Hate Me, Miss Witch!

That was just the most ordinary, most ordinary slash.

There was no fluctuation of magic power, nor any earth-shattering movement.

The meteor shower that penetrated the sky and shook the entire main material plane did not appear this time.

However, along with the slash of the golden holy sword.

There was a tiny ripple that slowly spread out along the edge of the golden sword.

It merged into the surrounding sky and earth, between the ocean and the mountains.

Then, under the ripples.

Some things were permanently changed.

Under the gorgeous starry night sky, the golden elf looked up at the high night sky, and there was a light flickering in the pale golden eyes.

"Although I have known for a long time that you have always been a willful and arrogant guy."

"But I really didn't expect you to be so bold."

"But--"

It was as if she had sensed some unknown truth that she had previously concealed in the leaping silver fire.

Or perhaps, she had made up her mind.

Hathaway closed her eyes slightly and stopped talking.

She just silently felt the tiny ripples rippling in the astral and material worlds.

The next moment.

The left eye that had been closed all the time slowly opened.

Magnificent colors, along with the scorching silver flames, gushed out from the eyes.

Then, the tiny, faint ripples.

Spread to every corner of the multiverse.

...

The golden plains, the endless sea, the ice fields in the far north, the dark swamp country...

In the main material plane, in the endless area.

I don't know how many mythical creatures felt that their divine bodies, and even the divine nature that constituted the concept of God itself, were suddenly empty.

Then, they fell down.

An unstoppable and irreversible fall.

It was not for concrete things like divine power and flesh and blood.

What was falling down at an irreversible speed was the concept of "God" itself.

Boom--

One after another, huge divine power fluctuations erupted in the main material plane.

Ripples were stirred up in the forests and fields, the sea and the mountains.

Even the mythical creatures that had fallen into a half-mad state were also erupting their divine power and authority at this moment, subconsciously trying to stop the unstoppable fall.

However--

It was useless.

In ten breaths, the irreversible fall had reached its end.

At this moment, almost all the gods, whose originally majestic, mysterious or noble divine bodies were collapsing.

Then, the original races were manifested.

Demon wolves, griffins, phoenixes, or giants, ancient dragons, elves...

These are their most original forms, which have not been used for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

However, when the glory of divinity faded, the brilliant incarnation disintegrated.

All they could leave behind was only their most original form.

No, at this moment -

It is no longer appropriate to use the word "them" to describe these once mythical creatures.

The "God's Repellent" that Xia Ya slashed out was not aimed at a single demigod or true god.

Instead, it directly killed the concept and rules of the existence of "God" itself at the point where his sword reached.

Then, with the help of Hathaway's Silver Fire.

The new rules were materialized from fantasy to reality, and appeared in almost all observable material planes.

"Gods are forbidden to walk"

From this moment on, this sentence is no longer just a false rhetoric, but a practical principle and law.

And within the level that the rules can cover.

All the former gods are accepting the process of being stained with dust itself-

From gods to humans.

From him to it.

They are still a powerful and unrivaled extraordinary race.

It is the demon wolf that howls at the moon, the griffin whose wings cover the sky and the sun, and the giant whose body is huge enough to rival the mountains.

This strength that comes from blood and flesh, and is built up by countless lifespans, will not change in the slightest because of the changes in rules and laws.

But, from this moment on.

Even these gods who once stood high in the sky have been deprived of the right to look down on all living beings.

They will fall to the earth as ordinary creatures, just like all the creatures they once despised, and bear the same Tao and law as all mortal spirits.

Just like mortals.

Face the pain of living.

Face the fear of death.

Become a beast that cannot sing the praises of life without experiencing sacrifice.

Then, sink into the same fate with thousands of mortal spirits.

This is the ending that Char wrote for this final mythological era with "God's Retreat".

It is also the choice that Char put forward to these ancient gods who survived from the previous era, and written by humans.

Maintain the lofty status of the gods, and then fall in the new rules rewritten by the God's Retreat.

Or from the lofty gods, turn back to the mortal spirits on the earth.

Then, in that world belonging to mortals, face all the sins and punishments of the past.

…

"Fall into dust."

"Then, will I start again not as a god, but as a member of the dust, to embrace the mortal nature in the sun?"

"But..."

In the deep dark mountains of the Western Continent, the Southern Region.

A red figure surrounded by a long river of blood uttered a dry, silent whisper.

Him.

No.

Her former name was the God of Death.

She is also one of the oldest ancient gods in existence today.

She was also a participant in the previous meeting of the gods in the star realm.

As one of the objects affected by the "Illusion Collapse", the God of Death should have turned into one of the meteors falling into the night sky with other ancient gods.

In fact, she did lose more than 90% of her power in the collapse of the fantasy.

But, as a god who controls the power of death.

In the barbaric era before the Brilliant Era, before she achieved the throne of the God of Death, she was a genuine Phoenix royal family.

Relying on the racial ability of the pure-blooded phoenix royal family that can be reborn in the flames, and the authority of the god who controls death, the goddess of death gave up more than 90% of her power to escape from the endless fantasy collapse chain technique in the bronze palace above the starry sky.

Then, using the backup plan she had arranged on the Western Continent earlier, she completed her resurrection.

However——

At this moment.

Facing the "God's Evasion" that came down from the starry sky, there was no escape or dodge.

And, given by Char.

The choice of dying as a god, or facing the sin and punishment of a mortal spirit in the new era.

Obviously, in the starry world before, the goddess of death had to escape even at the cost of giving up 90% of her power. This choice between life and death should have been easy for her, and she should have chosen the path of life without hesitation.

But now, this original phoenix is ​​silent.

"I can't go back anymore."

After an unknown amount of time, she spoke in a dry voice, totally unlike the clear voice that the phoenix race should have.

"Everything that belonged to the princess of the phoenix race, the young and immature phoenix."

"The past, all the precious memories with the tribe members and the parents who were the kings of the tribe."

"All have been buried in the tomb of the multiverse with the passage of time."

She watched her body gradually grow dense red feathers.

The mysterious and gloomy god of death in the blood-colored river, after being tainted by mortal nature and falling into the mortal world, also turned into the gorgeous phoenix again.

Awakened along with it were the memories that she had abandoned for a long time.

It was the coming-of-age ceremony that was held in the forest formed by countless towering ancient trees, which belonged to the phoenix race.

Under the gaze of her father and many tribe members.

The young Phoenix Princess made a vow to succeed her father's throne in the future, to make the Phoenix race prosperous and great again.

She once thought that she would fight for this oath at the coming-of-age ceremony for the rest of her life, and even if she died halfway, she would still have no regrets.

But——

In the past, it was made amid the blessings of thousands of fellow tribesmen.

That bright and shining, clear ideal like gold.

When was it completely forgotten by herself?

It's really... so far away that I can't remember it.

But, in the final analysis, it was just a fragment of good fortune that has become hazy.

The era of mythical creatures and the once prosperous Phoenix civilization have long been buried in the dust of time, and even some of the residue will no longer exist.

So she will not choose the path given by Char to embrace mortal nature and become a mortal spirit again.

Because, for the current God of Death.

Climbing to the highest throne of heaven and taking a step further on the boundless long steps to the gods has become her only obsession and the only driving force for her actions.

"Besides that -"

"There is nothing in this body called the goddess of death."

In those ethereal words.

The gorgeous red feathers slowly faded.

The last phoenix turned into scattered smoke and dust, completely disappearing between heaven and earth.

...

Not only the goddess of death.

Almost at the moment of falling to the earth.

I don’t know how many demigods and true gods, the bodies of the originally majestic mythological races, all collapsed and scattered in an instant.

Then, they turned into the slowly disappearing and decaying dust in the night sky.

Some, like the goddess of death, chose the path of falling while maintaining the status of gods.

Because even if they fall back to being mortals, the motivation for them to be cherished and protected by mortals no longer exists.

Even if they survive in the end, they are just empty bodies that look like walking corpses.

Others, perhaps because of their attachment to life or other reasons, choose to fall into the dust.

However, the vast majority of them still perish in the sins they encounter after being tainted by mortal nature.

For most of the old gods who have survived from the glorious era to the present.

A life span of tens of thousands of years seems a bit too long.

It's not that a mortal body of flesh and blood cannot have a lifespan of tens of thousands of years. What Char has done has already proved the possibility contained in the human body.

However, that should never be an area that can be touched so easily.

Just like a sword embryo that has never been tempered, even if the unformed embryo contains endless possibilities, if it has not experienced thousands of tempers, it is just a piece of ordinary iron worth mentioning.

Thousands of times of training.

Countless days and nights spent searching up and down, tossing and turning.

In the boundless darkness, the iron soul is forged.

Finally, at the end of countless failures, he can touch the realm beyond the constraints of his own race.

This is something that only the best who stand above millions of living beings can possess. It is called a miracle and the brilliance of a hero.

This is also the original meaning given to the word "legend".

The legendary road is not fake.

Everyone who has achieved the status of a legend and transcended the constraints of their own race is a unique person who has blazed his own path, a miracle that even the gods cannot repeat.

They are all living epics.

However, to those gods, such searching and tempering day and night seemed meaningless.

You only need to accept the divine gift and harvest faith from the boundless weak.

Then there will be no obstacles, and it is natural to have a long lifespan that can be counted in tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years, and almost endless power.

There is no need to experience the edge of life and death, and there is no need to search up and down and forge ahead in the difficult and difficult darkness day and night.

You can grow by just breathing. If you accept the power of faith from those believers, you can become stronger without any shackles and effortlessly.

Perhaps these gods, as special beings who can become gods, were also the best among millions of creatures before becoming gods. They have the possibility of reaching the top without relying on faith and divinity.

But there is no doubt about it.

When they chose to embrace divinity and gave up the difficult road and chose this simpler road to the sky, this possibility was lost.

And all the gifts of fate have already been marked with a secret price.

The price of being a shortcut to this road to heaven.

After losing his divinity and becoming a human again.

The long lifespan experienced by these mythical creatures has now turned into extremely heavy and unbearable sin and punishment, allowing them to experience a mortal life in an instant.

Aging, decaying, until death.

Only a very small number of gods who had never fully embraced divinity from the beginning have now withstood the test of sin.

Then, he became a mortal creature.

In a new world, a new life begins.

…

The light of the stars is gathering.

Countless gods who either voluntarily chose to perish during the "divine avoidance" or failed to withstand the sinful karma of embracing mortal nature have fallen. Their divinity has been stripped away, and all fragments of authority have also been stripped away.

Every ray of starlight is a fragment of ownerless divinity or authority.

Every ray of light is enough for a peak person who has been trapped at the pinnacle of legend for a long time to completely break free from the shackles, embark on the road to becoming a god, and become a true demigod.

And at this moment.

In the starry sky, the starlight lingered around the black-haired and black-eyed boy.

More than ten strands, more than a hundred strands.

But there are thousands and thousands of strands.

Then, condense.

Thousands of lights are gathering.

finally.

Thousands of ownerless divinities, thousands of scorching starlights.

Between Char's fingers, they gathered together and became a tangible entity.

It was a chess piece that looked like it was made of crystal, and it was also extremely dazzling——

"Star Cup".

In the dark background of the deep space of the universe, it looks extremely bright and dazzling.

…

All of a sudden.

Countless eyes were locked on the dazzling star cup in the center of the sea of ​​stars, between the slightly raised fingers of the young man with black hair and black eyes.

at this moment.

Whether it is the newly reborn Extreme Black Tower on the Western Continent or the human legends in the major human kingdoms who are qualified to sense movements in the star realm.

Or maybe it is the former god who has just said goodbye to his identity as a god and has once again completed the incarnation of his mortal nature.

Looking at the bright star cup in Xia's hand, heavy breathing came and went.

Everyone knows very clearly what this star cup means.

Today, although there are still some gods still living in the star world, compared to those fallen mythical creatures, the number of these survivors can only be described as insignificant.

They were nearly 90% of the mythical creatures, completely ownerless fragments of divinity and authority that were separated out after their demise.

This is a huge divinity that should never be obtained by a single individual.

The last individual with this amount of divinity and authority——

His name is, the Creator of the Glory Era, or the Sun God.

Or, to put it more bluntly.

This star cup represents the constellation of heaven itself.

As long as you get it, it means supreme and eternal immortality.

Surpassing all existing ancient gods, all humans, and all heroes throughout the ages.

Climb to the highest point that all creatures can reach since the birth of the multiverse.

Fill the vacancy of the "Throne of Heaven" that has lasted for thousands of years.

Even the old gods who have undergone mortal incarnation, even the pure-blooded humans who have studied the arcane in the black tower...

At the moment when the star cup appeared, they could not help but cast their eager eyes on it.

No creature does not desire to obtain the dreamlike star cup.

Because for any strong person who has touched the legendary realm and is qualified to sense the dynamics in the star world at this moment-

Becoming stronger, reaching a higher realm, and becoming superior to all creatures.

Such thoughts are the root that drives them forward.

But-

At this moment.

No matter how hungry they shout in their hearts, they want to take the star cup into their hands and ascend to the highest throne of heaven.

But the instinct of fear of death in the flesh of living beings drives them not to move at all.

Because, the human boy next to the star cup.

If we were to ask who is qualified to become the owner of the Star Cup, and also the owner of the throne of the sky in the new era.

Then, it is only this human who ended the Age of Gods.

…

[You have obtained a new historical legend]

[Historical legend - "The Undertaker of the Age of Gods\