Morax! It was actually Morax! Wasn't this god of slaughter supposed to be somewhere else? How did he suddenly appear here?
The serpent god Sampurn's eyelids twitched uncontrollably. Damn it! What was going on? Was the intel wrong?
It wasn't just Sampurn. The other four gods were also struck speechless. The blazing fire god trembled all over, clearly wanting to retreat.
Fear filled the eyes of every god present. It was simple. Pure overwhelming power.
They had only dared to come because they knew Morax wasn't here. But now he was right in front of them. It was worse than eating ten tons of shit.
Sensing the foul aura around him, Morax felt a wave of disgust. He hadn't looked at anyone with such contempt in a long time.
To be honest, it felt strange.
He recognized all the gods before him. They were old acquaintances he had fought before.
He remembered how Sampurn's "anti-Morax" alliance had crumbled the moment he struck.
Among them, the Tree God, the Blazing Fire God, and the Crocodile God had been defeated and sealed.
The Blood God and the Serpent God had been killed by his hand.
Those two were no weaklings. Their remains and grudges after death were so potent that even adepti feared them, let alone mortals.
But there was a solution. Sealing the remnants away before they could spread.
It took Morax and the adepti a long time to fully resolve the problems caused by the slain gods.
At the start of the war, he had simply killed them all. But later, he learned his lesson. For most gods, he preferred sealing them to prevent their resentment from lingering.
Easier said than done. Sealing a dead god wasn't simple, but it wasn't impossible. It could succeed or fail.
But this time, Morax wouldn't let such mistakes happen again. Imprisonment was their best fate.
...
"Greetings, everyone. It's been a while." Morax's voice was cold, each word heavy with pressure.
None of the five gods answered. They didn't know what to say. They only wanted to escape.
Fight Morax head-on? Don't be foolish. This was the god of slaughter.
Seeing their expressions, Morax shook his head. His voice was calm, but his words spelled doom.
"Before arriving, I set up a Geo confinement formation. You can forget about running for now."
Even a god as powerful as Morax had often been frustrated by fleeing enemies during the war. They would fight and then run away.
So to prevent that, he created the Geo confinement formation—a trap built around his Geo power, designed to keep gods from escaping.
"Morax, you coward!" Sampurn roared, his fear turning to fury. If there was no escape, they would have to fight.
The other gods realized it too. This battle was unavoidable. Only by joining forces could they hope to survive.
Morax crossed his arms, unafraid. Their power wasn't enough to worry him.
Even after a thousand years of erosion, his current strength was beyond any god of this era.
Enough talk.
In the next moment, Morax's body radiated golden light. He floated high above, like an absolute ruler looking down at ants.
"Hold!" He spoke calmly, and the earth trembled once more.
Massive Geo spears and meteors rained down from the heavens. The deafening sound pierced eardrums, and the immense pressure threatened to crush everyone.
The five gods, already prepared for a desperate stand, scrambled to defend themselves.
But it was all futile.
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A Hundred Miles Away
After taking Guizhong away, the three Yakshas retreated rapidly. Once they found a relatively safe spot, they stopped.
They were on a high mountain. The trees and flowers here had long withered, but in this chaotic era, they couldn't worry about that.
Bonanus pulled a pill from the system shop and fed it to Guizhong, then used her elemental power to treat her.
Don't worry, this wasn't the same pill she had given Xiao. After that incident, she had learned to read the instructions before buying anything from the shop.
Still, every pill seemed to have side effects. As the saying goes: every medicine has its poison.
This one would cause temporary blurred vision, but it would fade once the medicine took effect. Nothing serious.
"Cough... how did you all get here? And Morax..." Guizhong leaned against a dead tree, barely holding herself up, her voice hoarse.
She couldn't believe what was happening. Morax had gone off to campaign elsewhere. How was he here now?
She felt like she was dreaming, and a seed of fear took root in her heart.
If this was just a hallucination conjured in her final moments, it would be worse than death itself.
Feeling her trembling body and her fear, Bonanus spoke gently.
"Lady Guizhong, don't be afraid. This is all real. We're here to save you. Look, Rex Lapis is avenging you."
She pointed toward the distant battlefield. Seeing anything from a hundred miles away was difficult, but since Morax was responsible for that commotion, it was obvious.
Even from a distance, you couldn't miss it.
"Thank goodness..." Guizhong's voice shook. She rubbed her reddened eyes. Morax had been there all along.
Bonanus continued to clean Guizhong's face with a damp cloth while treating her with elemental energy.
"How is she?" Bosacius looked toward the distant battlefield, then turned to Bonanus.
"With my special medicine, she'll recover soon. It just takes some time." Bonanus replied without looking up.
"Good." Bosacius nodded quietly. Watching Guizhong brought back memories.
Back in the days of Guili Plains, the five of them had helped seal Guizhong's remains with Rex Lapis and the other adepti.
Guizhong had always been warm and welcoming, so she was close to all the adepti. Saving her made Bosacius genuinely happy.
"Where's Alatus?" Bonanus asked, puzzled. She hadn't taken her eyes off the scene, but she could clearly feel Xiao was no longer nearby.
"I sent him to higher ground to keep watch. He'll warn us if any enemies or dark forces come near." Bosacius sat down cross-legged.
"Cough, cough." Guizhong's coughing interrupted their conversation. Her throat felt itchy, and she couldn't help it.
Though the coughing aggravated her injuries, she could clearly feel her wounds healing.
Her dim eyes grew brighter. She gazed intently at the distant battlefield, unwilling to look away.