Chapter 529

"Is this... a god?!!"

At this moment.

Caught in the sudden, terrifying change, Augustus and the others hadn't even managed to react; they simply stared, dazed, at that towering, majestic lifeform that stood like a pillar between heaven and earth.

It was different.

Completely different.

Compared to the "gods" of their own world, those five existences, standing like pillars of the firmament, were too majestic, too vast.

Their voices were thunder; their roars were hurricanes.

Every movement was a manifestation of the natural world.

The divine might permeating the air made every one of their cells instinctively yearn and pine, triggering an irreversible, convergent evolution.

It was a difference in quality, a fundamental gap.

Feeling the tremors from their souls to their flesh, and from their flesh down to their very hairs, they didn't need to think to know: this, damn it, was what a god truly was!

A god worthy of the name.

Compared to these five gods standing between heaven and earth, the so-called gods of their world were as laughable as mongrel dogs.

"No, quick, bow your heads, bow your heads!!!"

As the strongest among the demigods, the one even crowned as His Excellency, Kols felt his skin writhing; jolted awake by the distortion, he roared at the top of his lungs.

The first to react was the peak demigod Luo Fande, who ripped out the tentacle that had sprouted from his eye, then scrambled back like a stray dog in terror.

A phrase they had once scoffed at surfaced in everyone's mind.

"Gods must not be looked upon directly."

In their world, they had thought it merely a trick used by gods to feign mystery and maintain faith.

But at this moment, it was a cold, hard truth.

It was telling them the bloody second half of the sentence: Those who look directly, die!!

Almost in an instant, more than half of the demigods present succumbed to uncontrollable distortion, turning into monsters that lunged at them, their bodies covered in dense, sharp fangs and maws, loudly chanting praises.

"Praise the King of the Abyssal Void."

"Praise the Lord of the High Mound."

"Holy, holy..."

This hair-raising scene nearly scared the wits out of the demigods, many of whom didn't even hold their own gods in high regard.

Among the distorted, there were even peak demigods.

Clearly, the gap between such existences and themselves was too vast—it was a dimensional difference, a qualitative distinction.

The classification of low-rank, high-rank, and peak demigods was utterly meaningless.

In the face of such terrifying pollution, all are equal; all living things are the same.

But what is even more terrifying is...

They watch, numb, as that magnificent existence—which exceeds the limits of their understanding—retreats step by step like a beast at the end of its rope, struggling, hysterical, and terrified of an even higher-ranking existence.

Those are four brilliant lifeforms.

They have the appearance of humans, but they are absolutely not human.

Beneath that human skin, perhaps there are even more indescribable, even more inconceivable, great beings that exceed their understanding.

This terror leaves even Kols, who once faced three strikes from a god head-on and earned the title of "His Majesty," in a state of confusion.

Their... the pride brought about by their world's ten thousand years of invasion and plunder seems like a joke.

They are nothing but frogs at the bottom of a well.

Nothing but ants bullying even weaker ants.

"Run... hurry and run..."

Luo Fande's teeth are chattering.

He feels every cell in his body giving birth to its own will; his very self is deforming, including his consciousness, splitting into five clusters and leaning toward those five majestic existences.

"Run fast, while they... while they haven't noticed yet..."

The night light vanishes, and the space above the entire lava cavern darkens.

Everyone looks up subconsciously.

Peerless pupils, as if rolling with chaos, look down from above.

Silence.

For a long time.

A howl of extreme grief and indignation rings out.

"F*** you, God of Prophecy, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!!!"

"Though we are not your equal, the divine power we have accumulated for ten thousand times ten thousand years is enough to destroy this planet!!!"

With a slap that tears open the earth, the five gods surround themselves in a circle, back to back, roaring hysterically.

The four surrounding gods growl, exchange a glance, and their decision is made without the slightest hesitation.

Together, they unsparingly squeeze the divine origin they have not yet recovered, pouring it all into the body of the Black-Scaled God to converge into a magnificent divine might that shakes the celestial body!

Finally, they recklessly unleash the foundation accumulated over countless years—a vast divine power that is super-scale, even reaching the celestial level.

A barren world is meaningless to a true god.

Talent is a resource.

Talent is the foundation of everything.

Therefore, previously, they had been suppressing their output, trying their best not to affect those tiny yet shining lifeforms.

These lifeforms are the capital for their future recovery and even further advancement.

But now that they are all going to die, what future is there to speak of?

So they are gambling one last time.

Gambling on their lives.

Gambling that those four peculiar and powerful lifeforms—whose worldview is completely incomprehensible to them—also care about these humans!

Gambling that they also need spirituality and need to maintain their self.

Kill all the mortal things, flip the table completely, and let these four return to the silence that is equivalent to death after a long time!!!

At the end of their rope, even they do not lack this ruthless drive to perish together.

At worst, they die together.

But...

The five gods look down.

In the center of the circle they formed, where their great feet, like heavenly pillars, stand.

In a "small puddle" of lava, dense crowds of "little people" look up blankly and meet their gaze.

Even they experience a moment of confusion.

If they aren't seeing things.

Is that a spatial rift behind those little people?

Or is it a stable, perfect gate, as if opened specifically for them?

This kind of gate, even they could pass through smoothly without obstruction, unlike the long time they were stuck in their previous Evil God offspring state.

Good people.

At this moment, it is hard to describe their mood in words.

The eyes of the five magnificent existences turn red; this is the blessing of the Mother Goddess—even Heaven does not want such handsome guys as them to die here.

But their movements do not hesitate in the slightest, just at the moment the four Heroic Spirits are also stunned.

Without hesitation.

The five gods decisively strike, and the terrifying divine might accumulated to the point of shaking the planet is poured out without reservation.

Amidst the shrill roars of the gods, they pierce the Nine Brilliances, blasting out a deep-gray chaotic pillar that connects heaven and earth, livingly punching through the barrier between worlds.

They force the gate to expand to support heaven and earth.

When that touch of blue sky and white clouds appears on the other side, they feel a level of emotion they have never felt before, never before feeling that this once-hated color palette is so intoxicating.

They almost have tears in their eyes!

Mom, they are never coming back to this damn world again.