He knew that destroying a Divine would no doubt violate the order constructed by Shan'en.
But the mountain and craftsman God had no other choice.
He could not destroy the war, or his only son was destined to die in it.
"Let me fall as Slaier did..."
Hiris murmured to himself,
"Before that,
I must destroy the war."
Because the war was going to kill his son.
Hiris, at this moment, was not any mountain and craftsman deity, but the father of Shanon.
The Divine Hammer in his hand once again grew larger.
He stared directly at the God of War, knowing he could not delay any longer.
The heroism of the warriors on the battlefield gradually turned into the God of War's armor, boots, shield, and weapons.
The War God grew stronger and stronger, just like the ceaseless wars on earth.
In his hands, a giant sword gradually materialized, its body crimson with the blood spilled by heroes on the battlefield.
