The covert struggles between the ancient gods had al
But for one particular ancient god, this was far too slow. Why waste time and allow them a chance to claim the Chaos Sea? How could destruction be brought forth like this?!
The Goddess of Misfortune, Amanisys, transformed into a mist and arrived atop a mountain.
This mountain was shrouded in the fog of history, and the moment Amanisys set foot on it, a presence within the mist opened its eyes.
"Salinger and Kotal have reached their designated locations without drawing any attention," Amanisys reported expressionlessly.
"Very well." A terrifying, indescribable demon wolf emerged from the mist of history.
It bore all the characteristics of a typical demon wolf, yet its slimy tentacles writhed ominously. Its wolfish face was covered by a bone mask, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes that radiated a desire for destruction so intense that even angels would tremble in fear.
"Destroy everything! End everything! Corrupt everything!"
The wolf's voice carried a strange rhythm—ferocious and cold.
"Destruction above all," the Goddess of Misfortune bowed her head.
At the same time, the God of the Dead, Salinger, and the God of Wishes, Kotal, received the command for destruction transmitted from the mist of history.
Along with it came a hidden authority.
"Awooo!" A surge of secretive power erupted from Kotal as he bowed his head and made a wish.
"I wish for the citizens of the Golden Nation to fall into slumber!"
In the next instant, the entire Golden Nation sank into a deep sleep. Under the veil of this hidden authority, no outsider could perceive anything unusual.
Salinger silently stretched out his hands and forcefully tore open the boundary between the spirit world and reality. Black mist seeped through the rift, creeping toward the sleeping citizens of the Golden Nation.
This was the power of the Demon Wolf of Destruction.
The citizens' bodies convulsed momentarily before returning to stillness.
The hidden authority dissipated, and the Golden Nation was reintegrated into the world as if nothing had changed.
Yet, in truth, it had already transformed into a city of eerie horrors.
Simultaneously, the citizens of the Golden Nation opened their eyes in unison. Their sclerae had vanished, leaving only pitch-black voids. And then, they began to pray to the Giant King, Olmir.
"Oh great King of Giants…"
Throughout the entire Golden Nation, the name of the Giant King was being chanted. These people were his most crucial "anchors" for maintaining stability outside the giant race, to the extent that he had sent his eldest son, the God of Dawn, to guard them.
But at this moment, the God of Dawn had been defeated and confined himself within his palace, while the Giant King was away, and the Giant Queen was preoccupied with preparing for the impending war of the gods.
A rare moment had arisen—an unguarded opening.
The Demon Wolf of Destruction had glimpsed an opportunity within fate and resolved to annihilate the entire Golden Nation, even using its people to corrupt Olmir himself!
For the Demon Wolf of Destruction, true destruction meant obliterating the world itself!
At that very moment, Olmir, locked in confrontation with the other ancient gods, suddenly heard the prayers of the Golden Nation's citizens.
He tilted his head to listen, then let out a furious roar. The twilight glow in his single eye trembled violently!
The manifested points of prayer were tainted with black corruption—a force of pollution emanating from them. Though this contamination was weak in the eyes of an ancient god, it carried an essence of the "Miracle Artisan" Beyonder trait.
Through a miraculous process, this trait had seeped into the citizens of the Golden Nation, and through another miracle, it now surged toward Olmir via their prayers. This was the wish of the Demon Wolf of Destruction.
A mad ancient god had gone completely insane.
One of the manifested points of prayer suddenly extended a slimy tentacle, as if it were a lance, striking toward Olmir!
"Begone!" Olmir bellowed furiously, swinging his Twilight Greatsword in a sweeping arc. The twilight light corroded everything in its path, eradicating all the prayer points.
The Demon Wolf's plan had not fully succeeded, but the disruption to Olmir's anchor had further deteriorated his already unstable mental state.
"Awooo!" A howl of excitement resounded across the land as the Demon Wolf of Destruction savored the unfolding chaos.
But at the same time, a furious bolt of lightning descended upon the Demon Wolf!
Thus, the War of the Gods had begun!
In an instant, the heavens roared with lightning, the crimson moon loomed overhead, and the twilight light enveloped the Demon Wolf.
"Deception!" The Demon Wolf didn't even attempt to block the attacks. It allowed the lightning to tear through its body, dissolving into a swirling mist—an amalgamation of historical and hidden authority.
A strange ripple spread outward like a wave, momentarily halting Olmir and the other three ancient gods, as if making them forget to attack.
Then, assaults came from every corner of the world. Countless gateways of light opened, perforating space like a sieve. From beyond these doors emerged the deathly chill of the underworld, the suffocating breath of corrupted minds, twisted curses, and the abyss of depravity and filth.
How could the heterodox gods miss such a glaring vulnerability in the Humanoid Alliance?
They struck simultaneously! The Firstborn Phoenix, Gregari, "opened the gates," channeling the attacks of three other ancient gods into this battlefield.
The Dream Dragon, the King of Aberrants, and the Demon Monarch joined the fray.
This was exactly what the Demon Wolf of Destruction had wished for. It cared nothing for the complexities of battle—only for unleashing the most terrifying destruction!
And what could be more catastrophic than an all-out war between the ancient gods themselves?
The Ancient God Alliance had already been a fragile balance, but the Demon Wolf had thrown it into chaos by launching a frenzied assault on the Twilight Giant, igniting a divine war that dragged every god into battle!
"Damn you, Demon Wolf!" The Giant King, Olmir, roared madly, his twilight power clashing against the abyssal night. His massive, orange-red twilight greatsword cleaved toward the frenzied wolf.
The other ancient gods quickly locked onto their respective foes. In the blink of an eye, eight ancient gods were locked in a brutal battle, and the world teetered on the brink of destruction.
"This is… quite terrifying." Truman gazed at the battlefield of the ancient gods and took a deep breath. These deities were far more terrifying than he had imagined—especially the ancient ones, who were utterly insane.
"But those humans cannot be left to die." Truman wandered into the Golden Nation.
Here, all the people had been polluted by the Miracle Artisan trait, and the Twilight Light of Olmir had begun corrupting them. Mass death had already begun.
Once the war ended, the best-case scenario would be a dead city. In the worst case, these people would devolve into ravenous monsters, devouring each other until only one remained.
"Enough!" Truman pressed his hand against the Book of Dreams, and an endless phosphorescent glow descended upon every citizen.
The phosphorescent light disrupted the aggregation of the Miracle Artisan trait, halting the people's slaughter, separating them, and extracting the trait from their bodies. The process was smooth, and no one interfered.
He collected the extracted Miracle Artisan trait. To the Demon Wolf, it was insignificant, but to Truman, it was an invaluable prize.
"As for these people, you shall become my followers."
He opened a radiant gateway leading to his domain within the Ancient Sun God's kingdom.
That place would likely be his stronghold for a long time.
"So many followers, freely given!" Truman was quite pleased.