Chapter 1638

The information storm from Dilidis left a deep impression on everyone—seeing something similar made them think of that torrent that destroyed certain thoughts.

Emperor Luoni immediately corrected: "No no no, it's an information garbage storm. These meteorite legions have stored a bunch of random information garbage from who knows where, mixed it without melting fire, and released it in a short time, causing massive information pollution."

This is like throwing garbage memories into your brain, making your mind chaotic.

The opposing godstar let out an angry roar, and angry thoughts swept across the field like a storm—wherever they passed, the holy armor on the meteorite legions lit up with protective light, and a huge symbol phantom appeared behind them.

Anthony felt this symbol was somewhat familiar, and quickly looked around—everywhere in the market were these symbols: on corners, eaves, ground, and even on people's clothing.

Lord Nai Ge Lis said doubtfully: "This symbol looks a bit like the sun—a circle with a few dots outside, a primitive totem mark. They've personified the sun god into this symbol."

"Sun god? So Morania is their god? So their divine power comes from Morania?" Ursman asked.

Lord Nai Ge Lis said: "Yes, exactly. So they're not afraid of other godstars' soul impacts—their souls are already linked to Morania, and for mental impacts, Morania helps them cancel them out."

Anthony had previously worried that one consciousness impact from the enemy would wipe out the meteorite legions entirely, but now he didn't need to worry about that.

The opposing godstar dared not let those crystal stones storing garbage information hit it again, firing streams of starflame to melt them in midair.

You fire starflame, then I continue illumination.

The meteorite legions adjusted direction, focusing the light spots onto the godstar's surface, detonating one huge pit after another.

The opposing godstar merely relied on its large size, its attacks few—now at a disadvantage, it let out an angry roar and charged toward Morania.

Morania remained calm and fearless, charging forward as well, spewing huge solar prominences from its body that scattered outward and then fell back down.

But its prominences weren't randomly shot and fallen back—they suddenly solidified in front of it, like oval rings growing outward.

Then a divine voice rang out across the field—Solar Prominence Prison!

With that divine voice, the scattered prominences fixed in place, steady as several braces, aimed at the opposing godstar.

When the two godstars collided, the prominences acted like support rods, holding back the opponent's main body.

Both sides maintained a certain distance—no matter how the opponent charged, the prominences kept it at bay.

Lord Nai Ge Lis slapped his waist: "That's divine voice—this is a divine technique, Solar Prominence Prison? Sounds like a binding technique, yet used on oneself, equivalent to a repulsion shield, like a flame repulsion ring? Clever move."

Everyone's interest heightened, including Dalisuo—no exception. The godstars they'd encountered in the void had never shown any skill; it was just whoever had greater mass who dominated.

Such a world was truly boring—rare to see such exquisite and creative battle scenes.

But soon Lord Nai Ge Lis worriedly asked: "Although repelled, they haven't left each other's attack range—doesn't that just mean they're tied face-to-face, beating each other?"

The following scene indeed matched Lord Nai Ge Lis's guess closely.

Both sides entered a hard-collision rhythm of mutual pounding—thick starflame pillars: you blast me once, I blast you once. Meanwhile, Morania desperately emitted its own light and heat, focusing them on the opponent.

The light spots detonated the opponent's body surface piece by piece.

The opponent had greater mass, so this clash should obviously favor it—but it didn't gain the upper hand.

Because of the meteorite legions' assistance, focusing the rear light forward.

The opposing godstar was equivalent to using one face to withstand Morania's two-faced assault.

Besides, the meteorite legions kept throwing garbage information crystal stones—clumps of garbage information exploded on the enemy godstar's surface, creating strong information interference and pollution, like stuffing junk mail into your mailbox.

Ordinary beings could ignore such information and interference, but a godstar couldn't—it was being washed and disturbed by this chaotic information, unable to focus its full attention.

Then, in the market, Anthony saw something even more shocking.

Ordinary Mora people around the market clasped their hands in front, gazing at the godstar in the sky, murmuring.

Surges of faith elemental power ebbed and flowed in them—some especially devout ones had holy flames rise on their bodies, burning their physiques to ashes, leaving only a phantom.

Those nearby saw this, not only unafraid, but looked at them with eyes full of envy and admiration, as if they'd done something deeply prideful.

Anthony took a deep breath, suppressing his shock.

This is sacrifice—burning one's life completely as an offering to the god.

Only the most devout, most fervent believers can, through pure faith, burn themselves completely.

If it were the Church of Light, the believers who burned completely would leave only ash—nothing left behind.

But earlier, Ange's fervent follower Ook also sacrificed his life, shattering the Insect God Hermes, and just as he was about to dissipate, Ange saved him alive.

Now these believers, though they burned their physical shells, retained their god-souls—this is not selfless sacrifice, but a transformation of life form.

Their god-souls successfully linked with Morania—coexisting, surviving, sharing the godstar's power and lifespan.

Ange and Ook, and now these Mora people and the godstar, are the normal relationship between believers and deity.

I once thought only the billion meteorite legions were devout believers—didn't expect the rest were too, meaning all hundreds of billions of Mora people are believers.

They just lack sufficient strength, not chosen for the meteorite legions, but their faith is equally devout.

As each believer who sacrificed their life by burning themselves burned out, Morania's aura kept rising, its body temperature increasing, the added density growing.

A living godstar with increasing added mass is not a good thing.

Added mass is the godstar's most primal power—it continuously releases itself, continuously decays, finally becoming ordinary starflame, but once all added mass is released, this godheart begins to age.

Star-migrants use hard shells to encase themselves, remain in continuous hibernation, to reduce added mass decay,

The rise in added mass density indicates Morania is accelerating its own life combustion—is it also sacrificing itself?