It's not the protagonist, what does it matter if you are trapped in the Shura field

Chapter 723 The God Who Abandons Everything

A crimson thunderclap lit up the sky.

The overwhelming pressure of thunder rose from the clouds, and with its fierce force, streaks of red lightning rained down on the plain.

Boom! !

A blue tsunami rose from the ground, the divine light magic circle spewed up black mud, and the roars of phantom beasts mingled with the surging waves.

Those who witnessed the entire process now understood what "complete power" truly meant.

The Temple of War Gods was indeed unable to control the gods of the past, but as the range and density of the anomalies increased exponentially, the number of gods and heroic spirits appearing on the battlefield also multiplied several times over. At this point, it no longer mattered who was fighting for whom; even if they were not chosen as targets, the influence of the gods' power spread to all parts of the earth, as if saying that what had happened before was just an appetizer.

All sides are caught in the middle of the battle.

It was as if they hadn't been summoned from the scene of twenty years ago, but rather that they had stumbled into the scene of twenty years ago.

"Oh my god...!!"

Cirri was tossed about like a pebble on the sea, her face screaming "Who am I? Where am I? Who's attacking me?" Just before she reached the highest point and began to fall, she was caught by an arm.

She looked up in shock.

"Mei...Mei Qiuli!!"

The Sandman grabbed her wrist and easily lifted her up.

"Meichori, I will protect Kiruri!"

Without bothering to ask her when she learned to carry people, the two arrived at the Skywing, which was taking off. Neps was using magic to seal the entrance to Jasmine's tunnel.

The witch frowned, her face covered in cold sweat.

Although we moved to a safe location several days ago, a tsunami over thirty meters high is just too much!!
There were also materialized figures on the deck. Neps cast a spell to repel the approaching divine knights, and twirled her staff as she said, "Leave this to me, you two quickly go inside and take refuge!"

"Meicholi can fight too!"

The Sleep Demon's Strike sent a fully armed temple warrior flying more than ten meters away, knocking over a group of unsuspecting soldiers and sending them tumbling off the deck.

Neps was stunned for a moment, and then the God Warriors not far away were hit by black bullets one after another, and their bodies disappeared without a trace the moment they were hit.

She turned around and saw Jasmine, who had just boarded the warship, standing resolutely at the tunnel entrance.

It's possible to cast spells even through a seal? And that's...

Kiruri stared at them with her mouth agape.

"I..." she paused, "I'll go find someone to help!"

Nepses shook her head helplessly, a deep witch's smile spreading across her face as she gripped her staff and activated a protective barrier against calamity.

Anyway.

If an apprentice graduates so quickly, it will be a problem for the master.

……

"Regroup!!"

"Raise your shields!!"

Behind the canyon, the knights of the Lion's Nest North were issuing orders to consolidate their forces as much as possible.

Camesh peered out from behind the shield line at the very front, his beady eyes fixed on every movement around him. A knight from the Divine Warriors charged at him, raising his axe, but the knight ignored him and walked past. Then another knight came from the right, and Camesh jerked his axe up again, but the knight still ignored him.

"Hahaha…"

He gave a simple, honest smile to show the soldiers beside him that it wasn't his fault, but a bolt of lightning struck him directly on the head.

Boom!

With a startling sound, Kamesh, gripping his axe, saw Marcus, wielding "Slaughter," effortlessly parry the blow.

"I...I can take it too!"

He looked at the axe and sword in the other person's hand, which were much larger than his own, and said indignantly.

Just then, three more streaks of red lightning gathered in the sky, still directly above their heads. Kamesh immediately pushed his axe handle, smiled modestly, and his eyes became clear.

"Haha...you come...you come."

The spirits of the gods from the past war would not attack the current army immediately, which created a considerable buffer for the already prepared allied forces. However, the aftershocks of the gods continued to descend, and almost no fighting force could truly catch its breath.

Not far away, the clergy of the Yangyan Church.

The priestess's flames were drawn to the battlefield. Looking up, she saw a holy and unapproachable fire goddess in the sky, wielding a greatsword of flames that burned with the same power as them.

"My lady goddess..."

For them, especially for their descendants, being able to see the former supreme deity was an unparalleled honor.

However, the priests felt an indescribable rage at the thought that the Temple of War had used the gods' past to achieve its own goals and was even trying to absorb this power.

Even in their demise, they hoped that their god could rest in peace.

and so--

"Lady Shannafors! Please lend us your power!!"

……

Military forces on all sides are putting up resistance.

It is impossible to crush the heroic spirits of the entire continent from twenty years ago and the power of the main god head-on.

In other words, the Temple of War Gods is unable to control this power, and they are all enemies among themselves. Otherwise, with their combined overall combat strength, they would probably be more than capable of defeating a first-level god or even multiple first-level gods.

Most of the scenery was visible from the Skywing in the air.

Lovely stood in the command room. On the ground, Lialan was the supreme commander, with Nasusha and Saya by her side, and the rest of the area was also overseen by trusted generals and troops.

Meanwhile, they were directing the entire battlefield from the air. Vimiel and Jasmine had already boarded the warship, along with Ahulili, Philica, Krocci, Mena, Shatis, and others, as well as fifteen witches from the Witches' Guild. Even Artana came from the valley to support the battle.

Ayining, however, insisted on staying on the ground.

The appearance of the warships was originally planned, after all, forcing the Holy Maiden of Dawn to advance recklessly through the mainland front was the result of their deliberate manipulation.

Who would have thought that before the Holy Maiden was even defeated, their Pope would become restless?

"How about it?"

“It looks like they’ve moved out of range,” said Ah Hu Lili, dressed in sleek battle gear. “There are no troops on the deck anymore.”

It seems that auspicious signs of fate will first appear on the surface of the earth with physical ground.

After the Temple of War unleashed its power, it began to appear even on the decks of warships. Fortunately, Fimi searched the area and didn't see any cooks fighting with knights in any of the kitchens.

“Understood,” Lovely nodded. “Maintain this distance. If we get caught in the crossfire, we should be able to handle it, right?”

"Leave it to me!"

Femi formed a virtual projection and jumped out from the side.

Even without the witches' barriers, Fimi wouldn't have been so easily defeated!

How did my warship turn into you...? Lovely didn't dwell on that question, frowning as she looked down: "The protective barrier and this distance should guarantee our safety, but why has that Pope been acting so strangely since just now? Has he turned into an egg?"

on the screen.

The Pope opened the veil to unleash the power of the phenomenon to its maximum. After that, he was surrounded by a dark purple energy that formed a giant egg-like object.

Those dressed in red stood guard outside, and every now and then, specks of light rose from the battlefield and were quickly drawn to the egg.

“It must be some kind of ongoing ritual,” Shatis said listlessly, “trying to absorb all the divine power that has fallen on the battlefield in this way.”

“Interesting.” Philica calmly spoke, staring at the magical projection.

Can someone become a god like this? Aren't they afraid of us... no, I'm afraid even if the saintess leaves now, it won't help.

Felicia subconsciously shook her head. Since the other party had been holding back and hadn't used their full strength, they must have considered that once the phenomenon reached a certain point, it wouldn't be solely due to the Saintess's power.

"Fortunately, we have your tactical magic device," Lovely said without reservation this time, "otherwise, communication and intelligence verification between various parties would have been a major problem."

“It’s nothing,” Felicia closed her eyes. “I just did what I was supposed to do. Since the other side didn’t take any precautions in this regard, it’s none of my business if they suffer losses due to underestimating the power of magic.”

From the perspective of the battle situation.

The Temple of War Gods took the initiative and is now in control of the plan.

However, at the same time, they remained stuck there, unable to move, and were in a passive position in terms of action.

To disrupt the Pope's ascension to godhood, they must first disengage their army from the divine war, at least clearing the obstacles from the canyon battlefield to the plains, before they can make an effective decision.

It's hard.

But since everyone is here, the key to turning a passive situation into an active one lies in developing effective strategies based on the overall battle situation.

However, compared to others, they are doing relatively well.

When the Holy Maiden of the Temple of War initiated the ritual, the army was advancing along the inner side of the plain, with the battle line stretched into a single line. This was originally a situation where they were most worried about being attacked from the flanks. However, the intensity of the divine war increased several times over right in front of them, and many of the light points absorbed by the Pope came from that side.

Are they even sacrificing their own army?

In order to enable the Pope to become a god, the Temple of War abandoned everything on this continent.

……

A verdant corridor, in the northwest of the plain.

Choked by the tsunami's surge, Elita clung to a rock wall, glancing first at the center of the plain, then at what lay behind her, her eyes revealing undisguised disgust.

But she didn't say a word. After the tide receded, she jumped off the rock wall, picked up the saint's banner from the water, and, with a gun in one hand and the banner in the other, broke through the blocking spirits and moved forward.

The generals behind immediately responded.

"They can still move! Follow the Saintess's banner and charge forward!!"

Undoubtedly, the losses were heavy, but the warriors of the Temple of War were all brave and heroic, as could be seen from their past battles. When they fought alongside the Western Frontier army of Prince Lion's Garden, nearly 6,000 of the 30,000 Western Frontier knights were killed, and the Temple's army of 8,000 also suffered 6,000 casualties. Their tenacity and indomitable spirit were unmatched by ordinary kingdom knights.

Damn church army...

Those still standing here have all heard about the loss of the temple territory. If it weren't for the fact that these church armies also have many battle-hardened warriors, how could ordinary royal armies possibly defeat them?

But that's clearly not the issue they should be considering right now.

How to cross this line between life and death has become the biggest challenge of my life. As long as I can join forces with the army in the western canyon, I can still regroup.

Otherwise they would all die here.

The deafening explosion shook the earth; it was the light of a fallen god, and the final burst of immense power. The Holy Maiden Army's divine beings felt themselves engulfed in a beam of light, which ultimately converged at the very center of the battlefield, to the Pope, whom most of them had never even seen.

There's no time to think about that anymore.

The meaning of the battlefield, the reason for dying.

As long as the saintess continues to persevere.

Then they won't back down.

More and more temple soldiers surged up from behind, engaging in close combat with the former heroes. They were occasionally shattered by bursts of divine light from nearby or distant sides, but they would rise again and parry their opponents' swords. The sounds of the battlefield faded into the distance, but the instinct to wield a sword remained.

But in the end, they all turned into specks of light and returned to the Pope's body.

(End of this chapter)