriel grinned, and was about to rush forward to start a fight.

"You're arguing again. If we're going to fight the God-like race this time, I want to take the credit. I've never participated in a fight against the God-like race before." The pink-haired Skywing girl flew over with bright eyes.

The Skywing girls around them started chatting and laughing incessantly.

"Hahaha, as the youngest sister, Jibril, you still want to take the credit."

"Yes, we'll let Jibril be the striker then."

"After all, Jibril was ultimately created by Lord Artesius and did not participate in the war that Artesius led us to defeat the gods. I understand, I understand."

"Although little sister Jibril defeated the dragon spirits on her own, it's still too difficult for her to get the first credit. I'm not going to let her have it."

"Me too, after all, it's been a very, very long time since any new species of gods have appeared."

"They wanted to defeat those long-eared gods, but couldn't find any."

"It's been a long time since we last fought those gophers."

"Forget about the god of the groundhogs. Without Lord Artesh leading us, we can't defeat them."

"Hmph, you all underestimate me. So what if I was created by Lord Artshu? One day I will grow stronger than all of you." Jibril glared angrily at her sisters who looked down on her.

“Jibril is so cute, meow~” Azriel flew to Jibril’s side with sparkling eyes: “After all, Jibril is special and can keep growing. It was decided from birth that she would definitely surpass us in the future.”

Jibril is Lord Artshu's most beloved feather, and even rebellious acts like challenging Lord Artshu are permitted.

"Wait for me, I'll go ask Lord Artesh for permission, and then we'll all go out and bring back the head of the newly born god to Lord Artesh, meow!!!" Azriel shouted excitedly.

After saying that, he flew towards the temple at the very center of the 'small world'.

The temple was spacious, surrounded by walls made of stacked geometric shapes—a unique sight within the fantasy species.

A long, blue-purple staircase stretched all the way to the enormous throne.

A god, five meters tall, sat on a throne like a statue. He was extremely powerful, with eighteen white wings arranged behind him. His expression, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, was now smiling, and he was smiling very happily.

“He laughed…” Azriel looked at the Creator on the throne, who was laughing happily and even showing his teeth, and excitedly flapped his wings.

Ever since Lord Artesu killed the final dragon Hatirem a thousand years ago, he has been sitting on the throne without a smile, no longer leading them into battle as before, and has lost all vitality. After creating Jibril, he has been sitting like a statue for so long.

Even Jibril's Rebellion challenge hasn't been active at all.

After that, they continued to send out expeditions to hunt down the dragon spirits and giants, bringing back their heads in an attempt to make the Creator smile, but Lord Altshu's lips did not change at all.

Her "meow~" was also learned from Lord Artoch.

"Lord Artesh! Are you happy because we are going to hunt the newly born divine species?" Azriel excitedly flew to Artesh, knelt down on one knee, and asked fervently.

Raphael and Jibril also flew to Altshu's side.

"Hehe, hahahaha—" Artes laughed happily when he heard Azriel's question.

"To punish my compatriot?"

“Feathers, he is not a newly born kin of mine, but an ancient god who existed long ago and is only now awakening.”

"He is also my destined opponent, no, perhaps a strong one who can make me taste defeat."

“I will wait here for his challenge to arrive. I have waited for so long, I have enough patience.”

"You are not allowed to disturb him before then."

Artesu happily turned his gaze toward the Lucia continent.

Powerful, very powerful. Not the empty and false "strongest" as he claims, but truly powerful, a compatriot who makes me understand what it means to be the "strongest".

For a thousand years, he had been pondering what it meant to be the strongest, what the meaning of being the strongest was. He was born the strongest, but what did being the strongest really represent? He didn't know, he didn't understand. He only felt an endless emptiness, a meaningless emptiness.

For the past thousand years, he has been recalling the words of 'Zhonglong' before he killed him: only by being defeated by others can one understand the meaning of being the strongest.

"What?!" Azriel and Raphael stared in shock, their mouths agape.

Lord Artesian actually said that the newly born god-like being could defeat him! Defeat the strongest, invincible god of war!

They didn't want to believe it, but it was the Creator who spoke it, so even if they didn't want to believe it, they had no choice but to.

"To be able to defeat Lord Artshu!" Jibril opened her mouth, her heart surging with overwhelming emotions.

Although she admired Lord Artesius like her other sisters, she had her own thoughts and understood what Lord Artesius wanted.

Lord Artesu always wanted a rival, and she was created with this idea in mind.

Therefore, she has a growth ability that her other sisters do not have.

Jibril became curious about the newly appeared god-like being. What kind of god could make the strongest Lord Artshu taste defeat?

“If you can defeat my brethren, I’m waiting for you.” Altshu said with a smile. He could feel just how strong that divine power was; even his very soul was trembling. He had never felt that kind of tremor before.

However, he respected this strength and would not confront him until the other party issued a challenge.

……

The situation was particularly complex for the other races. The humans, whom they had previously regarded as beasts, were now being protected by their gods.

These races, who have lost their gods, are struggling to survive amidst the war, and their entire settlement could be wiped out at any moment by the war.

Powerful races are better off, at least they have enough strength to escape before being affected. But weaker races, such as orcs, are not much better off than humans. Orcs are only slightly stronger than humans, and there might not be one in ten thousand orcs who can use 'Blood Evil'.

On the desolate plains near the coast of the continent of Lucia, a community of nearly ten thousand people, dressed in thick clothes that covered their entire bodies, were setting up tents to establish a temporary foothold.

Inside the tent, the tightly wrapped headscarf was untied, revealing golden fur on the head and a pair of upright fox ears. A delicate face was covered in dust, and the eyes could not hide the bitterness and sorrow.

"The god of the weakest human race has returned... We orcs will be the weakest race from now on."

“A race without a creator can only survive in the cracks.”

Their creator, the Orcs, was said to have been killed shortly after the war began, and by the time this story reached her, countless years had passed.

After the Creator died, the Orc race was scattered and divided into countless settlements according to the characteristics of each individual. She was the leader of the Golden Fox settlement of this generation, and also the only one in the settlement who could 'blood decay'.

"Lord Ninefold, I'm sorry, the settlement doesn't have much food left. Please make do with this." A man with fox ears walked in, carrying a handful of dried fruit from an unknown plant, and said dejectedly.

"Don't worry, we'll be at the bay soon. There will definitely be fish there. The only thing to worry about is the marine life. Marine life is stupid. As long as we don't go into the water, we'll be safe." Jiuzhong said through gritted teeth. Food is their lifeline. If she could, she wouldn't want to take her people on any risks.

"Ah, if only our creator, the orc race, could return." The man lowered his head, filled with despair.

The creators of the human race have returned, so why can't the creators of our orc race return? Without divine protection, it's truly hopeless.

"There's no other way, we have to leave. Our original place was within the circle drawn by the gods of the human race." Jiuzhong said bitterly.

This is the treatment of races with a creator; a god can draw a single line on the earth and create land for survival.

On the other side, in the designated areas of the continent of Lucia, the races that had lost their creators—the vampires and orcs—were all hastily migrating, while only the demons, who possessed little intelligence, remained wandering.

The entire eastern part and part of the central region of the continent of Lucia is within the circle drawn by Los Santos, and a steady stream of human settlements are heading here.

In Rick's settlement, all the humans emerged from the caves.

Chronie Dora covered her lips with both hands, watching the figure flying towards the settlement from a small black dot, tears streaming down her face: "Rick, the leader of all humanity appointed by our creator."

"It's Rick! Rick's back!"

"Richard!"

The tens of thousands of people in the settlement waved excitedly at the rapidly approaching figure.

Humanity as a whole possesses knowledge of ranks, and the ability to fly is exclusive to those at the fourth rank and above. Even Kroni is already at the fifth rank, equivalent to a high-ranking elite among the forest elves. Therefore, Rick, who was designated by the Creator as the leader of humanity, must have surpassed the fifth rank.

"Everyone, I'm back." Rick flew over the settlement and landed among the crowd with a mix of excitement and anticipation.

The villagers surrounded him, eager to toss him high into the air.

"Rick, Rick, what happened to you? Did you find our human race's god?" Kloni quickly squeezed in and grabbed Rick's clothes to ask.

“No, that’s not it. Our creator is right here,” Rick said hastily, raising his head with a mixture of fervor and piety.

Just then, the sky, which had been shrouded in the smoke of war for countless years, began to churn, and bright sunlight fell into the settlement like a beam of light, instantly enveloping the entire settlement.

Buzz——————

The humming sound from the planet's atmosphere reverberated throughout the land.

Everyone in the settlement looked up and saw that the originally dark clouds had been torn open, and light was falling into the earth through the hole. The hole continued to expand, pushing the dark clouds in all directions.

A dazzling, bright sun emerged.

Under the sun, a golden figure looked down at them, a golden halo slowly rotating behind him. His golden eyes were full of divinity, but his smile was gentle enough to soothe all pain.

The humans stared in disbelief, unaware that this was their creator. Their eyes welled up with tears, which silently streamed down their cheeks.

"From this day forward, this land will be your home. Rebuild civilization here, my children." Los Saint smiled gently, extending his hand, golden 'omnipotent divine power' flowing from his fingertips.

Golden ripples spread from the fingertips.