Those time travelers that year

If one legendary spell isn't enough to kill these monsters, then use another, until it's enough to turn them all to ashes.

Unfortunately, just as these voters were about to unleash even more magical energy, the silver flame went out with a whoosh... An unspeakable sorrow swept over the souls of these voters, and at that moment they could clearly sense that an existence closely connected to them had perished.

The goddess of magic—fallen.

Within the magic network, the tenth layer had already been breached. Under Sharl's influence, the goddess of magic's divine status began to crumble, and her authority was being gradually eroded and dismantled. By the time the fifteenth layer of the magic network was breached, everything had come to an end.

The First Flame, burning the soul, ignited directly within the Goddess of Magic's physical form in the Heart of the Spell plane through this medium. Unforgivable, inescapable, divine power and divinity were consumed by the First Flame, all the power and essence belonging to the Goddess of Magic being predatoryly devoured and reduced to fuel.

The entire divine realm belonging to the goddess of magic was engulfed in a raging inferno. The twilight-colored flames illuminated every corner of this plane, burning to ashes all those who inquired about it, the servants of the gods, and the spellcasters and priests who entered it.

'No!!!!!!'

Through three generations of change, the powerful goddess of magic, amidst the agony of her soul being burned, let out a desperate lament. Curses, screams… none of this could avert her ultimate fate. Just as in this kingdom, whenever a major event erupts, the goddess of magic is destined to perish, this time, she too was forced to face death.

The entire magic network descended into chaos. Under the impact of primal energy, the Heart of Spell plane collapsed, and the goddess of magic's divine kingdom crumbled. Finally, like the gods who had fallen before, the stars belonging to the goddess of magic shattered, transforming into a massive meteor shower that streaked across the sky.

This time, it was a true fall.

The divine authority belonging to the goddess of magic collapsed, and a portion of her essence returned to Suren, allowing the silver moon goddess to instantly regain her powerful divine strength.

But this had no effect whatsoever. Inside the Pantheon, the monkey continued to relentlessly beat the gods. And Suren, who had just regained his powerful divine strength, hadn't even had time to rejoice when he saw a club weighing 13,500 pounds swinging towards him at near-light speed—

—And then there was nothing more for Suren…

Most importantly, she was only grazed by an AOE attack; the monkey's real target was her sister.

663. A family should always be together.

Of course, the fact that the Silver Moon Goddess was hit by the AOE effect of the near-light-speed staff and fell to her death was just a minor incident. Her sister, the Dark Night Goddess Shar, however, was struck head-on by the staff. Thus, the two sisters were born together, fought together, and ultimately fell to their deaths together… Adding to this the earlier death of the Magic Goddess, it seems a family really does have to be complete!

However, no matter how well they managed to assemble, they couldn't salvage the situation within the Pantheon. With the fall of the two goddesses of creation, the remaining powerful gods felt an increasingly heavy pressure. They had no way out, no future—they were about to be eliminated.

Leaving aside the Pantheon's disastrous journey, in the material world at this time, in Silvermoon City, with the death of the Goddess of Magic, the Chosen People's trump card, Silverfire, was destroyed. To make matters worse, just as they were about to cast a spell together to briefly summon a legendary spell,...

The backlash inevitably struck them. After losing their status as chosen ones following the death of the goddess of magic, their power plummeted. Unable to cope with the situation in time, they coughed up mouthfuls of blood due to the backlash.

At this moment, the burning Farron Knights finally withstood the pull of the miniature black hole of the annihilation singularity and began to go berserk.

Argus, the god of magic who had sacrificed his life and remaining divine power, turned deathly pale and momentarily dazed upon sensing the fall of the goddess of magic. At that very moment, the Knights of Farron rallied and unleashed another barrage of slashes upon the protective barrier he had erected.

This time, the voters, suffering from the backlash of magic, were unable to help him.

Before long, before the voters could recover from the backlash of the magic, the protective barrier, which had been erected by a saint at the cost of his life and divine power, was forcibly torn open.

Then, the red-eyed leader of the Fran Knights stepped in.

This gap is only wide enough for one person to pass through, but that's enough.

Everyone was shocked to see the red-eyed man walk in. With the spellcaster rendered powerless, the warriors and guards rushed forward, brandishing their weapons, trying to stop the Farron knight.

However, the gap in combat power was something these warriors couldn't bridge. Even with all the magical items they possessed, it was useless. Faced with the Farron knights who had ignited embers and whose greatswords were now ablaze, these charging warriors appeared utterly vulnerable and helpless.

Sparks flew, limbs and severed arms flew, and burning blades swung rapidly, leaving trails of fire. They were indiscriminately crushed. Among these warriors were legendary warriors, but even legendary warriors were vulnerable before this one who had ignited the embers of fire.

At least these legendary warriors, under the rules of this world, cannot casually unleash supersonic sword strikes, but this one here can strike at supersonic speed with every move.

From the outside, the Farron knight who rushed in looked like a high-speed steel storm, accompanied by burning flames.

In a mere fraction of a second, the warriors and guards who came to stop them were either lying on the ground, torn to pieces, or were sent flying, barely alive. At that moment, the mage god Arzus, leaning on his staff, stared in fear as he saw the Farran knight with his single, blood-red eye approach him.

The saint attempted to retaliate, but instead received a horizontal slash. With a clang, Azus's staff was severed, and the weary saint staggered and collapsed to the ground. Then, a dagger plunged into his throat, taking his last remaining life.

The protective barrier used to block the Farron Knights disappeared, and the remaining Farron Knights, one by one, stepped in, wielding greatswords and daggers, coldly and mercilessly watching the voters who were still struggling in their death throes—swords raised.

The history of Silvermoon City came to an end on this day.

The fall of the palace marked the end of Silvermoon City's rule. Elsewhere in the city, near the temple, giants wielding swords and bizarre treants crushed the remaining obstacles.

Everything in Silvermoon City has come to an end, but for this world, it is only the beginning.

The next day, after the light dispelled the darkness, all that remained on the north bank of the Ruewen River were the ruins of a city. No one had escaped that night.

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The fall of another deity has undoubtedly added another wave of turmoil to this increasingly numb world. Powerful figures, suffocated by the oppressive power of the churches, seized this opportunity to transform themselves into con artists. A large group of naive and simple farmers, once again wielding pitchforks and hoes, excitedly rushed towards the priests who had lost their divine powers, embarking on a boisterous land redistribution campaign.

But for the spellcasters of the prime material world, whether the goddess of magic lived or died was irrelevant; what they cared about was the state of the magic network. Just as these spellcasters were living in constant fear, the chaotic magic network suddenly stabilized.

Then, to the astonishment of all the spellcasters, the magic network not only did not collapse again with the death of the goddess of magic, but the spell slot mechanism at its core was gone.

Congratulations to all mages and warlocks! From now on, you no longer need to worry about spell slot allocation, nor do you need to memorize textbooks every day. The spell slot system on the magic network is now obsolete, replaced by the era of mana-based mages!

—Except for priests who use divine magic.

After some mages adapted to the new rules and struggled with the new spellcasting mechanics for a while, they suddenly realized that the priests seemed to be in deep trouble. So, while the naive and simple-minded farmers were tearing down the temple gates and dragging them back to use as firewood, the mages, now realizing what was happening, turned on the priests with envy once again.

While doing what almost every mage wants to do, he gave the middle finger to the statue representing the gods in the temple and then smashed it to pieces. Afterward, he began looting the various magical items stored in the temple that the naive and simple farmers had ignored because they didn't recognize their value.

From this day forward, the so-called glory of most gods will become a complete joke.

In particular, many people suddenly realized that God seemed to be no different from them, and could die just like mortals. And those priests who served God were not important figures either, and could be killed by pitchforks and straw just like them.

Since we all have such worthless lives, why should I believe in you?!

Meanwhile, for the Saints who had already descended, the Prime Material World was becoming increasingly dangerous. No sooner had Orluel fallen than some of his comrades perished in Silvermoon City, buried alongside it. This series of events left these Saints utterly bewildered.

However, they were soon horrified once again.

One of them, the noble goddess, has been found.

Led by Amannata, Ilmat, and Hall, the men were united in their preparations to chop people up.

664. Even nobles eventually die.

Sheenworth, a noble goddess, is one of the lesser divine powers.

Alternately known as "Divine Authority (Scum)," she is one of the most representative examples of scum among scum when it comes to combat power. Her divine positions are also of low quality, primarily those of nobility, orthodoxy, and human royalty.

Logically speaking, given that this divine position represents a descendant of the ruling class of a civilization, no matter how useless this person is, they shouldn't just possess a weak divine power that's like a joke, especially not the weakest part of it.

However, the truth is that in a world where there is no concept of centralized power, and a society where there is no unified and complete empire, the fact that this noble goddess has not yet fallen is already remarkable.

But no matter how wide this bitch's social circle was, she couldn't escape the purge from above. When the Pantheon was besieged by monkeys, because her strength was utterly worthless, and her faith network was severed, this noble goddess was left with only two choices.

One option was to remain in the divine realm and await death, while the other was to transform into a saint and flee to the material world to save their lives. As can be seen from their subsequent actions, every weak and lesser divine being faced with this problem fled without hesitation.

Although the material world isn't safe right now, at least there's a chance to survive. All we need to do is avoid being bothered by greedy, ambitious people or those who want to oppose God.

Unfortunately, this illusion was quickly shattered by harsh reality.

After Euryl was killed by a single sword strike, the gods who had descended in the guise of saints finally came to their senses and remembered that there seemed to be monsters in the material world that specifically hunted gods.

Subsequently, the goddess of magic fell, and Silvermoon City in the North, which belonged to her traditional sphere of influence, was reduced to ruins. Several saints who descended upon Silvermoon City were also buried along with the city.

From this perspective, the material world is not safe at all!

Next, the whereabouts of this weak and pathetic noble goddess were discovered.

This deity, representing the ruling class of nobility in human society, has been hiding ever since he fell to the material world. More than anything, he has been avoiding his followers—the nobles themselves.

But no matter how well she hid, it was useless; her tracks would eventually be exposed, especially since there were quite a few people who wanted to take advantage of her. Not only was the vast noble class eyeing this former protector, but other forces were as well.

Although there were loyal followers, the goddess's whereabouts were eventually revealed due to a slip-up.

Thus began a battle to slay a god. Unfortunately, almost everyone initially underestimated the fighting power of this being, who was considered to be at the bottom of the divine power hierarchy. Perhaps, they had taken the gap between gods and mortals for granted.

Seeing her tracks exposed, the noble goddess Shinworth, wielding her divine weapon, the Noble Royal Authority—a light, hard-headed hammer—slaughtered her way through the encirclement, leaving a trail of blood. She even went so far as to kill a fraudulent legendary figure.

Although the one who was defeated was just a subpar version of a legend, she was still a legend, wasn't she? As a result, many people were taken aback by this goddess's fighting prowess, and their initial impression of her as just a pretty face softened slightly.

But before the masterminds behind the scenes who were eyeing the noble goddess Shinworth could launch a second wave of attacks, the goddess who had broken through the encirclement was unlucky enough to run into the main fighting force of the 'Third International' who had received the news and rushed over.

These so-called 'Third Internationals' were established by Amannata, Yılmata, and Hall's followers in the Material World. So, by now, you should all understand what they're for, right?

Next is—

"For the new era, for the dawn of civilization, you old hag of feudal landlord classism, die a thousand years and eat my [Crimson Dawn]!" —by Amannata's little brother.

"The seas are churning, the clouds are raging, the five continents are shaking, the winds are howling, overthrow feudal landlordism, liberate the whole world." —by Hall's subordinate wielding [Crimson Thunder].

"Killing is for the sake of protecting life, cutting off karma is not killing people... Hey! Don't go over there, benefactor. This humble monk sees that your fate is exhausted and you are destined to enter a calamity. Why don't you quickly put down your butcher's knife and let this humble monk perform a ritual for you and recite a (physical) rebirth mantra!" —by several martial monks who use military-style killing fists.

So, in the blink of an eye, the noble goddess Shinworth was completely stunned. Amannata's henchman's [Crimson Dawn] sword aura directly blocked the goddess's path. Then, before Shinworth could react, [Crimson Lightning] struck her, electrocuting her and turning her hair into an afro.

Just as the goddess screamed and was about to smash the skulls of these roadblocks with her light, hard-headed hammer, the martial monk, who had grasped the true essence of the military killing fist, unleashed a fist carrying a golden-red light.

These enlightened monks, although they have not yet attained enlightenment and realized the brilliance of nuclear peace, already possess some or two of these abilities.

Facing the divine weapon unleashed by a saint, a resolute-faced, muscular, steel-like monk suddenly stepped forward. He brought his hand to his waist, then unleashed a powerful military-style killing fist—the Tranquil Thunder Cannon.

The punch slammed heavily onto the light, hard-headed hammer, containing a force far beyond what the noble goddess Shinworth had imagined. Caught off guard, the divine weapon in her hand was sent flying by the murderous aura of the enlightened monk.

Although this master exhausted all his strength and temporarily lost his ability to fight after using his physical body to withstand the divine weapon and even knocked it away, it doesn't matter. This master did not come alone; he had junior brothers and senior brothers with the same style as him by his side.

Then came the tank-like explosive punches and fighter jet-like bombardments unleashed by the master's junior brothers, raining down on the noble goddess, Shinworth. This ruthless approach once again left Shinworth completely bewildered. Caught off guard, the bitch was relentlessly punched in the face by the two masters, spitting blood as she flew backward.

Although she was humiliated, as a god, especially the goddess of this world (the bitch), Shinworth's skin was exceptionally thick. Judging from the first round of attacks, at most she would only suffer a minor scratch.

This is only possible because he is a saint. Otherwise, if those two punches had been delivered to a fully grown red dragon, it would have been beaten to the point of internal bleeding and collapsing.

After being slapped in the face, the saint regained her senses and, in a fit of rage, recalled her light, hard-headed hammer, intending to slaughter all the mortals who dared to slap her and then imprison their souls to torment them forever.

But she was overthinking it.

At that moment, Amannata's henchmen and Hall's subordinates joined forces, and the combination of [Crimson Dawn] and [Crimson Thunder] created [Crimson Radiance - Materialism Halo], which directly stripped away all her divine power and supernatural abilities.

Ultimately, after being subjected to an endless aerial combo and being thrown, Shinworth was defeated.

665. A Chaotic World

Time flows on, and it does not change according to anyone's will.

In this multiverse of time, only the Time Dragon and Feani are known to be able to roam freely. Unfortunately, the events currently unfolding in this world are extremely unfavorable to these legendary time-traveling beings.

Feani, the once incredibly powerful alpaca, is now just a mirage. Those who didn't run away have practically become lamb chops, served on Ciel's table—well, some of the lamb chops were sent out by Ciel via the all-powerful bubble network, as a bribe to Nyaruko.

According to the adorable silver-haired animal afterward, the grilled lamb chops with ghost peppers tasted amazing. The other foodies among the evil gods also chimed in, saying that the quality of the ingredients is crucial for delicious lamb chops.

Well, rumors are circulating that some evil gods, led by Nyarlathotep, have traveled to a world called the Spirit of Aphrodisiacs to kidnap its chefs. They're also planning a project called the Feani Artificial Breeding Project, targeting Feani in other parallel worldlines—well! This multiverse is about to experience a 'brand new' invasion. Hopefully, these lunatics will hold back a bit while carrying out their so-called Feani artificial breeding project.

Incidentally, because those Time Dragons were so sensible and quick to run away, unless it was a bubble that was constantly bored and waiting, other lunatics really might not be able to catch these slippery lizards. So, until all the evil gods lost interest in this world, these guys didn't have the misfortune of becoming Devil Pepper Roasted Time Dragons.