Monsters: Evolving from Titans to Ancient Gods.

The God of War infused his weapon with immense power, unleashing an unparalleled force that tore Mara's body apart, sending him flying through the starry sky.

But at the same moment, the karmic retribution of the vengeful authority revealed its due power, and the God of War's imposing body also showed equally astonishing injuries, his divinity and elixir dissipated, and long-lost pain surged up.

"Hahaha... As expected, you are the one who can bring me defeat!" The wounded God of War was not angry but happy. He clearly felt that the power of revenge was returning the damage he had inflicted on Mara to him.

This means that every time you hit the other person, you will suffer the same amount of damage.

As the God of War laughed wildly, his gaze toward Mara grew increasingly fervent, which puzzled Mara, who felt that this guy was a madman.

He used the power of life to repair himself, and the God of War's power was only slightly greater than his own, not yet to the point of completely suppressing his power.

After the repairs were completed, Mara launched another attack. His spear extended like his arm, traversing dimensions of time and space, leaping out from different points in time, transforming into a fierce storm that enveloped the god of war.

"Come!"

The God of War showed no fear, wielding his scythe with a skill far surpassing that of the Skywing race.

His scythe was like a fleeting meteor shower, or an endless tsunami, precisely slicing down each blow, restoring the original elven species to dissipate into the starry sky.

A fierce collision unfolded in the starry sky, and the spreading aftershocks caused the already shattered planet to collapse, turning into dust and dissipating into the starry sky, spreading with the ring-shaped impact.

Planet after planet was hit directly or indirectly in the battle, exploding silently like brilliant fireworks. The molten lava and the Earth's core were ejected and cooled, and the ruins of the devastated continents were thrown into deep space.

If Regin Levi's battle with the God of Forging was a contest between power and the power of time and space.

So the battle between Mara and the God of War was a double contest of strength and power. Their moves were straightforward and powerful, yet they unleashed a tremendous force far exceeding that of the Dragon King Reijin Levi and the God of Forging.

Sometimes they transform into beams of light, colliding and intersecting in the starry sky; other times they use their respective spacetime warp techniques to teleport, their battle taking place in every corner of the galaxy.

After witnessing the God of War once again construct a halo and unleash the technique known as Sky Strike, piercing through planets, Mara murmured, "Sky Strike..."

"If I remember correctly, your moves should require your minions to be activated together."

The God of War's hearty voice, still brimming with satisfaction, followed his attack, and he replied nonchalantly, "You mean God's Strike?"

Countless torrents of dark purple light shot out from behind Him, leaping and bounding through the depths of space towards Mara, filling every inch of the surrounding area.

"This is not a divine strike, and besides, launching a divine strike does not necessarily require them to do so."

"But speaking of them..."

The God of War witnessed Mara shatter the sky with his spear, then suddenly vanish into the dimension of time and space, appearing before him in an instant, his sharp spear blade slashing down.

The God of War used a spatial teleportation technique called Sky Shift, but the sharp spear still managed to cut off several of his wings, leaving them lying across the starry sky.

But He didn't care. He turned around and leaped out of the alternate dimension, wielding his scythe to clash with Mara once more, like a silent film played out on a fast-forwarded scale in the cold universe.

At that moment, the God of War met Mara's gaze and uttered the unfinished words.

"If you die, I will not let the race called humanity perish. On the contrary, if I die, you will let the Skywing race live, how about that?"

Mara moved swiftly amidst the flashing swords and clearly caught the words of the God of War, though he hadn't expected that the God of War had even considered the escape route for the Skywing race.

But He also approved of the proposal.

Regardless, the God of War had given orders to help humanity, and the ones who carried them out were the Skywing race itself.

The conversation reached a consensus, and the two separated again, standing at opposite ends of the starry sky, seeing the same thought in each other's eyes: the final blow to decide the outcome.

Mara channeled the power of vengeance, causing it to swirl within his spear like the sun, shining brightly like a true star, releasing endless light and heat.

Opposite Him, the God of War gazed at Mara, the wings behind him shimmering with elven energy, converging into a magnificent, celestial-like, complex geometric halo.

His triumphant voice echoed through the starry sky: "No matter what, I will remember you."

"Mara, my greatest enemy in this life!"

Dark purple spirits gathered, outlining a black sphere of light resembling a celestial body, with wisps of lightning swirling around it, its immense power making the starry sky tremble as if it were about to collapse.

On the opposite side of the sphere of light, another sun rose, shining brightly, as if a second star had appeared.

The two, separated by vast astronomical distances, collided and intertwined in an instant, then exploded without warning, filling the galaxy with ethereal energy and radiating light that obscured everything.

Mara and the God of War were both engulfed by the explosion, the destructive energy corroding their bodies. Even the divine beings were rapidly collapsing under such destruction.

The devastation nearly killed Mara in an instant, but the power of life quickly restored him, allowing him to survive the attack.

"... "

On the other side, however, Artesius lacked this ability. He not only withstood the direct impact but also suffered the same damage as Mara, his body instantly dissolving and his very essence shattering.

When the starry sky returned to normal, the God of War's shattered body and the core of his divine essence emerged.

Mara slowly descended, holding his spear and gazing at the cracked marrow before him.

Even if the God of War survives, it will take a great deal of time to heal from this level of injury.

At this point, the outcome of the battle was self-evident: the strongest war god was ultimately defeated.

Even though no one in this world can surpass Him, the God of War was completely unable to withstand the combined onslaught of Mara's blow, which was second only to Him, and the strongest blow from which the power of vengeance was returned to Him.

"Is this... failure?" The cracked marrow spoke, without anger or sorrow, only with long-awaited satisfaction and relief.

"Yes."

Mara responded and then turned to leave, but the dying god of war stopped him.

He said,

Since Mara has obtained the Star Cup, he will be the strongest being, and the God of War, a god born with the concept of being the strongest, will have no reason to exist.

Mara remained silent upon hearing this, then nodded, gathering elven power on the spear blade and striking through the very essence of the body.

...

From the ground up, Azriel merged with the fantasy species Abantheim, a single horn sprouted from one side of her head, and her strength leaped forward, becoming comparable to that of a god.

She floated in the sky, indifferently watching the Dragon King and the divine beings, unleashing a massive spell that shattered the earth, scorching the land to the horizon, scattering the ruins of the devastated continent, and sending dust soaring into the stratosphere, where a raging storm scorched people's senses.

The Dragon King and the God of Forging also unleashed their full power, engaging in a fierce battle with Azriel in her fused form.

But the next second, Azriel froze, instinctively raising her head to gaze into the deep space of the universe, feeling an emptiness in her heart as if she had lost something important.

Not only her, but all the Skywing races who were fighting with other forces were the same, staring blankly up, realizing that their creator had disappeared.

At the same moment, a beam of light descended from the depths of space, piercing through the dark clouds like a majestic divine force, and piercing straight into the already crumbling earth, tearing apart the Elf Corridor.

In an instant, countless spirits burst forth from the cracks in the earth's surface, surging like a cosmic storm, annihilating all nearby matter, and revealing an irregular polyhedron.

"Star Cup..."

The Dragon King and the God of Forging instinctively turned their gazes away, the meaning in their eyes self-evident. But just as the two abandoned their opponent and rushed towards the Star Cup...

A massive hand, as large as a mountain, tore through the smoke and dust and the torrent of elves, reaching out from the void. Its five fingers spread out, extending across the scale of time and space, and grasped the Star Cup in its palm under the gaze of both.

In an instant, an invisible wave spread throughout the entire world and even the universe, proclaiming to every corner of the universe derived from the Star Cup that the One God was born.

Chapter 181 Promotion

In the center of the desolate battlefield, a torrent of scattered spirits, like a cosmic storm, was abruptly severed by a gigantic hand in full view of everyone, which then grasped the Star Cup in its palm.

In an instant, the storm subsided, and the figure of God appeared. The once desolate world rapidly transformed around Him, from a ruined battlefield into a lush and verdant landscape, a world teeming with life.

The omnipotent authority originating from the Star Grail transformed Mara into a higher being, his form expanding infinitely, enough to overlook the entire universe derived from the Star Grail.

Wherever His gaze falls, the dark stars are illuminated, and planets break free from their lifeless orbits.

Life emerged on the barren planet, and in a single thought, billions of years passed, transforming it into a lush and verdant primitive world. Countless different species raised their heads to gaze at the starry sky, taking the first step in the process of civilization.

A gentle breeze caressed the sea of ​​grass, causing it to surge like waves. The massive warship was half-submerged in the emerald green ocean, and the raging flames had died down.

The survivor stood blankly in this world that was always filled with the scent of grass, feeling the luxurious atmosphere even for forest elves. He fell silent, his weapon fell from his hand, and his eyes revealed a sense of bewilderment.

In the distance of the battlefield, several goblins sat helplessly on the grass in front of the broken steel wreckage, leaning against the warship and gazing at the new world.

The bright sunlight reflected in the sky, while the vast white clouds drifted by, casting shadows that obscured the sun. In the distance, the huge rings of neighboring planets were clearly visible.

The mechs, which were speeding toward this battlefield, stopped their movement. The command center looked up at the changed sky, and the internal processors processed a torrent of data, finally obtaining the answer.

In the center of the human settlement, people looked up in surprise and saw that the swaying dark clouds in the sky had dissipated and the sun was spreading across the entire earth, which puzzled them.

Bird calls that had disappeared since some unknown era have returned to the world, leaving many intelligent beings bewildered, with no idea what they are.

The god of forging stood at the edge of the forest, letting wild deer pass by him, gazing at the birds flying past him with a somewhat dazed look in his eyes.

"Birds... how long has it been since I last saw them?"

He sighed, finally letting go of his obsession since birth, and gradually accepted the fact.

At this moment, everyone knew that the Star Cup battle, which had lasted for tens of thousands of years, had come to an end.

The one and only God, Mara, was born and transformed the entire world with his omnipotent authority.

The desolate world of the past is gone, replaced by a vibrant one where there is no longer a need to fight against other races and seize the elusive Star Cup.

Regin Levi crouched on the grass, his dragon eyes reflecting the towering figure standing in the center of the world, the irregular, multifaceted crystal star cup slowly turning in his hand.

"He...really did it..."

Regin Levi was utterly incredulous that the God of Vengeance had actually defeated the strongest God of War, pierced His essence, and obtained the Star Cup.

The process was incredibly fast; before she could even react, Mara had already obtained the Star Cup and transformed the world and the universe into what He desired.

However, a hint of doubt flashed in Regin Levi's dragon eyes as he whispered, "I originally thought you would transform this world into a hell of fire and vengeance."

Under the watchful eyes of the people, Marana's majestic figure was clearly visible. He gently raised his hand and left behind the ironclad laws he had established for this world.

It is forbidden for forces of Dragon Spirit rank or higher to engage in combat on the planet's surface. All actions except wars necessary for survival are prohibited, as is all forms of slaughter.

Because humanity, under Mara's transformation, was no longer a powerless race, Mara did not transform this place into a world where the use of force was forbidden, as the god of games had done.

Mara surveyed the world without uttering a sound, yet this series of ironclad rules were inscribed in the minds of all intelligent beings.

In addition, reproductive barriers between different races were also erased, including... the Demon Race, the Fantasy Race, and... the Dragon Spirit Race.

At the same time, a new name for this world was etched into people's hearts—[Gensokyo].

Everything returned to calm, and Mara completely disappeared from everyone's sight, as if he had never existed.

At the very moment He vanished, the Skywings came to their senses and realized the passing of their Creator, but they could not accept it no matter what.

Their purpose was to help the Creator achieve victory in the war and to bestow the Star Cup upon the strongest God of War. But now that the God of War is dead, they have lost all meaning.

So the Skywings took their own actions, ending their own lives and choosing to accompany their Creator.

As the wave of self-destruction spread, Azriel, in her fused form, raised her hand and used her power—which was now indistinguishable from that of a god—to stop them from committing suicide.