Chapter 482: line with translation of chapter title

The small boss and Xieyue have been playing a game for over 100,000 years, also manipulated various means for over 100,000 years, and even dragged over a hundred transmigrators with supreme skills from parallel worlds to come help.

Yangyue Star has indeed seen individuals like god‑slayers whose single combat power far exceeds that of gods, capable of opposing a planet's ultimate lifeform single‑handedly, and also seen five‑dimensional values nearly maxed out, with strength comparable to that of an age‑spanning emperor akin to the Heavenly Strategy General.

But conscience of heaven and earth, when the Dark Flame and Light empires each occupied half of the ancient continent, with heroes rising all over the world and stars shining, Yangyue still for the first time welcomed an era of such formidable comprehensive strength.

No wonder the small boss then felt this round was steady, steady! I have too many cards in hand; I've never fought such a wealthy battle in this lifetime!

Given my current strength, how could Xieyue still contend with me? Get ready, prepare to hear it call me 'grandpa'!

Alright, nothing more to say, hands off the keyboard, just pop the champagne and it's done!

As soon as the champagne was opened, it saw an explosion on the surface of Yangyue Star large enough to engulf a big city.

Indeed, the champagne was opened too early; because their power was too overwhelming, the Yangyue people, who now have no land under the sun, have quickly entered a civil war instance.

The seven Zhen Shen split into two camps, leading countless powerhouses above and below, initiating an epic war that ultimately swept the entire planet.

Among them, the pillar of the Dark Flame alliance is the self‑styled Four Holy Gods, but later called the Four Evil Gods: the Black Hole God, the Ghost Forest God, the Earthquake God, and the Purple Lightning God.

Meanwhile, the leader of the Light alliance is the corresponding Three Benevolent Gods: the Sunflame God, the Wrathflame God, and the Hunting Edge God.

Among them, the Black Hole God and Sunflame God, as guardians of the two empires, are naturally the strongest; possessing a far broader concept, they are nearly omnipotent, able to overturn heaven and earth with a gesture.

Meanwhile, the Ghost Forest God, Earthquake God, and Wrathflame God, each possessing a theocracy, are somewhat weaker in power, but in terms of individual strength they should be on par with the Holy Light God and the Dense Forest God.

The Hunting Edge God originated from a prairie kingdom; at that time the Beimosi Grassland was far more fertile than now, with a population large enough to sustain a Zhen Shen.

As for the Purple Lightning God… sorry, no such person on record.

Alright, just kidding; back then the Yangyue subcontinent had not yet been baptized by a world war, merely an archipelago covered in volcanoes.

Thus, after gaining the islanders' faith, gradually establishing its own church, and finally attaining the position of a Zhen Shen, the Purple Lightning God appeared glorious, but in the eyes of the other Yangyue deities it was roughly equivalent to a rural landlord.

"Smelly outsider, come to our ancient continent to mooch a meal!"

Even ordinary commoners looked down on the so‑called Purple Lightning Sect; upon seeing a missionary they would drive them out without a word, making it hard for them to spread their faith.

Thus, at the war's outset there was actually no Purple Lightning God; instead the Black Hole God allied with the Ghost Forest and Earthquake Gods launched a lightning strike, a violent onslaught against the theocracy of the Wrathflame God.

Such a swift offensive, if not for the Wrathflame church's berserkers being formidable and the Wrathflame God himself, a daredevil who immediately joined the fray, the Wrathflame theocracy would likely have been taken down in one sweep.

Thus, when the Dark Flame alliance expanded its offensive, attacking more nations and even the Light Empire, the other powers on the ancient continent were directly routed, losing armor and retreating step by step.

Until the Iron‑clad Holy Maiden of the Sunflame church stepped forward, using physical means and unimaginable personal charm to form the first clearly‑targeted anti‑Dark Flame alliance of the invaded side.

Coincidentally, as the battle progressed, the Dark Flame alliance at this point had fallen into the same predicament as those two 'colleagues' on Earth.

——Whether active or passive, the speed of the war's expansion far surpassed their imagination.

Thus they had to, before even killing one opponent, turn and clash with another, continually provoking strong foes until everyone present became their enemy.

Although, given the Dark Flame's extremism, they would surely eventually erase all opposition physically, in other words they would sooner or later go to war with everyone.

But when circumstances outside the plan arose within the planned part, the Dark Flame alliance, forced to advance on multiple fronts, inevitably fell into a strategic fatigue phase, entering a strange stalemate.

The Iron‑clad Holy Maiden keenly sensed the arrival of battle opportunity, and with the aid of a mentor skilled in spatial arts, launched a global counterattack, becoming the fire‑fighting brigade commander, leading alliance members to wildly strike the Dark Flame alliance's weak points with elbow blows, relying on a surprise force to win successive victories.

And during the fighting, one after another of the forces that had received benefits chose to join this union, dispatching troops to participate, gradually stirring up a storm capable of spreading like wildfire.

Countless small victories eventually piled up, enabling them, at a point only twenty kilometers from the Wrathflame holy see, to have surprise troops descend from the sky, utterly crushing the Dark Flame alliance's vanguard and securing the first major victory for the anti‑Dark Flame alliance since the war began.

It was this battle that formally established their name—the Light Alliance.

It was also this battle that made the Dark Flame deity feel its early preparations were still somewhat lacking; it humbled itself, went and roped in the Purple Lightning God, whose presence was low and who had been watching from the sidelines.

Anyone with sense can see that this is because the elders thought pushing their own people to fill the line was too painful, so they'd better quickly find a gullible fool to come and shed blood for everyone.

But according to the Purple Lightning God's own account, it certainly boasts of how great it is, claiming that when the Dark Flame alliance faced imminent collapse it boldly stepped forward, leading its followers to help stabilize their lines, and so on.

Unfortunately, the Purple Lightning God's skin isn't thick enough; after only a brief bout of boasting it ran out of steam.

After all, anyone who's studied a little history knows the Purple Lightning God was the last of the seven deities to appear, yet also the first to kick the bucket.

Thus everything came back to the mountain range named Fallen God, to the peak named God‑fall.

"Haha, who would have thought that I, who was unvalued ten thousand years ago, am now the sole survivor after ten thousand years—this is fortune, this is destiny!"

For the oldster, recalling those tumultuous years past is surely the most exciting thing, so at this moment He talked at length and roared very loudly.

But the magic dragons have always been hard‑headed, and everyone still bears a deep bloody grudge; how could they let Him comfortably finish putting on this act?

So the president didn't indulge Him, opening with an utterly classic line.

"You're farting!"

"You step on horse!"

The Purple Lightning God was still feeling pleased as punch when someone shoved insults in its face; instantly it flew into a rage, about to unleash thunder and lightning.

But since Ji Ming, as leader, advocates 'listening to all sides brings clarity,' he gave the president the right to speak.

And likewise a veteran of that war ten thousand years ago, who once served as captain of the vanguard in the Light Alliance's Holy Dragon regiment and as a chiliarch of the Dark Flame alliance's Magic Dragon regiment, having mixed in both the underworld and the overt world, Basuke, however, has another set of remarks.

In her version, other parts match the description of the Purple Lightning God pretty closely, but the parts concerning the Purple Lightning God itself are mostly different.

First, the Purple Lightning God's battle record is entirely fabricated, its exaggeration comparable to a headquarters' battle report; even listening to the opposite gives something closer to reality than the bland nonsense it spouts.

"Yes, you may not believe it, but before I became a god‑slayer, I had already been beheaded eighteen times, dismembered thirty‑six times, and had my body and soul destroyed countless times by the Purple Lightning Church."

Thus the actual combat power of the Purple Lightning Church…

"When I served as vanguard captain, my favorite enemy was the priests of the Purple Lightning Church; I only needed to flap my wings and they'd be driven off like sheep."

"When I served as a chiliarch in the Magic Dragon regiment, my most feared teammate was the priests of the Purple Lightning Church; if the enemy spoke a little louder they might cause those priests to rout, and in the process mess up my formation."

Saying this made Ji Ming feel a bit sympathetic toward the president; it turned out she had already been a veteran player since her initial resurrection, daily having to team up with a bunch of human‑machine‑like guys to play peak matches.

Second, the Purple Lightning God's purpose for joining the war, according to its own claim, was to gain a good reputation; according to Ji Ming's guess, it was to scoop some spoils of war and, by the way, use this chance to promote its church into the mainstream market of Yangyue.

But in Basuke's version, its purpose is even more sinister than Ji Ming imagined.

"What, is it to compete for followers?"

To be frank, that's nonsense; since the gods' power is tightly bound to faith, which deity wouldn't want followers all over the world?

Ji Ming can travel around calmly because the world's rules judge players as his fervent believers, letting him gain merit even while lying down; otherwise he'd have long gone to the wasteland to fight Lao Yang Tou for territory.

But even with a population, changing a person's faith is incredibly hard; even a high monk with maximal eloquence would need to expend an unknown amount of words to sway one.

Even if one could use psychic magic to play the dark side, let's not even mention that not everyone can have talents maxed out like Archangel Sylvia or Ji Ming, and the mana pool is bottomless.

Even if you could find a huge number of highly skilled hypnosis experts, this little believer can offer very little incense, the output cannot balance the input, the senior believer is steadfast, perhaps even magic cannot be shaken, after a half day's hustle you might just end up drinking a bowl of soup.

But!

Don't forget, the concept of "Purple Lightning" of the Purple Lightning God includes a portion that stitches together magical arrays, and an array is roughly equivalent to a mechanical circuit in the Yangyue World, or, to exaggerate, Redstone technology.

Thus, the Purple Lightning God, possessing world‑shaking wisdom, devoted himself to research with the power of instruction, fully climbing the tech tree, and before even entering the arena he successfully developed a terrifying new‑style building.

Listening to Basko's introduction, Ji Ming felt that this thing sounded somewhat familiar,

"Psychic… Control Tower?"

One can only say that the Purple Lightning God's approach has truly broadened; He actually wants to directly open an IF line, transform into the other‑worldly Yuri, turning the entire planet into a hive mind that listens only to Him, achieving a true religious victory.

But correspondingly, His path is also narrow, because just like in Red Alert 2: Yuri's Revenge, the two sides locked in fierce battle will inevitably join forces to destroy this overly dangerous existence.

Therefore, even though the external narrative says that the Iron‑Fisted Saintess seized the window when the other three evil gods were on other battlefields, helped three benevolent gods open a portal and killed the Purple Lightning God on this incredibly perilous mountain.

But in Basko's revelation, who not only participated in this battle but also worked for both sides of the war and knows many secrets, the truth of this great war is actually—

Those three evil gods could certainly have sent reinforcements to the Purple Lightning God, but they also wanted that arrogant brat to die quickly, so they tacitly colluded with the benevolent gods to kill Him.

"You're farting!"

This time it was the Purple Lightning God's turn to lose composure, and after hurling an insult at the President, He switched to a flat‑narrative style; He repeatedly recited it like a rolling tantrum, accompanied by a female voice that actually belongs to the Demon Lord himself, making for a highly theatrical effect.

But after cursing for a while, He stopped, because his clever intellect suddenly reclaimed the high ground.

"Wait, I see it now—you're all in the same camp, you want to unite to humiliate me, you want to harm me!"

The negotiations broke down, and in an instant the Purple Lightning God seemed to enter a second form, brazenly hiding in the clouds and, using an invincible state, launched an all‑direction AOE bombardment.

But Ji Ming had already obtained the information he wanted, so whether this guy turned hostile or not no longer mattered; therefore he dropped back to the ground, and while reinforcing with lightning‑light power, expanded the righteous shield to all the surrounding demon dragons.

It's still the same saying: AOE skills are for clearing crowds or dealing with enemies that are fast but have fragile bodies.

Because a momentary surge of blood and Qi leads to abusing such skills, it's essentially wasting one's own energy to vent frustration—a pure pig‑snout behavior.

Thus the Purple Lightning God raged, smashing and exploding indiscriminately, cutting down the entire Meteor God Peak along with the temple atop it, yet he could not affect Ji Ming and the demon dragons hidden inside the dome.

Instead, one could only watch them drift like blown‑up bubbles, floating erratically, as the mountain collapsed and the rumble of earth and stone cracked, gradually disappearing into the rising dust.

"Hmph, trying to escape!"

The Purple Lightning God didn't think that far, assuming the Holy Light God's shield finally gave out and was trying to make a run for it.

In his great joy, he manifested his true form and chased after them, intending to slaughter those damned demon dragons along with the divine chosen possessed by the Holy Light God.

As for the whole‑nation manhunt, or whatever… I forgot, anyway it's all that and the other.

"Hmph! That indecisive old fool still pretends to be Thus we will have Cultivation: Zhen Shen, I'll kill him first!"

However, when He rushed into the dust, he realized something was off; this didn't seem to be something that naturally splashed up after the mountain fell, it seemed like…

"Wait, where have I come? Is this still the Fallen God Mountain range?"

(End of Chapter)