After dealing with the followers of the Golden Nation, Truman arrived at the Ancient Gods' battlefield to observe the fight.
The battle between these Ancient Gods had reached an extremely abstract level—more than just a clash of authorities, it was a contest of various strategic applications.
Regarding the authority of "Fooling," the effects varied depending on the target being deceived.
Such a conceptual authority was incredibly mysterious—even capable of performing an operation akin to launching a supernova at close range.
"So this is the power of the gods..." Truman murmured, witnessing the battle alongside Medici, Leodoro, and others. None dared to get too close; they could only watch from the outer perimeter.
However, their faction had already been causing chaos. Below the battlefield of the Ancient Gods, angels were still engaged in brutal combat.
In fact, named angels and subordinate gods had gathered in large numbers. This was possibly the most terrifying war in centuries.
Medici and Leodoro were visibly excited, eager to jump into battle, but Sasrir held them back firmly.
Yes, Sasrir was here as well—despite being the very spark that ignited this war, he still dared to show himself?
"The Ancient Gods cannot find the Blasphemy Slab. The Demon Wolf initiated the divine war first, dragging all the Ancient Gods into the quagmire of battle," Sasrir murmured.
"Is this a prophecy?" Truman's heart skipped a beat—Sasrir resembled a playwright scripting reality itself.
"No, this will be history." Sasrir did not look at Truman. He simply declared it solemnly.
History... With that, the Blasphemy Slab and the war's initial cause no longer mattered.
He fixed his gaze on the battlefield, seemingly waiting for the perfect moment to act. Or perhaps he was merely "the eyes," while the one to truly act would be the Ancient Sun God, seated high within his divine kingdom.
As Truman had expected, the Ancient Sun God had stopped responding to prayers. He now stood silently at the church's entrance, using Sasrir as his "eyes" to observe the battlefield from afar.
His state was peculiar. A blazing yet illusory sun hovered above his head, while behind him stretched a faintly discernible shadowy curtain. In his hands was the Blasphemy Slab.
At a certain moment, his gaze turned ethereal, and a vast sea—seemingly containing all colors and all secrets—surfaced around him.
"I am one, and I am all. I am the Creator, the God of all gods."
He chanted softly. The illusory sea of chaos roared, stirring up an incomprehensible tsunami.
The waves embraced him, transforming into a storm, then into a towering edifice. Clearly, the Ancient Sun God possessed formidable mastery over the Sea of Chaos.
Slowly, he lifted his head and gazed toward the Astral Realm. Beyond an invisible barrier, countless indescribable colossal faces peered curiously into this world.
The Ancient Gods' battle was not confined to the physical world—it had also triggered cataclysms within the Spirit World and Astral Realm. The turmoil was so immense that it drew the attention of these terrifying entities.
However, the barrier remained too strong for them to approach recklessly.
After confirming this, the Ancient Sun God shifted his gaze back to the battlefield.
Within the Sea of Chaos, ancient symbols composed entirely of its waters emerged. They carried a strange essence—anyone who saw them would feel compelled to decipher their meaning, only to realize they had already been woven into fate, turning into reality itself.
A single line of ancient text appeared, describing the state of the war:
"The balance of the Ancient Gods' war has been broken."
This was a prophecy—and perhaps also a manifestation of the authority of the Dreamer.
What he proclaimed would inevitably descend upon reality.
Though the Ancient Sun God had yet to fully wield the Dreamer's authority, he had already accomplished this through the Sea of Chaos.
The war of the Ancient Gods had reached an unfathomable level, shaking the very foundation of reality itself. Earthquakes, tsunamis, storms—all raged simultaneously, destroying the world where all beings lived.
With eight Ancient Gods locked in one-on-one combat, none could easily overpower the other. Even Olmir, despite his deteriorating mental state, remained as fierce as ever. The authorities of "Dusk," "Night," and "Fooling" were unable to decide the battle's outcome in the short term.
Thus, the war had reached a seemingly fragile yet resilient equilibrium.
However, with the Ancient Sun God's prophecy, that balance was now shattered.
"AHHHH!" The Giant King, Olmir, roared furiously. He swung his sword, slicing apart the God of Destruction's misty divine kingdom. Dusk spread across everything.
At the same time, within the Giant King's Court—where nearly all remaining giants had gathered—an enormous sacrificial ritual was being conducted for Olmir. They slaughtered countless prey, using the blood to awaken the giants' primal instincts. They roared, they prayed—the power of the Anchor surged!
At that moment, Olmir's condition improved drastically. The burdens on his mind were erased—he no longer needed to waste energy suppressing his madness. In an instant, he erupted with terrifying power.
Conversely, the Demon Wolf's state took a turn for the worse. The many conflicting traits within his body seemed on the verge of explosion. Chaotic thoughts flooded his mind, momentarily paralyzing him.
This made sense. Ancient Gods were inherently unstable—especially the Demon Wolf and the Demon King. They represented destruction and corruption in this era. Losing control was entirely within reason.
Of course, the real reason was likely Sasrir, who had just taken out a monocle and imbued it with the authority of "Corruption," granting it a semblance of life.
A powerful sense of aggregation emerged, pulling at the characteristics within the Demon Wolf's body—along with the mask on his face.
This effortlessly shattered the delicate balance of his traits, pushing him further into madness.
The Ancient Sun God's prophecy had come true—the balance of the Ancient Gods' war was broken.
"Lilith! Kill the Demon Wolf first!" The Giant King roared. He had also noticed the Demon Wolf's worsening condition. The fiery hues of dusk in his eyes flared intensely.
Whoosh!
Moonlight descended. Lilith cast the curse of the Red Moon, raising the shackles of the Abyss while unleashing the power of natural life!
Amid the moonlight, wheat stalks and flowers sprouted wildly, spreading like waves toward the Demon Wolf.
She had gone all out. Even the Aberrant King joined in, placing a deep-rooted curse on the Demon Wolf while invoking a restrained but overwhelming desire to resist.
At that moment, every Ancient God turned toward the Demon Wolf—then, as if reaching an unspoken agreement, they all attacked him simultaneously!
The Ancient Gods had formed a temporary alliance—divided into humanoid and non-humanoid factions.
The Demon Wolf and the Demon King belonged to neither group. Among the Ancient Gods, they were the most insane, often trapped in mindless frenzies, driven purely by destruction.
The Demon King, Fapruti, would have been the most likely to save the Demon Wolf. Unfortunately, he was just as mad—and had fought the Demon Wolf almost as much as any other Ancient God!
In that moment, the tide of battle underwent a staggering reversal.
The Demon Wolf now faced the combined onslaught of seven Ancient Gods.
It was as if the eight Ancient Gods had reached a consensus—at this moment, they would tear the Demon Wolf apart!