Extreme Cold Era: Shelter Don't Keep Waste-Chapter 867 - 96: The War God’s Invitation

"Perfikot Brandelis, the perfect person, I truly admire you." The War God's voice was like clashing swords and roaring thunder, akin to the collision of lightning, imbued more than ever with the essence called 'war'.

His voice echoed within the divine realm, as if every word carried the might of thousands of troops.

"Thank you for your admiration, but I believe you didn't summon me here just to say that." Perfikot, although deciding to maintain a somewhat open attitude to communication, showed little respect in her words for the War God.

Her tone was cold, even tinged with a hint of sarcasm, as if the figure before her was not a chief deity but an ordinary opponent.

This was undoubtedly intolerable for the subordinate gods and divine attendants present.

They finally couldn't restrain themselves, letting out violent cries, drawing their swords and other weapons, as if issuing a challenge to Perfikot.

In the audience, blades flashed amidst the shadows of swords, and roars surged; the entire divine realm seemed ignited in an instant.

Perfikot was indifferent to this; the more the enemy cared, the more it proved she was in the right.

Their exaggerated reactions only made Perfikot feel they were truly pathetic and pitiful.

Each one was stronger and had lived longer than she, some among them having been the mighty heroes of humanity.

Yet these subordinate gods and divine attendants had not a hint of self-identity; they were there merely as the backdrop to the conversation between Perfikot and the War God.

For when the War God lifted a hand, these individuals instantly fell silent and resumed their places.

Perfikot observed all this and couldn't help but shake her head, saying, "These creatures are truly pitiful. Do they have no self at all?"

Perfikot's words immediately stirred another commotion, but clearly, the War God's previous actions discouraged any from speaking further.

"No, they have a self, but they have dedicated themselves entirely to me." The War God simply explained, then revealed the reason he had invited Perfikot to the divine realm: "I assume you already know of the divine war the gods are about to wage against you. The elf, though not part of the gods' plan, indeed served as the messenger, and you've indeed prepared to respond."

The elf referred to by the War God was naturally Elric. Perfikot indeed learned from her about the new assault the gods intended to launch against humanity and built the Floating City in response to this news.

Yet at this moment, Perfikot merely sneered with disdain, "Mere echoers, what self could they have? Perhaps they can still think, but they can't even understand who they are anymore."

Pausing for a moment, Perfikot then scoffed at the War God: "So, did you summon me to deliver a final call for surrender? Or is it to make a so-called 'decapitating strike'? Whatever the case, I'll see it through to the end!

If you intend to carry out a 'decapitating strike', I may not survive, but half of these small fry here might perish. Do you think it's worthwhile?"

As Perfikot spoke, she activated Alchemy, altering the physical structure and components of the solid ground beneath her feet.

Her fingers trembled slightly, as if some force was quietly brewing.

In the face of Perfikot's little maneuvers, the War God exhibited no emotional fluctuation.

He merely leaned forward slightly, his gaze calm and profound, as if he had long seen through everything.

His voice was low and powerful, imbued with an undeniable majesty: "This land requires the presence of the divine to maintain the operation and balance of the laws, which is the foundation of the world and the essence of all existence."

"Maintaining the operation and balance of laws?" Perfikot sneered, the corner of her mouth curling in a mocking arc, her gaze as sharp as a blade, piercing straight into the War God: "Your so-called laws and balance, are but means to sustain your dominion over the world!

Humanity needs no divine to dictate what laws are, what balance is! We can establish order in our own way, and use our strength to protect this world."

The War God, undisturbed by her rebuttal, sighed gently, his tone carrying a trace of helplessness: "You misunderstand, what I speak of in maintaining the laws and balance is not for domination, but to uphold the foundational logic of this world's operation.

In terms you might understand, the divine are the stable anchoring points of this world, and our presence ensures the world's smooth functioning.

Once the gods are lost, the laws will also lose their stable anchors, plunging the world into chaos and collapse, eventually leading to its total destruction." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Perfikot frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flickering in her eyes.

Indeed, she had never heard this argument; not even the former God of Wisdom had mentioned this to her.

She was silent for a moment before looking up, her gaze probing and skeptical: "What if I kill you all and replace you with new gods? Even if gods must exist, they don't necessarily have to be you, do they?"

The War God remained calm, seemingly having anticipated her question.

He slightly turned, adopting a more relaxed sitting posture, his tone even carrying a slight appreciation: "That may be so, but does humanity truly possess the capability to complete the monumental task of slaying all the divine?

Even under your leadership, humanity might wield Godslayer's power, but this war will undoubtedly extract a grievous price from humanity.

Have you considered that if humanity and the divine could collaborate to jointly uphold this world's laws and balance, perhaps this world could become better?"

"Collaborate?" Perfikot sneered at the War God's proposal, her tone still full of disdain: "Your so-called collaboration, is merely making humanity into your vassals!

We need no such 'collaboration'; we seek freedom—true freedom! Humanity will never again be the cattle enslaved by the gods!"

The War God's gaze slightly tightened, a complicated emotion flashing in his eyes.

He slowly stood up, his imposing figure casting a shadow across the divine realm, the surrounding air seeming to turn heavy along with it.

His voice was deep and slow, carrying an irresistible force: "If that's the case, let us see whether humanity's will can truly replace the responsibilities of the divine!

The Divine War is about to commence, Perfikot Brandelis, I hope you won't regret today's decision."

Perfikot did not flinch, meeting the War God's gaze with a fire of determination burning in her eyes.

Her voice was clear and strong, seemingly declaring an unshakeable belief: "Regret is not in my nature! If the divine war is inevitable, then let it come all the fiercer!

Humanity will never bow to the rule of any divine! With our own hands, we will forge a future that belongs to us."