I reign supreme in the Western fantasy world for eternity.

The dungeon is now in ruins, but golden spots of light still shimmer among the rubble, the lingering divine power of the god of industry.

The commander and deputy commander of the Imperial Guard flanked the Minister of the Interior, and the three of them crawled out of the rubble, covered in dust but not seriously injured—Valentine had used holy light to protect his own people in the dungeon before he made his move, and no one cared about the instruments of torture and the interrogation table.

"Hurry up!" the commander shouted, dragging the Minister of the Interior away from the dungeon.

The deputy commander followed closely behind, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily. He was surprised to find that the white-clad figure who had just spoken had disappeared.

What is Ji Tian doing right now?

He was right behind the royal family, ready to watch the drama unfold!

Logically speaking, these high-ranking mages from the capital city would most likely know some of the church's secrets, so following behind them to watch the battle and listen to their explanations wouldn't be bad.

As the Minister of the Interior was dragged out of the dungeon entrance, he finally came to his senses and grabbed the commander's arm: "What on earth was that?! Was it really a god?"

"Whatever it is, Archbishop Valentine is handling it; our task is to ensure your safety."

The battle had already begun in mid-air.

The God of Industry was clearly not used to this newly formed divine body. His movements were sometimes hesitant, and with each raise of his hand and each step he took, the gear patterns on his clothes would flicker, as if he were adapting to the physical rules of this world.

"Valentine," on the other hand, is the complete opposite.

His movements were fluid and graceful, each strike precise and ruthless, clearly indicating that he was a seasoned warrior in his lifetime.

"Holy Light Cross Slash!"

Valentine gripped the Holy Spirit Scepter with both hands and swung it forward with a fierce motion. A blazing white cross-shaped blade of light flew out from the tip of the scepter, spinning and cutting through the air, slashing straight at the chest of the God of Industry.

The god of industry raised his right arm, and the phantom gear in his palm spun rapidly, unfolding a barrier made of pure light and shadow in front of him.

The light blade struck the barrier, producing a piercing metallic scraping sound.

The gears spun wildly, dissolving the force of the light blade layer by layer. But with each layer dissolved, several gears on the barrier would shatter. In the end, the light blade remained, but the barrier shattered into countless points of light.

"That was exhilarating! That was exhilarating! You evil god, you're much more resilient than those guys back then!" He laughed, and the light blade exploded amidst his laughter.

The god of industry remained silent, but continuously condensed the phantoms of gears, chimneys, and assembly lines, transforming them into shields and blades, while simultaneously transforming his divine body into a normal human form.

Perhaps it was the Scales of Order that maintained order in the capital, or perhaps the God of Industry did not want the battle to affect the factories in the capital; the battle in the sky did not have much impact on the capital.

The Minister of the Interior, panting heavily, leaned against the wall. His gaze swept over the people present, finally settling on the elder of the Mage Association.

"Do you think His Excellency Valentine can win?"

The other party shook his head. "It's hard to say. He used the sacred artifact and the sage's soul to possess him, forcibly raising his strength to the threshold of demigod. He also had the Scales of Order suppressing him, but the other party is, after all, a god."

He paused, then continued, "However... the sage who possessed me, if I'm not mistaken, should be the Church's fourth sage, 'Saint Het.' During his lifetime, he was recognized as the strongest below the gods, and he single-handedly suppressed three instances of evil gods descending to earth. If it is him, perhaps we truly have the power to fight him."

Upon hearing this, the Minister of the Interior's expression softened slightly.

Ji Tian stood in the shadows, listening quietly.

On the battlefield, Valentine struck again, flashing directly to the side of the God of Industry and swinging the Holy Spirit Scepter down as a melee weapon.

As the god of industry dodged to the side, Valentine reached out with his left hand and slapped the god of industry on the shoulder.

Holy light exploded in his palm, and the God of Industry was forced back several steps, a tiny crack appearing on his shoulder.

Your power...

"Not good enough, huh?" Valentine flicked his wrist. "I know. You're a god, I'm a man. Even a demigod can't be a match for a true god. But your godhood is pretty weak."

The god of industry did not respond, but looked down at the crack on his shoulder and then looked up again.

The scales of order have leveled our power. My divinity is unstable, and your sacred artifact is precisely what counters me. But this doesn't mean you've won.

"Then I'll beat you until you admit defeat!"

Valentine surged again.

This time, He gave the god of industry no chance to breathe. His fists, palms, knees, and elbows were all imbued with blazing holy light, growing faster and stronger with each strike.

The god of industry was initially able to parry, but soon revealed a weakness.

After all, He had just awakened and His divine body was not yet fully adapted. He was forced to retreat repeatedly by Valentine's storm-like attacks.

Valentine gripped his staff with both hands and roared, "Holy Light - Thousand Shatters!"

Countless beams of holy light erupted from the earth, spreading in a fan shape toward the god of industry.

Each beam of light was as sharp as a knife, cutting into the divine body of the god of industry.

The god of industry raised his arms, and the phantom of gears wove into an impenetrable net in front of him.

The beams of light collided with the gear mesh, producing a continuous series of cracking sounds. One gear after another shattered, and the beams of light dissipated one after another.

Finally, the gear mesh shattered completely, and the last beam of light pierced the chest of the god of industry.

His body suddenly stiffened.

【cough……】

The god of industry looked down at the slowly healing hole in his chest, then looked up at Valentine.

[Not a bad move, but you don't have much Holy Light left, do you?]

Valentine's breathing was indeed somewhat rapid, the light of the Holy Spirit Scepter in his hand dimmed a little, and the Scales of Order behind him no longer swayed violently.

"Enough to kill you!"

He charged forward again.

This time, the god of industry did not take the hit head-on; instead, his figure flickered and reappeared several miles away.

I admit, you're someone special. But this battle should end.

He raised his right hand, palm up, and a huge golden sphere of light appeared.

Countless intricate gear phantoms flowed across the surface of the sphere, and inside it seemed as if an entire factory was in operation.

This is the epitome of the industrial age, the core of my power. Can you withstand this blow?

Valentine's expression finally changed. He sensed the terrifying power contained within the sphere of light. "Damn it, I've never seen anything like this when I was alive... Looks like we really have to get serious now."

He gritted his teeth, grasped the Holy Spirit Scepter with both hands, held the scepter horizontally in front of him, and the holy crystal at the top of the scepter began to burn, emitting a dazzling white light.

"Holy Light - Final Judgment!"

The light sphere and the light beam flew out simultaneously.

The two collided in mid-air.

There was no sound or explosion.

light.

Pure light.

White, golden, and intense light exploded from the point of impact, engulfing the entire area.

Ji Tian narrowed his eyes, his divine sense penetrating the light screen to capture the changes in the center of the battlefield.

The sphere of light of the god of industry trembled violently, the gears on its surface shattered one by one, and the phantom of the factory inside began to blur.

Valentine's pillar of holy light is also being rapidly depleted, its brightness decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Ultimately, the sphere of light couldn't hold on any longer.

It emitted a crisp cracking sound, and golden light shot out from the crack before quickly dissipating.

As most of the light faded, everyone finally saw that the pillar of holy light had pierced through the body of the God of Industry!

It ran from the chest down to the back, without any sign of healing.

The Minister of the Interior watched this scene with surprise. "So that means..."

"That's right..." the commander of the Imperial Guard replied excitedly, "The Archbishop won!"