The thick sea fog enveloped the entire sky, as if a giant lid had been placed on the boundless Pirates sea, like a cold beast cage where escape was impossible.

Beneath the sea fog.

Amidst a mass of sweet, pink, ambiguous mist, a group of nude, stunning beauties sang and danced lightly. Their powder-white, silky bodies flickered in and out of view, like a pink paradise of ecstasy.

Being in this place made one's bones gradually soften.

This was the [Mythical Form] of the "God of Lust" Asmodeus from the [Supreme Four Pillars].

Of course, due to [Authority], it would transform into different forms depending on the race, most often the most perfect of the opposite sex.

Opposite Him was also a conglomeration of certain limbs, but it gave a completely opposite negative visual impact.

A massive amorphous entity composed of pale arms exuding a nauseating, horrifying odor from the combination of embalming fluids and mild decay of a corpse.

This was the "Funeral God," "Corpse Preserver" Sinotoglis.

Crackle....

The divine limbs representing each of their [Authority] continuously clashed, producing sticky, eerie noises.

Beside them, the "Destruction God" Aini, "Necromancer Monarch" Samikina, and "Wilderness God" Kathy Morale were likewise fiercely fighting their opponents.

Boom!

Awooo—!

The demigod-level surges of power were blocked by the "Mist Barrier," but various creatures dwelling in the sea were being exterminated on a large scale due to this great war.

On the other hand, Pyrmont of the [Supreme Four Pillars] also maintained a [Mythical Form] with demon horns clad in scale armor.

Behind, four black wings blocked out the sky, keeping Him well protected as He coldly observed the "Mother of Sea Monsters" Echet, whom He had met a few times before.

The latter, however, surrounded but did not attack Him, casually explaining:

"His Majesty Pyrmont, you know we once had a contract, and in the past few years, we've collaborated very pleasantly, so we definitely won't attack you.

Moreover, your talent in scientific research is highly esteemed by the Main God, and the spread of democratic Radiance also depends on your power.

Please stay calm, once we accomplish the task assigned by the Main God, we will naturally let you go. Or perhaps, you don't have any sympathy for these so-called kindred, do you? Hehe..."

"Hmph!"

Although unclear of these Evil Gods' plans, as a "God of Deceit," Pyrmont sensed a thick conspiracy amidst it all.

Previously, as the battle for the "Spiritual Origin" in the Secret Realm turned white-hot, some weaker Demon Gods gradually exited the realm.

To Them, venting fury on innocent mortal cities was a very typical practice.

But before They could act, a black and red letter bearing Their names appeared before Them, with mottled words resembling rust, exuding a somber, murderous aura of iron blood.

When these Demon Gods realized what it was, They were already forcibly pulled beneath the dome of the "Mist Sea."

Every Demon God received a "battle letter" from the [Authority: War of Injustice] of the "God of Black Wings" — [War Shackles]!

The moment They returned to the Material World and saw that "battle letter," They were marked by [Authority].

As long as their power level was below demigod level, They would be forcibly dragged into the battlefield, unable to exit until a victory was finally determined.

Those Demon Gods who exited one after another were already individually defeated by the waiting Evil Gods and Ancient Gods, adorned with heavy shackles made from [Black Tin].

Looking back, there were nearly thirty here already.

Now, only these five strongest Demon Gods thrust out at the same time were left, doggedly resisting.

Yet, under the siege of a group of demigods in full swing, having gained some benefits from the "Spiritual Origin" wasn't enough compared to the prime of the Demon Gods, they seemed unlikely to hold out much longer.

And there were six demigods participating in this hunt.

The "Funeral God" Sinotoglis, "Cold Monarch" Mordician, "Just Angel" Aihote, "Mother of Sea Monsters" Echet, "Thousand-Faced Moon" Kohol.

Plus, always lurking underwater, providing home field support for Them, was the "Master of the Mist Sea" Loygor.

The vast power gap left the Demon Gods despairing.

Even if they intended to unite to break this cage, the constant interference from the Evil Gods left them with no opportunity.

Indeed, if not for the Evil Gods fearing they might get pricked by the "thorns" on the prey while completing the capture, They might not have lasted until now.

"Hope you'll adhere to the contract witnessed by a great Spirit Realm Lord."

"Naturally."

Echet gave Pyrmont a charming smile, starkly different from their previous knock-down, drag-out style.

The cautious and wary nature of these Evil Gods and Ancient Gods was evident from their actions.

Even though the "God of Black Wings" has already gathered the strongest demigod forces in the Material World, They had no intention of acting ostentatiously.

In the past, as well as in the present with many Angels descending, They were clearly at a disadvantage, not to mention the high above True Gods in the Celestial Realm.

Furthermore, every member of this Evil God group knew well that to accomplish their plan, their enemies would be the whole world, and one misstep would lead to eternal damnation.

Only by completing that plan step by step could they completely reverse the comparison of combat power, then... let the world turn in the direction they expected.

A moment's forbearance is merely for the future recklessness!

The four Demon Gods in the battle zone are nearing the end of their strength.

The "Mother of Sea Monsters" Echet, who hadn't yet entered the battle, suddenly felt a stir in her heart and glanced toward the direction of the land Secret Realm:

"Oh? Our mysterious Lucky One has also appeared, but unfortunately we don't know his name, making it impossible to send him a battle invitation.

But, it doesn't matter at all..."

She directly raised her right hand, and the gloomy sky above responded, instantly forming a giant hand composed of hurricanes and dark clouds, which then brazenly grabbed down.

Boom——!

Among the two Goddesses ruling the Black Sea.

The "Sea Witch" Hipponeo rules the Black Sea itself, with raging waves and torrents as her embodiment.

Whereas the "Mother of Sea Monsters" Echet rules the extensions of the Black Sea, possessing the power to manipulate destructive weather phenomena and transform all sea creatures into Sea Monsters.

Focused on the hunting task and entrenched within the "War Shackles," the Demi-God level battle made it impossible for the Evil Gods to notice the commotion when Aiven broke through in the Northern New Continent.

The image of the "God of All Things Fertile" in the minds of normal creatures would certainly not appear in the hearts of a group of Demi-Gods.

Moreover, being experienced deities, they knew very well that even if one acquired enough divine resources to become a god, stepping directly into the ranks of Demi-Gods was not so easy.

Resources, rituals, followers, corresponding rules, understanding of related divine positions, mysterious knowledge about gods... all are indispensable.

Even if this Lucky One received "Spiritual Origin," in a short time he would be nothing more than a powerful "Divine Creature."

At the moment of sudden attack.

Aiven's "Eye of Profound Wisdom" had already penetrated the fog created by the "Master of the Mist Sea," clearly revealing everything on the distant sea.

"Well, how novel, an Evil God actually caught a bunch of Demon Gods??"

No question about it, whatever the enemy supports, we firmly oppose.

No matter what they intend to do with these Demon Gods, whose powers are at a low ebb and have not recovered, we absolutely cannot let them succeed!

Besides, Aiven just advanced to Tier 5, and he's experiencing extreme pride.

One word... do it!

The power within the "Projection" body instantly enhanced, as Aiven's true self had quietly descended, merging the two forces into one.

Aiven Galliot's majestic presence was revealed, dressed in a black military uniform, with a saber hanging from his waist.

Looking at the massive storm hand already pressing down overhead, Aiven calmly snapped his fingers.

Snap—!

Everything within a hundred-kilometer radius was completely under his control.

Now he is no longer the "Usurper" of before, with the authority of the "Heaven and Earth are One" granted by World Consciousness, he is the rightful ruler of the established territory.

Woo woo woo....

Accompanied by fierce winds, from the dim sky, two additional giant storm hands that were by no means inferior to the previous ones suddenly emerged.

Caught unprepared, they shattered the previous one into fragmented hurricanes, then firmly grasped the dark clouds, tearing the sky ruthlessly.

With shoulders crackling with electricity and an amorphous head composed of thunderbolts and whirlwinds... that was a towering Storm Giant Spirit.

And a single colossal Storm Giant Spirit was far from the limit.

As Aiven leisurely walked towards the ocean in mid-air.

Roar—!

The Storm, Tide, Lava, and Dust four Elemental Giant Spirits, representing wind, water, fire, and earth, respectively, appeared behind him, each towering, as if loyal guards surrounding the Ancient Divine King.

Authority: Titan Banquet

Whether strong or not, it's beside the point. Our motto has always been: swagger like the wind, forever with me!

With just one step forward, under the incredulous gaze of the "Mother of Sea Monsters," he arrived above the dome of the Mist Sea.

"Let the feast begin!"

With a sound that seemed to resonate deep within the world, the four Elemental Giant Spirits raised their hands simultaneously, their corresponding rules stirring violently.

The basic magic elements of earth, wind, water, and fire forming the world gradually boiled, as if chaos descended, re-forging earth, wind, water, and fire, reverting everything to its origin.

Boom——!!!

The next second, whether the gloomy sky above or the gray dome below, a crack dozens of kilometers wide was suddenly torn open.

For the first time in millennia, the Mist Sea was exposed to sunlight.

In the bright beams, Aiven's tall figure descended slowly.

Although he appears notably young, he seems more majestic than all present Evil Gods, Ancient Gods, and Demon Gods...

"It's... you?!"