Mr. Pantalone has no crazy plans today.

Ultimately, they were unable to shake Pantalone's presence. As if they had tripped up a stumbling block, the "Skirmisher's" body, which had regained its footing, once again fell into a precarious state.

Although the rampaging ability granted "Skirmisher" even greater power, he was already unable to control this power well, and now he was facing this even stronger force.

Like a child wielding a weapon, he was powerless to fully exert his strength, and even hitting the enemy was extremely difficult.

Such an attack posed a greater threat to Pantalone than the previous "skirmishers" had demonstrated.

In Pantalone's view, the current "streaker" is nothing more than a reaction after his most vulnerable spot in his heart has been exposed by others, causing him to completely break down and become unable to bear anything.

Looking at the appearance and behavior of these "streakers," Pantalone's eyes were filled with pity for them.

It was as if they were looking at a pathetic creature who could only rage helplessly, which further fueled the fragile pride of the "scatterers".

"You lowly insect! How dare you look at me like that...! Is that contempt for me?!"

Who do you think you are! I don't need your pity!

Lightning struck, and flames surged.

The violent thunder and burning flames were like the rage in the hearts of the "skirmishers".

Endless flames and lightning bolts rained down from the heads of the "scatterers," sweeping and shattering them indiscriminately across the ground.

The ground melted, scorched into scorched earth, and ice spread all around.

The splashing water and pebbles became the medium for transmitting the lightning, spreading its power and carrying the destructive will of the God of War to rage and sweep across the land.

"Burn it down!"

The terrifying vortex began to converge under the will of the "scatterers," forming an upward airflow.

As it transformed into a tornado capable of destroying everything, the storm was also tainted with water, fire, lightning, and even solid ice. These elements mixed in with the tornado swirled at high speed.

Imbued with incredibly powerful and sharp kinetic energy, and carrying a terrifying force, the monstrous vortex began to move indiscriminately, destroying everything within sight.

Anything caught in these terrifying vortexes will only be torn apart and destroyed by them.

There is no other possibility.

"How could I, with such great power, possibly lose to you, to a mortal like you! I am a god!"

With an angry voice, the "Skirmisher" swung its four arms, grabbing the scattered lightning elements in the space.

Driven by the laws of lightning, the "scatterers" finally grasped the lightning, and four enormous lightning spears, displaying the power of lightning, formed in his hands. The lightning elemental energy, which was almost materialized, was incredibly terrifying.

Like a lightning rod, the continuous stream of lightning around it converged towards the giant lightning spear and poured into the body of the "scatterer".

At this moment, even more powerful lightning elemental energy followed the will of the gods and transformed into an incomparably powerful weapon in the hands of the "Skirmisher." Looking at the figure of Pantarone, the "Skirmisher" grasped the lightning spear.

"Kneel down before this divine power!"

The lightning bolt pierced the ground where Pantarone was located, causing terrifying lightning damage across a massive area.

Despite the fact that the "streets" were using their divine power, in Pantalone's eyes it was nothing more than the "streets" losing their source of pride and acting hysterically in front of him.

Faced with the hysterical attack from the "skirmishers," Pantalone simply raised his hand.

Just like before, the raging lightning element was once again easily taken from Pantalone's control under the dominion of the 'imaginary number' law.

This time, Pantalone did not choose to simply launch a weak counterattack as before, but instead took the initiative to seize control of the "Skirms" over the laws of lightning.

The moment Pantarone seized control of the lightning elemental energy, the lightning elemental forces that were originally under the control of the "scatterers" were as if they had been turned against them.

The violent energy erupted spontaneously at that moment, transforming into a bolt of lightning.

At that moment, it tore apart one of the arms of the True Machine God, leaving the "Scattered Soldiers" in unimaginable shock.

"How...is this possible...!"

It wasn't simply tearing the arm off the body of the True Machine God; rather, it completely destroyed the arm with that powerful and violent energy, causing the "Scatter Soldier" to truly lose an arm.

This outcome left the "scattered soldiers" feeling both utterly horrified and intensely angry.

He... he actually got hurt...!

Despite being a god, he was injured when facing Pantalone, who was merely a mortal.

This was such a humiliating and disgraceful thing, damaging the dignity of a god. This caused the "scattered soldier" to transform his intense dark inner turmoil into anger, in addition to his shock.

He thought of the humiliation he had suffered under Pantalone and those memories he loathed.

It was only then that he suddenly realized that he had never truly stopped caring about his past as a puppet called "Kingdom Collapse".

He was so disgusted with it that he considered himself a god and no longer cared about the things of this mortal world.

Because he was a supreme god who transcended all things in this mortal world, but now, in his eyes, that damned ant and lowly mortal was nothing more than a mortal.

When he realized that something could pose such a threat to him, his long-held self-deceptive mindset finally crumbled.

He knew that if he couldn't kill Pantalone, then even if he became a god, he would still be a shadow he could never forget. So, in extreme anger, the "Skirmisher" stared at Pantalone's figure and roared.

"How could I... How could I...! I haven't...! I will never allow a human being more powerful than me to exist in this world!"

At all costs, he activated the "scattered soldiers" within his "Heart of God," frantically drawing power from it to serve as the heart of his current divine self.

His divine nature depends entirely on the power provided by the "Heart of God," and if the power of the "Heart of God" is extracted at any cost...

Even now, after being completely transformed and becoming a "Transcendent," possessing a state beyond his original essence, he is still a "Transcendent."