Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 657 - 618: Raising the Unyielding Sword to the War God

Perfikot was not facing the Divine for the first time, nor was it her first encounter with the War God, but this time was a bit different.

She felt as if she had entered a giant arena, where an enormous Divine being reclined at one end. Its massive form even used the entire circular arena's outer wall as a backrest, draping one arm over the top of the wall, much like lounging on a long sofa.

Perfikot looked around and couldn't help but feel surprised at the sheer size of the arena.

This was a grand and imposing arena, resembling the famous Ancient Roman Colosseum, but the performance area she found herself in was absurdly large.

Just by estimating visually, Perfikot judged that it could fit two of her Lord's manors, and those with a front plaza.

This area was likely comparable to several soccer fields in the real world.

And around this, the spectator stands towered over thirty layers, making it look like a large stadium that could accommodate tens of thousands or even up to a hundred thousand spectators.

It was imaginable how noisy and lively it would be when the arena was filled with spectators.

But now the entire arena was eerily quiet, as if only Perfikot and the massive Divine remained.

Moreover, the arena, once majestic and magnificent, seemed desolate and dilapidated now. Not only was the architecture significantly damaged, but even the spectator stands had partly collapsed, as if something had violently destroyed them.

Even so, standing in the arena and looking at the marks of swords and blades beneath her feet, Perfikot could still feel the prosperity of the past and the blood and determination of the gladiators who fought here.

Yet, she remained indifferent to it, merely raising her head to gaze at the massive Divine, saying: "I didn't expect the former War God Arena to be so broken and desolate."

"Divines too decline and die. There's nothing in this world that's eternally invincible." The War God responded to Perfikot, his voice like clashing swords: "This place was attacked when the age of the gods was in decline. Not just me, but other Divines' divine realms were also breached by humans. Otherwise, why do you think the Divines left? They simply lost."

"Humans breached the divine realms of the Divines? It seems I've heard quite remarkable information." Perfikot showed an interested expression, clearly caring a lot about how humans in the mythic age breached the divine realms of the gods. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

But the War God didn't continue on this topic and instead spoke to Perfikot: "The giant beast you created is powerful, even the ancient Divines couldn't form a combat puppet from the blood flesh of ancient beasts. You're truly remarkable!

If it were the mythic age, I'm afraid the Divines would all strive to make you their Subordinate God to gain greater glory and more faith."

"If it were the mythic age, I would definitely be part of the coalition against the Divines. My wisdom only serves humanity itself, not a group of masters who treat humans like livestock." Perfikot's refusal was decisive. After all, facing a Divine, any wavering of words could lead to a wavering of will.

The War God sensed Perfikot's resolve and laughed heartily.

His arm pounded on the outer wall of the arena, much like an ordinary person patting a sofa when laughing.

The already somewhat ruined outer wall of the arena became even more damaged, but the War God simply waved his hand and repaired that section.

Noticing this, Perfikot raised an eyebrow, speculating that the arena's dilapidated state wasn't because the War God didn't want to fix it, but because he couldn't.

And the reason for such a result, Perfikot had a bit of a guess, but she hadn't figured out some parts yet.

But before she could think more, the War God bent down, brought his massive head closer, and continued: "I'm increasingly impressed by you, young girl! The strong only wield their swords against the stronger, while the weak only wield theirs against the weaker.

Your will is filled with the determination to challenge the Divines, which is wonderful, truly wonderful! Even in the godly era, your will alone would gain my favor and make you a new Divine."

"Thank you, but no thanks. I have no interest in becoming a Divine." Perfikot once again flatly refused.

But the War God wasn't annoyed by Perfikot's attitude, simply smiling and saying: "You are angry that we see humans as livestock, because you are human.

But when the Divine identity becomes akin to the aristocratic status among you humans, what's the difference between you and us?

Aren't you also a privileged one enjoying everything you have by exploiting others? What's the difference between you and me?"

Solely from the perspective of exploitation, there isn't much difference between Divines and aristocrats, as both are exploiters. The only difference lies in what and how they exploit.

If it were someone else, they might not be able to refute these words, but for Perfikot, it was just meaningless sophistry.

She immediately responded: "It's true that aristocrats are exploiters, but at least they still see themselves as part of humanity, and those people we exploit are still our sacred and inviolable property!