Magic Industrial Age.

Chapter 610 (608): The Final Battle (Part 1)

The highest dimension, the Pantheon.

When Amon's divine avatar perished, almost without any need for summoning, the native gods of Herranka continuously ascended to higher dimensions until they gathered within the Pantheon.

In the separately established main hall, the eighteen divine wills intertwine and collide.

Complex information was being exchanged at near the speed of light, and the overwhelming divine power caused time and space to freeze.

Among them, the one who shouted the loudest was, of course, the orc god Amon.

His roar exploded in the ears of almost all the gods: "They plotted against me, you all saw it, didn't you?"

"We can't win a direct fight, so they dare to ambush me?"

"I will tear them all to pieces, extract their souls, and throw them into the icy hell."

I want them to experience endless suffering, but they just can't die!
This is where they should belong!

Some of the indigenous gods were very restrained, acting only as listeners.

However, some gods were at odds with Amon. The elven god Drizzt mocked, "Three hundred years ago, you clamored for their deaths, but what was the result?"
"Those archmages are still doing just fine, aren't they?!"

"On the contrary, you, the great orc god Amon, how could you die so easily?"
"It takes hundreds of years to create a divine avatar; to lose it like this, I feel heartbroken for you."

Quetzalcoatl also spoke: "Amon, I know you are angry, but don't let anger cloud your judgment."

We must learn to think and handle problems calmly.

"You make it sound nice, but it was me who lost a clone, not you!"

I really hope you can remain this calm when your clone perishes.

"Amon, has any god told you that you truly cannot distinguish right from wrong? Didn't you hear me speaking up for you?"

"Sorry, I really didn't recognize it!"

At this moment, Ptolemy, the god of storms and lord of mermaids, made a fair statement: "Although Amun suffered heavy losses, we must admit that His attack was very decisive."

"If He hadn't broken the ionosphere, relieved the pressure on the ground battlefield, and released the souls of the supplicants, we would have suffered enormous losses."

The God of Spring spoke up: "Let's not even talk about the losses, at least we can still afford them. But if all the sacred bonfires go out, it's like losing our foothold."

All the gains achieved in the war so far have vanished like a mirage.

From this perspective, we should thank Amun; it was He who saved everything, who saved us.

The elven god Drizzt persisted: "There is some truth to that, but I still reserve my opinion."

The loss of a divine avatar has severely weakened us; the cost was far too high.

In the eyes of outsiders, deities are high above, majestic and unfathomable. Even when they issue divine pronouncements, they are often vague and leave believers to guess.

This is the only way to effectively distance oneself from believers, thus maintaining the impression that the deity is unfathomable.

Of course, that's only for external audiences!

As for the deities, their origins, the dirty deeds they committed, and the embarrassing things they did are all perfectly clear.

In addition, there have been long-standing religious disputes and various conflicts, and the relationships between them have never been harmonious.

When they meet, personal attacks are the least of their problems; shrewish shouting and cursing are the norm.

However, the great sun god did not want to listen to such meaningless nonsense. The terrifying divine will descended and crushed all dissent with overwhelming force.

He said, “Although we lost an avatar, which weakened our fighting strength, Amon did a good job of holding down the fort on the battlefield.”

He delivered the people from the battlefield and saved countless supplicants; His deeds are worthy of praise.

In short, the decision was made, and almost all the other deities bowed their heads slightly in agreement.

Then the Sun God said, "Now, we only have one issue to discuss, and that is how to deal with it?"

The orc god Amon quickly spoke up: "My suggestion is that all the gods launch a full-scale attack, directly press forward, and win this divine war with the most decisive attitude!"

His words astonished all the gods.

The elven god Drizzt was about to sneer, but Amon said again, "Gentlemen, gentlemen, listen to me!"
This battle of gods is pointless to continue; it's just a waste of resources.

"Although we have more invokers and better logistics, no one knows what trump cards the Nesseril civilization has, or what terrifying resources it possesses."

"Instead of trembling with fear, let's strike first. As long as we descend directly, we can completely destroy that floating city in the Star Realm."

No, we don't actually need to completely destroy it. Just destroying part of it, causing the floating city to crash, will be enough for us to win.

"Without the support of the floating city, even those great arcane mages cannot escape our pursuit."

"There is definitely danger! But we are all going to the incarnations of God; the real bodies are all in the Kingdom of God."

Even if this battle goes poorly, even if the Silver Peak still has a trump card, as long as our true bodies remain still, we are invincible.

"For the sake of victory, this little danger is something we must take!"

It must be said that the gods suddenly realized that what the orc god Amon said made a lot of sense.

Regarding the solution that 'losing means losing one clone; winning means completely resolving the problem,'

Even the Elf God couldn't help but say, "I never expected that Amon, with his stubborn mind, could say something so reasonable?"

At this moment, the clash of divine wills reached a peak, and the gods were secretly exchanging opinions.

There are those who agree and those who disagree; even gods have their own ideas.

But then the Sun God spoke up: "Amon is right. Rather than suffer for a long time, it is better to take a gamble."

However, to safeguard everyone's interests, we can make the Styx Oath here.

"Regardless of the outcome of this battle or the losses suffered by any of you, you must not attack other deities, interfere in other churches by any means, or plot against them for a hundred years."

Those who disobey will face the wrath and punishment of the gods!!!

"This century is a period of recovery for everyone. Even if there are conflicts, they can only be resolved after a century."

"This is to protect the interests of the gods, what do you all think?"

At this moment, all the gods understood that it was all part of the sun god's plan, only it was being told by the orc god Amon.

Given this, what else is there to say? Naturally, everyone seconded the agreement.

Then the Sun God said, "Then, all of you, mobilize your avatars and the army of supplicants, and prepare to descend!"

"We must catch the Arcane Council off guard when they are at their most triumphant; we must resolve Herka's crisis once and for all."

We are forever the deities of this world, protecting it and controlling it.

"We are the gods of Herka, and we will ultimately win the final victory."

"Gentlemen, prepare yourselves!"

"Next, the final battle will begin!"

……

At this moment, cheers erupted in the Mysterious Hall.

In the center of the twelve-pointed star formation, the light and shadow cast showed the scene of the orc god's avatar falling.

Even a group of great arcane mages who had lived for countless years jumped and danced with excitement, waving their staffs like children.

Even more outrageous, a great arcane mage went so far as to say: "They are merely native gods who have never seen the vastness of the multiverse or the profundity of truth. Even if they are gods, they are nothing more than frogs in a well."

Killing them is like slaughtering pigs and dogs!

A high-ranking arcanist retorted: "No, no, no, you're wrong! Pigs and dogs will fight to the death. I think it's more like insects at best."

Just reach out and crush him!

"Yes, yes, you're all right, but shouldn't the most important thing be to record this scene completely?"
"When we return to Netheril to report for duty, we can show these photos to people; it'll be a great way to increase our visibility."

"Who knows, our ranking might move up even further, and our name should be on the list of newly built floating cities."

What do you think about naming it after me?

"Get out of my way, the new floating city clearly belongs to me."

Their noisy chatter indicated their relaxed state of mind.

Of course, there are also those who are willing to take on responsibilities.

The chubby, white-bearded archmage continued to issue orders, directing the battlefield and urging on gales and dark clouds in an attempt to rebuild the ionosphere.

However, their joy did not last long.

Then, from the endless sky, eighteen stars fell.

As the light of the gods grew brighter and brighter, it even dispelled the chaos and darkness, as if it were about to fill the entire sky.

At this moment, a tremendous crisis struck. The archmages who had just been joking all stopped what they were doing and looked up with stiff expressions.

Then, they watched helplessly as what had just been a divine ray of light descended not long ago...
This time, there were eighteen. They smashed through the dark clouds, once again creating shockwaves that spread outwards, forming craters.

The thick, dark clouds that had looked terrifying were smashed full of holes, and the waves formed by the churning clouds canceled each other out, completely extinguishing the thunder that filled the sky.

At this moment, the floating landmass of the Silver Top began to sink uncontrollably, as if it were about to fall into another dimension.

The intricate floating rings, resembling giant compound eyes, were operating at full power, spewing out tremendous repulsive force with an abundant supply of magical energy.

Only through the interaction of forces was this continent stabilized; however, with those divine rays landing, huge craters appeared.
And on the ground, there were spiderweb-like cracks.

It was here that the vast divine power spread, revealing the divine avatars of the gods of Herka.

The avatar of the sun god is a valiant human hero, as majestic as a mountain and as radiant as the sun.

Clad in gilded armor and wielding the sword of the sun god, He stood there radiating endless brilliance.

The divine avatar of the elf god Drizzt is a male elf with a full head of emerald green hair, a slender and alluring figure, and an abundance of vitality.

He floated in the void, his expression arrogant, holding a longbow of stars, which twinkled with starlight.

This divine bow is also renowned in the history of Herka, providing ample divine power to unleash a devastating effect similar to the simultaneous firing of ten thousand cannons.

The avatar of the Orc God was still a Behemoth, but this time it was covered in white fur, had a more imposing size, and exuded a savage aura.

Furthermore, its canine teeth protrude outwards, giving it an angry and ferocious appearance.

This is Amon's angry clone.

Throughout Herka's history, Helga has been synonymous with brutality, causing massive slaughter with each appearance.

There is also the feathered serpent god's avatar, which is the long serpent with three pairs of feathers.

It has a huge body that is thousands of meters long, and each scale is the size of a human head. As it swims, it cuts through the earth like a blade.

Wherever it went, whether it was a steel golem or an arcane tower, everything was pulverized to pieces.

Ptolemy, the god of storms, had a divine avatar that was a male mermaid standing atop a storm.

He was clad in dark gold armor and wielded a trident. Each swing of his trident created a whirlwind that swept across the sky and earth, capable of destroying everything in its path.

Epimetheus, the god of the sea, appears as an eight-armed Naga.

He wielded eight weapons, stood on churning waves, and with every gesture, the water surged.

In addition, there is the Tarot of the Goddess of Spring, which governs the revival and budding of all things;
Oxo, the goddess of summer, governs the height of summer and growth;
Karpo, the goddess of autumn, controls the autumn winds and fruits;
Lady Miuska, the goddess of winter, governs extreme cold, decay, and snow.

Disi, the god of discord, controls intrigue and assassination;

Charon, the god of death, controls the River Styx, which connects to the underworld, and guides the dead to the underworld.
Thanatos, the god of shadows, rules over places where light cannot reach, and the shadows that walk in darkness.
Although the divine roles are opposed, this one is a staunch supporter of the sun god;
There is also Bacchus, the god of law, who has governed the laws and order of the Herka civilization to this day.

Vulcan, the god of magic, controls the development of magic in the world of Herka and is the object of worship for mages.

Pronoe, the god of wisdom, controls the wisdom of all living beings and endows them with the ability to think and learn.

Diana, the goddess of desire, controls the desires of living beings, darkness, and devouring. She often appears in an evil guise and is feared by other gods.

This one's greatest love is tempting devout believers to fall into depravity.

The last one, Pluto, the god of forging and hunting, was also the object of worship for countless assassins, thieves, wanderers, and craftsmen.

There were naturally more than eighteen deities in the history of Herka, but only these remain active today.

This also proves their power from another perspective!
When they descended upon the floating city in various unique divine avatars, their overwhelming divine power and pervasive killing intent alone caused the continent to tremble violently.

The last vestiges of the devastating war magic [Thunderstorm] were thus dispersed.

Of course, they did not come alone!

Centered on them, the largest sacred bonfire radiates divine light.

Then, beams of light descended from the sky, revealing powerful angels, holy spirits, and supplicants.

They were densely packed, their numbers increasing endlessly, filling the entire sky.

At this moment, the Mysterious Hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Only the pounding of their hearts, as if trying to burst from their chests, revealed their extreme tension.

Of course, this silence couldn't last long; just a few breaths later, a great arcanist jumped up with a scream.

"How dare they?"

"Are they crazy? We only killed one avatar of a god, do they really need to make such a big fuss?"

"What are they trying to do?"

Just then, a desolate voice rang out: "Need I say more? The native gods of Herka are going all in, ready to fight us to the death!"

Then, in the center of the twelve-pointed star, a magical cloak swept out, revealing a figure.

He was tall and slender, with slightly curly hair, sunken cheeks, and a hooked nose, giving him an extremely gloomy appearance.

He didn't seem very old, maybe forty at most, but his eyes held a calm composure that remained unmoved even in the face of a collapsing sky, as well as a sense of desolation and wisdom gained from experiencing the vicissitudes of life.

Upon seeing him, the twelve archmages bowed their heads almost simultaneously, offering the highest magical tribute.

"I have met the great King of Mysteries, the Practitioner of Truth, the Lord of the Astral Floating City Silver Top, His Majesty Michael."

Michael, the master of the floating city, waved his hand and looked up at the sky.

His gaze seemed to penetrate the dome, reaching out to see the divine avatars. Though his expression remained calm, his hands clenched involuntarily.

"Your Majesty Michael, what should we do now? If we don't act quickly enough, we risk total collapse!"

"They've all taken to the table and started their final battle. You and I can only follow suit."

Fortunately, the conditions for executing the ultimate plan are barely met, and we still have a chance to turn the tide.

These words instantly caused a stir among the many archmages, and the plump, white-bearded archmages quickly chimed in, "Is it really okay?"

"No, but we must, because this is our last chance."

Michael finally lowered his head, looked around, and said, "But before that, you must buy me enough time. Can you do that?"

The archmages exchanged glances, then made a firm statement.

"Things have come to this point, we have no choice but to do it."

"We will buy time with our lives, Your Majesty, please rest assured."

"We will definitely work hard."

"it is good!"

Michael forcefully interrupted the noisy agreement and immediately ordered, "Chief, you, the Second and Third Chairs, are responsible for the command and control of the war. All warehouses are open to you, and you may use any war resources at will."

"Yes!"

"Fourth, fifth, and sixth seats, you are most skilled in magic, so I will grant you the highest level of access to the Arcane Tower."

Aside from the magical energy needed for the final plan, you can use whatever else you have. Don't be stingy with destructive magic; just unleash it!

"Leader!"

"Seven seats, eight seats, nine seats, I grant you most of the authority over the floating city, allowing you to command all the summoning arcane mages and draw all the rare items and sacrificial supplies."

Your task is to summon those great beings; each one more is a bonus.

"As ordered!"

"There are still ten seats, eleven seats, and twelfth seats left. Go find the Seven Gods Pope and ask them to summon the Seven Gods to descend."

To gain benefits, you must give something in return; it's time for those seven to lend a hand.

"Yes!"

After making some arrangements, Michael stroked his mustache and said earnestly, "Success or failure hinges on this, gentlemen, I'm counting on you!"

"We will do everything in our power."

"Then let's fight!"

At the same time, the voice of the Sun God resounded throughout the entire floating continent, echoing in the ears of every warrior.

"When darkness descends, the sun will surely rise and drive out evil!"

"When foreign enemies invade, heroes will surely rise up to protect our homeland!"

"As time goes by, our names will surely be sung by future generations!"

"In this battle, I will be invincible, and there will be no escape but death!"

"Kill, kill, kill!!!"

(End of this chapter)