Magic Industrial Age.

Chapter 609-607: The Fall of the God's Avatar

The War of the Gods originally referred to a war between the gods.

This includes, but is not limited to, the struggle between benevolent and evil gods, the scheming between benevolent gods, and the fighting between evil gods.

However, as the multiverse has developed to this point, any war that transcends the limits can be called a war of gods.

For example, there might be the involvement of the Abyss King, the conspiracy of the Demon Lord, the plundering by otherworldly gods, the corruption of ancient evils, the interference of divine abominations, or the intervention of the Twilight Age...

All of these are battles of the gods!
The war between the native gods of Herka and the Silver Top of Nesseril was a classic example of a divine war.

Although it is still in the category of offensive and defensive warfare, the intensity of the conflict is escalating.

The two sides engaged in a large-scale, prolonged battle around the sacred bonfire and the arcane tower, which even involved demigods, angels, and archmages.

Initially, the Arcane Council held the advantage.

This is, after all, a floating city in the Astral Plane, the home ground of the arcane mages of Netheril, and the area destroyed by the fallen sun is limited.

Taking advantage of their terrain, the arcane mages were overwhelming the native gods of Herka!
Even with the native gods sending out their strongest divine war legions, and more than two hands' worth of demigod-level angels appearing, they were still barely managing to hold on.

However, as time went on and the war continued, the Silver Top's logistical shortcomings became apparent.

The Silver Top is powerful enough, but in the end, it's just a city.

The accumulated resources are limited. Whether it's the steel golem or the drone, once one is lost, it's gone forever.

On Herka's side, the eighteen native gods have accumulated tens of thousands of years of power.

Even if the Prayer Legion within the Divine Kingdom dies in battle, they can be reborn through the Reincarnation Pool.

Even if there are losses in the process, the sheer number of those who pray for conquest is overwhelming.

As for the resources consumed, the native gods have the entire world of Herka to replenish them. The productivity of the magic energy industry, coupled with a sufficient number of alchemists, can fully meet the needs of the supplicants.

This situation underwent a qualitative change after the gods tried and accepted magical weapons.

This is not easy. Even after a world war, magical weapons have been widely accepted by mortals, but they are still outmatched by a group of native gods who are all ancient relics.

They are familiar with cold weapons and accustomed to superhuman strength, so they can achieve the same effect.

In other words, the Holy War Legion trained by the Church in the Flower Territory participated in the war as a unique mortal army and achieved great results, which made the native gods take notice.

Then, after they armed the Prayer Legion, they found that the effect was surprisingly good.

The heavy firepower and continuous attacks from the magic cannons not only caused the Arcane Tower's defensive barrier to enter a high-energy-consuming phase, but also made personnel mobilization a problem.

The steel torrent of tanks, the kings of land warfare, rendered even the Golem Legion powerless.

Golems aren't mechs; remote, mental projection control always suffers from signal delays and limited field of vision.

They lack the high-speed reaction and agile attack of mechs; overall, they are just sluggish lumps of iron.

Their greatest advantage is their strong defense; they are fearless.

However, heavy tanks are also steel monsters weighing up to sixty tons, and their defense is only stronger, not weaker.

Furthermore, due to design flaws, the stability of two legs is nowhere near that of tracks.

That exaggerated heavy sword was also ineffective against the main gun of a tank.

Even if the two sides got close and clashed head-on, the golem would be overturned to the ground.

The only thing that's lacking is the magic-powered fighter jet.

The first-generation aircraft commonly used in the Old World were far less agile than the armored knights and unmanned aerial vehicles, making them easy targets.

The few third-generation machines purchased from the flower market did show their power, but their numbers were too small to demonstrate a cluster effect.

However, the native gods have too many powerful holy spirits and angels to compensate for this part, so there is no need for the magic legion to fight it head-on.

And so, the combination of the Magic Legion and the Holy Angels actually made Netheril's Arcane Tower unable to even lift its head.

Often, once the golems and drones are all destroyed, they can only cower inside the arcane tower, clinging to life with the defensive force field.

However, the Arcane Tower is not an absolute defense!
Whether it's a demigod or a assembled priest, summoning powerful divine magic through prayer can destroy the Arcane Tower's defenses.

It feels like pulling out nails, one after another. And as these processes become more standardized and the coordination becomes smoother, the efficiency increases.

This outcome was something the Arcane Council had never anticipated.

Their dissemination of magical technology was intended to disrupt Herka's magical development; they were definitely up to no good.

But when Loy led it astray, it unleashed a power that even the Arcane Council took notice of.

No one in this world dictates which path is necessarily a wrong one; the key is to break through the wall and forge your own path.

This was too much for the Arcane Council to bear; the boomerang piercing their own bodies was truly painful.

Enraged, they launched a major counterattack.

They drew upon several stockpiles, producing an astonishing number of golems and drones.

Through the portals between the arcane towers, arcane mages, arcane pilots, construct knights, and armored warriors from remote areas were gathered in the war zone.

This created a de facto numerical advantage.

However, they concealed this part of their combat power. When it truly erupted, it was the combined efforts of the archmages that unleashed yet another devastating floating city war magic.

When the gale swept across the land, dark clouds covered the sky.

Driven by magical power, these dark clouds grew thicker and thicker, until they seemed to press down on the earth.

The world was shrouded in darkness, and the oppressive low pressure caused severe oxygen deprivation. Even the arcane mages of Netheril felt short of breath and their hearts were filled with unease.

Not to mention the legions of supplicants surrounding the sacred bonfire.

Under the angel's command, they abandoned almost all offensives and instead tightened their defenses as much as possible, preparing to meet the attack from the Arcane Council.

When dark clouds gather and cover the sky, streaks of lightning transform into silver snakes dancing wildly.

The deafening explosions echoed through the heavens and earth, transforming into rolling thunder, a roar carrying the power of heaven and earth, shaking people's hearts.

You have to admit that while the simultaneous roar of ten thousand cannons is also impressive, it lacks the awe-inspiring power of thunder from nature.

These thunderbolts eventually transformed into ball-shaped lightning bolts, churning and clashing above the dark clouds and within the chaotic star realm.

That's right, these ball lightning bolts weren't attacking the ordinary invoker legions below, but rather the legendary holy spirits and demigod angels suspended in the sky.

As the ball lightning passed, it left behind trails of tree-branch-shaped lightning that could inflict continuous damage from a great distance.

It also has paralyzing and slowing effects, making it impossible for these holy spirits and angels to break free.

They could only watch helplessly as the ball lightning rolled by, the terrifying thunder turning their bodies to dust.

But that's not the scariest part!

The most terrifying thing is that this plasma has the effect of disintegrating the soul. Even with divine protection, it will be completely disintegrated under the ball lightning.

In other words, once you're dead, you're truly dead; the reincarnation pool has no effect.

In an instant, countless legendary holy spirits, and even demigods and angels, vanished into thin air!
This is the war magic of the Astral Floating City: Thunderstorm!!!

The Archmages are very powerful; each one is an outstanding member of the Netheril civilization. To evaluate them, the Civilization Council would need to conduct a comprehensive assessment.

Even with Netheril's massive size, only a handful of students pass the exam each year, and each one must have a respectable academic paper or outstanding achievements.

But are you saying that these great arcane mages can take on gods one-on-one?

That's obviously a joke!
Regardless of how it is evaluated, the gods are the strongest individual beings in the multiverse to date, a prime example of the power of millions gathered in one divine body.

But with the Astral Floating City as a platform and the Core of Nesser as a power source, the magical energy mobilized by the twelve arcane mages reached an exaggerated level.

Using this to cast magic can truly break through shackles and possess the power to slay gods.

At the very moment a thunderstorm forms, the dark clouds also create a unique ionosphere, which has the effect of isolating the inside from the outside.

At this moment, the ground battlefield became an isolated island, and the arcane mages hidden inside the arcane tower received orders to launch a counterattack.

They all entered coffin-like capsules, and with the activation of magic, tentacles extended and inserted into the nerve endings in the back of their heads.

A dizzying sensation followed, and when I opened my eyes again, my vision had changed.

Through the open gate, the steel golems, their heavy steps and crimson eyes gleaming, stepped out one after another.

It's worth mentioning that most of the steel golems still use old weapons, such as chainsaws and greatswords that can be spun at high speeds when activated, or they wield thick, heavy shields with amazing defense.

The Netheril civilization already possessed remote-controlled spellcasting capabilities, making them suitable as cannon fodder; therefore, steel golems were not worth equipping. However, some golems underwent modifications.

A magic-powered gun is mounted on one arm, which, when activated, can fire large-caliber bullets with considerable power.

This was clearly a change that drew on wartime experience, but it was too short-lived to be widely adopted.

More often, drones flew out of the windows.

A dense buzzing sound came from the high-speed rotation of the fan blades as they moved forward nimbly and swiftly under the control of the arcane aviators.

From a distance, some were in groups of three or five, some were dozens of aircraft gathered together, and some were even hundreds or thousands, showing the huge gap between arcane pilots.

In addition, there are construct knights covered in magical patterns, each with their own unique construct armor, looking incredibly menacing.

There are armored warriors standing in the void, exuding either an aura of evil, a concentration of hellish power, or an abundance of holy light.

Most of them had cold faces, sharp eyes, and expressionless expressions.

In comparison, the Prayer Legion encountered a major problem.

Steel is an conductor of electricity, and under such a sky full of thunder, some stray lightning bolts would inevitably break through the intricate magical circuitry inside the tank.

As a result, most of the magic tanks were unable to start, and wisps of black smoke were billowing out from all directions.

Of course, some tanks, once activated, can still move and fight while maintaining their magic shield.

However, maintaining the shield continuously consumes a huge amount of mana reserves, which will inevitably affect the duration of the battle.

Moreover, this number of tanks is extremely small.

However, the Prayer Legion still used tanks as cover to build a defensive system.

Fortunately, most of the magic field guns are relatively simple in design. Although the paralyzing effect of lightning is still there and the gunner has to endure the pain, it does not affect the activation.

The first shell fired signaled the start of the battle!
Even though the Prayer Legion tried their best to maintain the situation, and even though they fought bravely and fearlessly, they could only fight and retreat in the face of overwhelming numbers.

Most importantly, after they died in battle, their souls were trapped in this place, becoming wandering spirits.

The ionosphere is there; if there is a collision, it will be completely disintegrated, and the soul will perish.

Without a doubt, all of this was part of the Arcane Council's plan to completely wipe out the ground battlefield and destroy all the sacred bonfires.

It could even cause the gods of Herka to suffer a great loss.

The gods of Herka, of course, would not allow such a thing to happen.

When the war reached a stalemate, the gods of Herka chose to take turns, with one god sitting on the battlefield each day.

On this day, high in the sky was none other than Amon, the god of the orcs.

This ruler of the orc races was once one of Herka's most powerful deities, comparable to the sun god.

However, as humans became the main characters of the plane, the orcs were torn apart, and their power also waned.

Even so, when God needed to step forward, He did not hesitate much.

Then, the divine radiance hanging high in the sky suddenly plummeted, its speed increasing and its intensity growing stronger.
Even as several enormous ball lightning bolts rolled in, they were forcefully dispersed by the divine radiance.
Until it shattered the ionosphere and crashed into the dark clouds.

As a result, a massive shockwave spread outwards, sweeping up the dark clouds and creating towering waves, even shattering the lightning.

However, despite such a commotion, not a single sound could be heard, perfectly illustrating the meaning of 'the greatest sound is silent'.

Only when the numerous wandering souls escaped their confinement did they transform into beams of light from that void and soar into the sky.

Roar!
A deep roar resounded, accompanied by an unrestrained display of divine power.

Between heaven and earth, an incomparably majestic Behemoth appeared.

He stood on the earth, with dark clouds above his head, golden fur all over his body, radiating a dazzling divine light, and his weapon was a spiked club covered in barbs.

My name is Ammon!

He chanted his divine name and stepped forward, whereupon the arcane tower stood in his way, radiating magical light and countless magical runes dancing in the air.

However, just by stomping down and exerting force, it shattered inch by inch amidst the 'boom boom boom boom' sound.

Some powerful high-level arcanists reacted quickly enough to activate portals to escape, but most people were crushed into flesh and blood in terror.

He dragged his spiked club forward, his immense power and divine radiance flowing through him, gathering unparalleled strength to sweep across the land.

With a single strike, several arcane towers were smashed in half, and countless arcane mages were crushed to death.

Then, keep moving, keep sweeping, keep moving, sweeping...

The gods finally intervened themselves, displaying an unparalleled prowess with their incredibly simple yet powerful attacks!
The Silver Top, of course, also tried to fight back!

A warrior in armor stood proudly in the void, becoming utterly indifferent after being injected with a special potion, thus becoming immune to Kamui.

Then, gathering his battle qi and magical power, he unleashed a devastating slash.

However, the seemingly exaggerated battle aura slash was shattered by the golden divine light emanating from it.

Legendary arcane aviators control thousands of unmanned combat aircraft, forming a giant drill in the void that spins and advances at high speed.

But it was crushed directly by the spiked club.

The real damage comes from ball lightning, which rolls and crackles as it strikes you.

But the behemoth simply held its hands in front of it, completely ignoring the attack.

At this moment, the orc god displayed unparalleled power, crushing everything in his path.

But at that very moment, inside the Hall of Mysteries, the twelve Archmages simultaneously slammed their staffs to the ground.

Time and again, the vast magical power transformed into sparks that flew everywhere, creating ripples that connected with the core of Nesser, ultimately transforming into terrifying magic.

An arcane tower soared into the air, its top shimmering with a perfect magical crystal. Mental and magical energy vibrated rapidly, transforming into a destructive blue-white high-energy laser beam.

This is the devastating war magic, Apocalypse!
With a 'whoosh', the ray fell, piercing through everything and melting everything.

This strike once ignited the sun!

However, at this moment, a mirror suddenly appeared in front of the Golden Behemoth.

The mirror's surface, polished with divine power, is incredibly smooth, and divine runes are inscribed around it, further reinforcing this magical mirror with abundant divine power.

The blue-white rays fell on the mirror, causing it to tremble violently and cracks to appear, but these cracks were forcibly maintained by divine power.

Finally, the mirror tilted slightly, and the blue-white laser was launched into the astral chaos, causing the chaotic sea to churn endlessly.

However, there is no doubt that this attack did not cause any damage to the Golden Behemoth.

The gods also make preparations accordingly.

With their past war experience, some information provided by Roy, and their previous encounter, they would naturally seek a solution.

"Awoo, awoo, awoo!"

My name is Ammon!

At that moment, the Golden Behemoth pounded its chest and let out a wild laugh.

But at that very moment, a flame descended from the sky and landed on Him.

The next second, with a 'boom', the massive body of the golden Behemoth was completely ignited, transforming into a torch soaring into the sky.

This is yet another devastating war spell, Flame of Fire!
Its function is singular: to completely ignite all energies, including divine power, magical power, and battle aura.

The energy never stops, the burning never ceases!
The twelve archmages prepared two, not just one, trump card spells.

At that moment, the Golden Behemoth let out a shrill scream. It dropped its spiked club and desperately tried to extinguish the flames on its body.

It fell to the ground and rolled around, trying to extinguish the magical flames.

Unintentional destruction leaves behind only ruins and causes enormous losses.

However, for the Arcane Council, it was all worth it!
Because the roar of the golden behemoth grew weaker and weaker, until it faded into silence.

In the plane of Herka, the orc god Amon lost one of his divine avatars.

This is the cruelty of the war of gods!

Even a powerful avatar of a god could perish on the spot if it's not careful!

But this is just the beginning!
(End of this chapter)