Chapter 530

"Are they planning to go to our world?"

The stunned demigods change color abruptly.

Damn it, if these terrifying existences go to their world, would they dare to go back?

The entire pantheon combined probably wouldn't be enough for one hand of these five to fight.

True and false are separated by a single word, a chasm of difference.

Yes.

At this moment, they do not hesitate to add the word "false" to those gods.

The facts are too damn clear.

Kols's teeth are chattering, but he still tries to say firmly: "Don't panic, it's not a big problem; the gate has a barrier blessed by multiple ancient gods.

In the past, I wondered why the descriptions of the ancient gods were so exaggerated, simply not on the same level as the new gods today.

Now it seems that the ancient gods are the true gods; perhaps faith isn't used that way at all.

So don't worry, the problem isn't... F***!!"

Amidst a sound like shattering glass, layers of barriers are torn apart like paper, and the magnificent divine might even forces the gate to expand a thousandfold.

Kols screams and turns to run.

Ten

Even a hell-level world wouldn't be this terrifying.

And they are fleeing for their lives under the pursuit of even more terrifying existences, and fleeing to our world at that.

The sky full of demigods scatters in a rush.

But just as they run halfway, the five magnificent lifeforms have already plunged in, their magnificent giant heads constantly enlarging.

At close range, the surviving demigods cannot suppress the beginning of their deformation and mutation.

At the last moment before their consciousness dissipates, the sound of infinite resentment echoes in the cavern.

"God of Prophecy, f*** you!"

An invasion full of confidence vanishes like a bubble in the blink of an eye.

"They... were originally planning to invade our world?"

Watching the five gods enter the gate together, Kitagawa Marin hesitates for a moment and says.

Others: "Uh... Amen, may they check the almanac in their next life."

That's why I say.

Don't go around killing people for no reason; love peace.

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

But what was even more terrifying was...

They watched, numb, as those magnificent existences—which exceeded the limits of their understanding—retreated step by step like beasts at the end of their rope, struggling, hysterical, terrified of an even higher existence.

Those were four radiant lifeforms.

They had the appearance of humans, yet they were absolutely not human.

Beneath that human skin, perhaps there were even more indescribable, more inconceivable Great Ones that exceeded their comprehension.

This terror left Kols, who had once faced three strikes from a god head-on and earned the title of His Excellency, in a state of blank confusion.

Their pride, brought about by ten thousand years of invasion and plunder... it was like a joke.

They were merely frogs at the bottom of a well.

Merely ants bullying even weaker ants.

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

Luo Fande's teeth were chattering.

He felt every one of his cells giving birth to its own will; his entire being was distorting, his consciousness splitting into five clusters, leaning toward those five majestic existences.

"Hurry, run, while they... while they haven't noticed yet..."

The night light vanished, and the entire space above the massive lava cavern darkened.

Everyone looked up subconsciously.

Eyes that seemed to roil with chaos looked down from above.

Silence.

For a long time.

A howl of extreme grief and indignation rang 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 over ten thousand years is enough to destroy this planet!!!"

Tearing open the earth with a single slap, the five gods stood back-to-back in a circle, roaring hysterically.

The four surrounding gods growled, exchanged a glance, and made their decision without the slightest hesitation.

Together, they unsparingly squeezed their unrecovered divine origins, pouring it all into the Black-Scaled God's body, converging it into a magnificent divine might that shook the celestial body!

Finally, they unleashed the foundation accumulated over countless years without restraint—a vast divine power of super-scale, even reaching the celestial level.

A barren world was meaningless to true gods.

Talent was the resource.

Talent was the root of everything.

That was why, previously, they had suppressed their output, doing their best not to affect those tiny yet shining lifeforms.

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

But now that they were all about to die, what future was there to speak of?

So they were making one last gamble.

Betting on their lives.

Betting that those four peculiar and powerful lifeforms—whose worldview was completely incomprehensible to them—also cared about these humans!

Betting that they also needed spirituality, also needed to maintain themselves.

Kill all the mortals, flip the table completely, and force these four into a silence equivalent to death after a long period of time!!!

At the end of their rope, even they did not lack this ruthless spirit of mutual destruction.

At worst, they would all die together.

But...

The five gods looked down.

In the center of the circle they had formed, surrounded by feet like pillars of heaven.

In a small "puddle" of lava, dense crowds of "little people" looked up, dazed, meeting their gaze.

Even they felt a moment of blank confusion.

If they weren't mistaken.

Was that a spatial rift behind those little people?

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

This kind of gate—even they could pass through it smoothly without obstruction, unlike the long time it took when they were in the state of Evil God offspring.

Good people.

At this moment, it was hard to describe their feelings in words.

The eyes of the five magnificent existences turned red; this was the Mother Goddess's blessing—even the heavens didn't want handsome guys like them to die here.

But their movements didn't hesitate in the slightest, at the very moment the four Heroic Spirits were also stunned.

Without hesitation.

The five gods struck decisively, the terrifying divine might accumulated to the point of shaking the planet pouring out without reservation.

Amidst the gods' desperate roars, they pierced the nine heavens, blasting out a deep-gray chaotic pillar that connected heaven and earth, forcefully punching through the barrier between worlds.

They forcefully expanded the gate until it supported heaven and earth.

When that glimpse of blue sky and white clouds appeared on the other side, they felt a level of emotion they had never known before, never before feeling that this once-hated color palette was so intoxicating.

They were almost moved to tears!

Damn it, they were never coming back to this shitty world again.