Only God-Chapter 548 - 472: Great Angel’s Battle (Added 2 in 1)

The battle was imminent.

Schiller spread his Six Wings wide, countless flowing lights folded and leapt forth, instantly transforming into a dense and massive rain of arrows, launching the first attack against the three Divine Beings.

The overwhelming flow of light momentarily darkened the sky, the previously clear firmament now filled with tumultuous brilliance, a spectacle that even the Gods couldn’t help but marvel at.

The brutal rain of light arrows descended, yet the three Divine Beings did not evade. God of Victory, Laiendos, raised the Sword of Victory in his hand, and in an instant, an invisible aura of victory spread around them. This aura spiraled into a whirlwind, enveloping the three Gods within it. The incoming rain of arrows, before even touching the Divine Beings, were deflected and fell into the sea.

God of Victory, Laiendos, wielded the mighty power of "Victory," and his Sword of Victory, forged by Hiris, the God of Mountains and Craftsmanship, was imbued with Laiendos’s Original Divine Power. It was said that as long as one possessed this Divine Artifact, they could win any battle.

Moreover, followers of the God of Victory often formed mercenary groups under the influence of Laiendos’s mighty power, gaining fame across the land as invincible warriors.

Schiller, observing how the sword had deflected the Angel Grace’s rain of light arrows, understood that the Sword of Victory was not merely famous for its power.

It was a weapon tied to the laws of cause and effect, operating on the principle of "reaping what you sow"—possession of the sword guaranteed victory.

"The Sword of Victory, truly lives up to its reputation,"

muttered Schiller.

God of Victory, Laiendos, was undoubtedly the one closest to being of the Fifth Rank among the Fourth Rank Divine Beings.

However, the strength of the Sword of Victory did not mean that he was doomed to lose in this battle.

In fact, thousands of years ago, during a civil war among the Gods, Laiendos had been slain by Dragon God Endora.

The reason was that the sudden attack by Dragon God Endora caught Laiendos off guard, causing him to drop the Sword of Victory to the ground.

This meant that whoever held the Sword of Victory was invincible, unless the Sword of Victory left his hand.

Just as Schiller’s rain of light arrows had faded, Earth God Lorri initiated the first offensive.

Lorri pressed both hands downward, and suddenly a huge tidal wave surged from the ocean, beneath which lay majestic underwater mountains.

With a blink, Lorri reached the base of the underwater mountain; as the curtain of the sea gradually withdrew, the Earth God tore the mountain’s base apart with his bare hands and lifted it. Such immense Divine Power.

The entire underwater mountain was grasped in Lorri’s hands, its peak aimed at Schiller in mid-air. Lorri unleashed a earth-shattering roar, hurling the mountain like a spear.

The colossal mountain obscured half of the sky. Schiller felt as if the earth itself was moving, recklessly colliding towards him, its immense force nearly tearing the heavens apart.

Although the attack was massive, it was extremely cumbersome. Schiller walked on light, and in the blink of an eye, his figure disappeared from the spot. The undersea mountain lunged in vain, falling into the sea like a meteorite, stirring up a huge tsunami, causing tens of thousands of fish to scatter, with dense mist filling the air.

In an instant, Schiller’s figure swept past the Earth God Lorri, heading straight for Laiendos, who held the Sword of Victory.

Schiller turned light into a blade, a streak of flowing light flashed through the air, and all one could see was a thin, fleeting line. Yet, in front of the God of Victory Laiendos, it almost overwhelmed his vision with a curtain of light.

At that moment, the Storm God took action. In His hands appeared a crystalline clear spear, the Storm Spear, also forged by Hiris, endowed with the power to dominate the storms in the sky. With a gentle wave, a small storm immediately exploded between Laiendos and Schiller, engulfing the curtain of light and causing it to vanish without a trace in the blink of an eye.

When the strike failed, as Schiller prepared for another blow, the Storm God Utus acted again. A thunderclap resounded, and Utus gripped the Storm Spear in both hands, thrusting it towards Schiller. The booming sound of the storm tore at the surrounding space, blurring the vision into chaos.

Schiller began to retreat, but the fierce winds tangled his wings for a moment, hindering his flying direction. Schiller tried to walk on light, but within the storm, everything was chaos, with the intermittent light continuously distorting and disrupting his direction.

Meanwhile, Utus marched forward more aggressively, delivering continuous thrusts of the Storm Spear directly at Schiller, straightforward without much finesse but increasingly intense with whirling storm vortexes.

The mighty winds surged with the spear, causing a symphony of explosions in all directions. The seawater rose against the wind, and the Storm Spear pursued Schiller’s body. If it struck, the wild wind would surely tear Schiller apart.

Schiller raised the Light Blade in his hand, striking with one slash. The Light Blade collided with the Storm Spear, causing a thunderclap as if from flat ground, with the heavens and earth shaking from the intensity.

The aftermath of the collision spread outward, suddenly dispersing the surrounding storm. Schiller broke free and transformed into flowing light, widening the distance between them, and taking several deep breaths.

"That was close..."

Schiller inwardly exclaimed.

From the previous storm, it was evident that the Gods were not merely complacent but were prepared for the battle.

The grace of the Angels relates to light, which comes from God, and God is light.

And the Storm God Utus utilized the properties of light, stirring up the storm during the previous battle, using the characteristics of tornados to scatter and deflect the light.

As the Great Angel pondered, the three Gods acted again.

The Earth God Lorri once again exerted the mighty power of the earth, with the sea level beneath their feet rising slowly by meters. Schiller looked up and noticed the entire seabed mantle continuously ascending.

Then, the Storm God Utus also acted simultaneously. He raised the Storm Spear high, and the sky immediately darkened. Thick dark clouds enveloped hundreds of miles, pressing down steadily, getting closer to the sea level.

This scene inevitably reminded one of the chaotic vista before heaven and earth were formed.

Schiller instantly understood what these three Divine beings aimed to do; they wanted to forge a massive cage here, trapping him to limit his movements.

The Great Angel would not let the three Divines succeed; with a flap of his Six Wings, he instantly charged towards the Earth God Lorri.

He held the Light Bow in his hands, continuously shooting Flowing Light Arrows at Lorri. Several arrows pierced through Lorri’s shell in an instant, but the latter remained silent, and the sea level continued to rise.

Then, the aura of the Sword of Victory surged again, and the arrows, like before, were deflected. Schiller clenched his teeth, spread his Six Wings wide, and decided to first lock his gaze on the God of Victory, Laiendos.

Without seizing the Sword of Victory, the victory of the three Gods would be sealed.

Seeing Schiller approaching, Laiendos kept retreating, and the Storm God Utus continuously unleashed storms on Schiller’s flight path, but none could halt Schiller’s advance. Schiller clapped his hands together, and out of thin air, thousands of Light Chains appeared, rushing towards the God of Victory, Laiendos, like striking vipers. Despite most being deflected by the storms or the aura of victory, a few reached Laiendos.

In an instant, Schiller stepped onto the chains, closing the distance to Laiendos with unimaginable speed.

Laiendos’s pupils shrank.

Schiller, holding a Light Blade, swung at the hand of Laiendos that held the Sword of Victory.

A surge of radiant brilliance erupted. Laiendos instantly gathered the aura of victory and roared, his sword blade releasing a burst of wind that slightly diverted Schiller’s blade, colliding with the Sword of Victory.

In that moment, before Schiller could strike again, Utus’s storm followed close behind, a myriad of fierce winds lifting countless waves that crashed down heavily, scattering pure white feathers, muddled in the wild wind.

Schiller’s body was torn by the storm, while Laiendos seized the opportunity, not entangling with Schiller, but instead, he quickly retreated, increasing the distance between them.

The cooperation of the three Gods was brilliant; the God of Victory, who usually dominated the battlefield and secured countless victories, wasn’t showing off. He never swung the Sword of Victory at Schiller—not because he didn’t crave victory, but because he knew, tangling with Schiller might lead him to lose the Sword of Victory, especially as a Fourth Rank Divine.

Better to maintain a great distance from Schiller, constantly allowing his two companions to enjoy the enhancement of the victory aura.

Schiller had just freed himself from the storm when another storm swept in. The sea level kept rising, and the mantle beneath the sea never reached today’s height before. Surging seas turned into towering waves, continuously roaring towards the nearby lands.

The three Gods almost suppressed the Great Angel.

Inside the Golden Hall, the watching Gods cheered wildly at the scene.

Even though they had anticipated that one Great Angel could not withstand three Divines, the sight, when actually occurring before them, still made the Gods cheer jubilantly.

Anticipating victory and witnessing its arrival caused two very different emotions.

"Look, Gods, this era still belongs to us!"

"The Great Angel will fall, will fall!"

"From now on, the divine path will not be perceived by mortals, we are gaining everything we desire."

The cheers of the Gods echoed through the entire Golden Hall, causing this grand building to tremble slightly in the waves of sound.

The Dream God Laren was part of this uproar, cheering, roaring, mocking as if it wasn’t the three Gods fighting Schiller, but him.

"Schiller, you will ultimately pay for your arrogance!"

Laren stated vehemently:

"After you fall, I’d like to ask you if you still care about the wrath of the Gods!"

Dream God Laren seemed to embody the frenzied mood of the Gods at that moment. As his voice fell, countless Gods responded.

On the battlefield, as the dark clouds in the sky pressed lower and the sea level rose higher, everywhere was swamped in a thick darkness. Tsunamis surged repeatedly, and relentless storms seemed endless.

Schiller had lost sight of the God of Victory and had to shift his target. However, seeing the pressing sky and rising waters, everything limited his movements.

It was like the last stand, a cornered beast’s fight.

Everywhere you looked resembled the return of doomsday, the sky shattered, the earth annihilated.

Schiller stopped, hovering in mid-air, seemingly resigning himself to the relentless storms that bound him from all directions.

The triumphant Gods in the Golden Hall celebrated their impending victory while his three divine adversaries slowly closed in, and he could only accept the reality of his loss.

Schiller perked up his ears, as if hearing the Gods’ mockery, along with Sofia and the Angels’ concealed worries.

It seemed... not many believed in him.

But this was good...

The more you disbelieve, the more thunderstruck you will be by what you see next.

In Schiller’s hands, invisible characters faintly appeared.

The Great Angel slightly smiled,

And hissed, flickering his serpent’s tongue.

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