At this moment, shatter the dimensional barrier

The races of the entire planet heard Los Saint's judgment on the Forest God and the Forest God's screams; they knew that the Forest Spirits' gods had been defeated.

"No! Lord Kainas!"

The forest elves of Melron reached out hysterically towards their creator, who was imprisoned in the golden light in the sky, their eyes filled with despair.

In particular, the voices of the council members and the original forest elves were cracking.

Their power comes from their creator. If their creator is killed, their power from the gods will disappear, and the new generation of forest elves will rebel.

Most of them are bad and stupid, but a small minority are simply bad.

Los Saint remained expressionless. With a thought, he froze Kainas in time. He didn't even bother talking to a bug. He simply opened a 'dimensional portal' and threw Kainas into hell.

Cainas' sins will make him a cursed star, forever adrift in the skies of the underworld and hell.

However, Kainas's sins are relatively minor compared to the other evil stars.

Los Saint looked down at the forest elves in the forest.

The Forest Elves live under a system of parliament, aristocracy, and slavery. They themselves are divided into different classes, and other weaker races are their slaves. Commoners are tools for the exploitation of the nobles, while the nobles and elders are the beneficiaries of the entire race.

Golden light appeared in Luo Sheng's hand, which he casually tossed into the sky. The golden light exploded, forming a rain of golden arrows that fell precisely, each arrow landing precisely on the forest elves whose individual sins were grave.

In the war of the gods, racial sins and personal sins cannot be compared. Racial sins mostly come from the gods, but personal sins come from one's own desire to do evil.

80% of the Forest Elf population will be wiped out.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—

Screams, shrieks, and wails echoed throughout the entire forest elf species.

The light rain spread across the continent of Balar and the entire continent of Eliera. Eliera is the continent with the most forest elves and is also the core area. Balar is an occupied territory and the front line of the war against the goblins.

The screams and wails gradually subsided, and after just one minute, the light rain disappeared.

Lucia Continent

Xin Ke returned to the Skyship in a daze. Before she could even process what had happened, she saw several light arrows appear out of thin air and hit her subordinates who were fussing over her.

"Ah—" The scream had barely been heard when the subordinate struck by the light arrow was already reduced to ashes.

"Ah!" Xin Ke exclaimed instinctively. It was the power of the gods; she felt the same divine might as in the temple.

The trial of all Forest Elves has begun, and more than 80% of them have already been wiped out.

Xin Kexin was in her throat, terrified that a beam of light would be shot at her.

Meanwhile, above the planet's atmosphere.

Fantasy species, Abant Heim.

The Skywings were excitedly chattering as they looked down at the planet's surface.

"The entire planet has turned gold!"

"Next up is the fight against Lord Artesian! I'm trembling with excitement!"

"It's time to follow Lord Artesu again to fight against the divine race!"

"That god-like being is terrifyingly powerful." Jibril stared, mouth agape, at the divine power that covered the entire planet for a very short time. Could a god-like being really be this powerful?

She had fought the Dragon Spirits alone, but she had only killed them when they were on the verge of death. She had never seen a God Spirit make a move, but she remembered that Lord Altshu caught her all-out Heavenly Strike without even raising his hand.

"So what if they're terrifyingly strong, meow! Lord Arteshu is the strongest!" Azriel exclaimed excitedly. "No matter how strong other gods are, Lord Arteshu will always be stronger than them!"

"Little Ji, you've never experienced being led by Lord Artesh to fight against the divine race. Now you can experience it!"

"Even a planet, Lord Arteshu could easily shatter! The planet is still intact because Lord Arteshu's previous opponents were not enough to make him take it seriously!"

"I'm really looking forward to it!" Jibril recalled the battle between the God of Forging and the God of Man a month ago. The duel between Lord Artshu and the God of Man would definitely be even more exciting.

My heart started racing, and my blood was boiling.

Nothing excites the Skywing race more than war, slaughter, and battle.

boom!

Just then, Kamui suddenly emanated from Abant Heim's small world, and joy and excitement rippled within it.

All the Skywing species turned to look.

For thousands of years, the Creator had not moved an inch from his throne. He slowly rose from the throne, and behind him, eighteen white wings composed of light unfolded, forming a stream of white light. His tall body, with its climbing-like muscles contracting and pulsating, exuded a sense of power that made space freeze.

"Lord Artesius!" The Skywing race stared in disbelief at the scene before them. Azriel couldn't help but cover her lips, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Lord Artoria has stood up!"

Azriel immediately flew to Alter and knelt down on one knee, asking him questions while shedding tears.

"Lord Artesius! Are you now going to personally subdue the divine species that killed the God of Forging and the God of Forest?"

"Hehe, hahahahaha—" Artesius laughed heartily and loudly: "Extermination? No, my feathers."

"My fellow countryman is so strong, so strong that even my very soul trembles. He is a powerful being who could easily kill me."

"I am the challenger!"

"Hahahaha! At this moment, I feel an unprecedented emotion, this trembling of feeling the power of others. Is this what the weak feel?" Altshu felt an unprecedented and unfamiliar emotion. His essence was telling him that he would be killed, but his own concept was telling him 'You are the strongest'.

This contradictory feeling brought Him joy, yet also irritation and even anger. As the concept of 'war and the strongest,' His very existence was being challenged at this moment.

"My feathers, follow me! Challenge my strong brethren as the weak!" Altshu laughed, stepping out of Avant Heim's small world.

"Yes, Lord Artesh!"

All the Skywing race responded in unison, their excitement causing the celestial halos above their heads to glow red.

“Master, shall I come along?” Abangte Heim asked.

"This is a destiny battle between gods, Abant. I will not allow anyone other than myself and the Feathers to interfere," Altshu said domineeringly.

“Understood,” Abant Heim said in a frustrated tone.

……

Meanwhile, above the planet's atmosphere, Los Saint looked down at the distant dots and the divine light that flew in as white light.

The divine light is carried by Altshu to all the Winged Race.

After dealing with the Forest God, he came above the atmosphere and unleashed his divine power on Altshu, signaling him to come out and face judgment.

Soon, the divine light stopped less than a thousand meters in front of Los Saint. Altshu held a golden-red light gun, and behind him, all the Skywing races formed a goose formation. The beautiful faces of each Skywing race were filled with desire and excitement for battle.

"My compatriots, I have received your challenge and have come to challenge you."

"That's wonderful. Your strength excites me and makes my heart, which has been calm for a long time, boil. You are my destined rival."

Los Saint stared blankly at the self-satisfied Artes, then glanced at the Winged Race behind Artes, his gaze lingering on Jibril for a moment longer.

The number of Skywing race is not large, only a little over 1,300 in total. Originally there were more than 3,000, but most of them were killed in the war.

A five-person Skywing race team can defeat the Giant race, a thirty-person Skywing race team can defeat the Dragon Spirit race, a one-hundred-and-twenty-person Skywing race legion can defeat the Fantasy race, and the entire Skywing race can defeat the weak God race.

Even the weakest deity species possesses god-level strength, while mid-to-high-ranking deities like Okan and Kainas possess true god to chief god level strength.

"Althos, you only have one chance. Let me see where your strength lies." A long spear of gold and silver, 'Declaration of the Great God,' appeared in Luo Sheng's hand, unleashing the power of a high-ranking God-King.

Alte embodies the concept of 'battle and the strongest,' making him a truly shameless god who will always be stronger than his opponent, no matter how strong they are.

So Los Saint wanted to see where Altshuu's limits were, whether he could break through the 'worldview'. If he couldn't break through the worldview, then he would only be stabbed to death by Los Saint.

Therefore, Altshu only has one chance.

The Great God's Declaration is Odin's artifact. It was once only at the level of a top-tier chief god, but now it is at the level of a powerful god-king.

Once he obtains the Star Cup, he plans to upgrade the Great God's Declaration to a 'legal level', as the Great God's Declaration's 【Gungnir Yggdrasil-Root】in itself represents the Norse worldview.

Therefore, the Great God's Declaration can become a 'worldview artifact,' somewhat similar to Odin's 'simulated creation map' in the miniature world.

The Lord of Law and Reason constructed his worldview by referencing the 'simulated creation map' of the miniature universe.

“I have felt death, my compatriots. So be it. Before you, I, the weak, will gather all my strength into the strongest strike.”

Artesius's divine body trembled. That gun would kill him in an instant, with no chance of survival. His fate depended on the moment the gun was thrown, unless he defeated his opponent with a single blow before the gun was thrown.

boom--

In an instant, Altshu unleashed all his power, his divine energy spreading straight upwards to form a stream of light that pierced through the atmosphere and reached the red moon.

In that instant, the entire Elf Corridor on the planet was boiling and groaning in pain. The projection of the Elf Corridor in the atmosphere was rapidly turning an ominous red, and countless elves were dying.

Artes' essence is endlessly draining the power of the Elven Corridor.

His power was growing stronger and stronger, doubling and expanding exponentially. In a single breath, his divine might covered the entire planet, even enveloping the red moon.

His essence is to amplify his power to surpass that of his opponents.

The planet's atmosphere trembled, forming enormous vortexes.

[All personnel, prepare.]

Artes' voice echoed throughout the entire planet.

"Yes!" The voices of the Skywing race rang out in unison.

All the Skywing races unleashed their full power in 'Sky Strike,' transferring all their strength to Altshu, even though their power was insignificant in the face of Altshu's infinitely expanding divine power.

Altshu's power is expanding at an alarming rate that Los Santos can only imagine.

Originally, Altshu only had the strength of the early stage of the main god, but in the blink of an eye, he expanded to the peak of the main god.

Two breaths later, the Lesser Great Power God-King descended from his position.

Three breaths later, he reached the middle rank of a junior high-ranking god-king.

……

Crack! Crack! Crack! The entire Elf Corridor on the planet emitted cracking sounds as it began to collapse, unable to withstand Altshu's relentless exploitation.

At this moment, the divine power of Altshu combined with the infinitely extracted power of the elves formed a scorching vortex in the outer space of the planet that was even larger than the planet itself, and a pillar of light more dazzling than the sun connected to the vortex.

Rumble rumble rumble ——————

Snap! Snap! Snap! Boom—

The entire Elven Corridor on the planet completely collapsed, and its reflection in the atmosphere gradually disappeared like a lit fuse.

A mournful cry of death echoed from the planet.