Chapter 457

Of course, they didn't need to know so much.

They only needed to know that their god was going to be burned to death by the Flame Lord's fire!

In an instant, countless civilians' faces were etched with shock, numbness, despair, and hopelessness.

Though their faces were lit by Xiong Xiong's sparks, they turned utterly pale.

Some even forgot to breathe and fainted!

Their beliefs had shattered!

Originally, before their god descended, their faith was merely devout at best.

But after the god's descent, the faith of these people—who had never seen a god in their lives—was multiplied countless times over.

If their god had descended, what could not be accomplished?

Yet today, they had witnessed their own god being burned alive!

The impact of this scene on them was unimaginable!

Some among them could even hear a "crack-crack" sound.

Yes, that was the sound of their beliefs breaking!

Even greater than the civilians' reaction were the soldiers of the Houton Kingdom.

"Clang!"

In one battle formation, a Houton Kingdom warrior dropped his weapon to the ground, then his shield.

His face bore an expression of utter grief.

His eyes were filled with deep despair.

His lips trembled slightly—he looked as if he wanted to speak, but could not!

"Clang!"

Beside this warrior, many others dropped their weapons and shields.

They had not thrown them.

Their minds were so shaken that they could no longer hold onto their weapons!

They didn't even realize their weapons and shields had fallen!

This situation was not isolated—it was happening everywhere.

In every battle formation, countless warriors dropped their weapons and shields to the ground.

Some soldiers, after their shields fell, didn't even react when they smashed into their own shins.

Think about how heavy those shields were—if they'd hit like that in normal times, they'd have jumped!

But now, they had become like wooden statues!

They had only one action left.

Tilting their heads upward, staring blankly at the sky—at the endless Flame Lord, the god screaming in agony!

Their god!

Their invincible god!

How could a god burned to death be called invincible?

But at this moment, they had no spare mental capacity to ponder this.

Their minds held nothing but the raging fire.

The fire that had burned their god to death became an unforgettable memory!

The Flame Lord's invincibility and power were deeply imprinted in their hearts, ensuring that even in old age, they would remember this sight with crystal clarity.

In fact, many here, in their final moments, did not recall scenes from their own lives.

Instead, they remembered this day—the terrifying, boundless inferno that consumed a god!

"Clang!"

Not only the warriors in the rear formations—many warriors still in combat also lost their grip on their weapons, shaken to their core!

Some of these warriors were killed; others barely survived.

Because the soldiers of the Xiling Kingdom had also raised their heads to watch the scene in the sky.

Yet, in stark contrast to the Houton Kingdom warriors' despair, the Xiling Kingdom warriors felt no despair!

As for the Yiluo Kingdom's beastmen army, the Flame Lord's power had long been deeply ingrained in them!

These beastmen never doubted the Flame Lord's strength.

Even though they had witnessed the Flame Lord's power descend more than once, they were still awed by the scene above.

As for the Xiling Kingdom warriors, none of those present had ever seen the Flame Lord act.

The Seven Sacred Spirits had been killed too quickly.

And during the southern highlands battle, everyone had been focused on surrendering.

And in the battle of Wang Cheng, the two hundred thousand warriors had been nobles' private forces—disbanded long after the war ended.

So these Xiling Kingdom warriors had only heard tales of the clash above Wang Cheng, and knew the Flame Lord was powerful.

But how exactly powerful, they did not truly understand.

Until now, they had seen it!

It was unmatched power!

It was power capable of slaughtering gods!

Yes, many Xiling Kingdom warriors here had also believed the Houton Kingdom's god had come in person.

Meng Ying and the others had not deliberately explained the god's incarnation.

There was no need to—so the Xiling Kingdom warriors' minds were equally shattered.

But the effect of this impact was exactly the opposite of that on the people of the Hutton Kingdom.

This shock was pleasurable!

It even elevated the spirits of many soldiers of the Hiling Kingdom!

In other words, their faith in the Lord of Flame had reached an unsurpassable depth!

It could be said that after this battle, these fifty thousand soldiers of the Hiling Kingdom had become the Lord of Flame's most loyal warriors!

The Lord of Flame's immense power and invincibility were deeply etched into their hearts, unforgettable for all eternity!

Thus, on the battlefield, even when the soldiers of the Hiling Kingdom and the Yan Kingdom saw the Hutton Kingdom's warriors lose their will to fight, they did not attack—instead, they cheered loudly.

This was not a missed opportunity!

There was no such thing as opportunity or no opportunity.

Even when the Hutton Kingdom's soldiers were at their peak morale, they were still crushed!

They were in no hurry at all.

Now, the great Lord of Flame had won.

Their god had won.

The Hutton Kingdom's soldiers, already crushed, were now irrelevant!

In the sky, the cries of the Hutton Kingdom's god grew fainter.

As the last drop of divine power was burned away, this divine avatar became Lin Yan's evolution point entirely.

Lin Yan even advanced one rank because of it!

A divine avatar of Ninth Rank power is not the same as an ordinary Ninth Rank legend.

It carried nothing but divine power.

Otherwise, how could it have wielded Saint Realm power?

In strength, it was roughly equal to an ordinary Saint Realm.

But for Lin Yan, who possessed the System, it was an immense Supplement.

"Boom!"

In the sky, another holy light appeared—but the moment it emerged, it was burned to ash by flames.

This was the Hutton Kingdom's god, furious and unwilling to accept defeat, descending power from the Heavenly Realm to vent his rage.

His psyche must have truly shattered.

Normally, he would never have been so wasteful with such power.

Does he think divine power is endless?

In the Heavenly Realm, gods constantly feud with one another; every ounce of power is precious. Unless it involved matters of critical importance to his own nation, he would never have risked such a massive expenditure.

But even after spending so much, he still lost.