Chapter 307: The Gigant Race Eliminated! The God of Giants Perishes!
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"Hooh~?"
Seeing her opponent erupt with such overwhelming force, Kirukiru Amou's own aura detonated in response!
BOOM—!
The divine energy of a true Goddess radiated furiously from her form. Her lips peeled back into a wild, ecstatic grin as the dense, boiling combat intent enveloped her entire being.
A completely unrestricted, pulse-pounding clash to the absolute death! This was the ultimate fulfillment Kirukiru Amou pursued above all else in life!
BOOM—!
RUMBLE!!!
The two colossal torrents of divine aura slammed together in mid-air, causing the very fabric of space to warp and distort violently under the sheer weight of their presence!
This display of raw, apocalyptic power left the countless mortal onlookers down below thoroughly paralyzed with awe.
But before anyone could even process the visual telemetry, Kirukiru Amou and Artosh collided once again, weaving into a blinding blur of continuous impacts!
BANG—!
BOOM—!
Collision after catastrophic collision!
The grand Divine War between these two conceptual deities had officially entered its most white-hot, volatile phase. And right at this precise moment...!
BOOM—!
Flash—!
The entire geographic structure of the planet began to vibrate violently!
The remaining tactical squads had systematically made landfall within their designated operational sectors, initiating high-intensity engagements against their respective targets!
The native mortal species of Disboard who had not yet transcended into the divine domain were gripped by absolute, unadulterated terror. Only now did they fully realize a harsh, unyielding truth: no matter how powerful a mortal managed to become, they remained nothing more than transient ants when standing before the absolute majesty of a true God!
Meanwhile, high above the atmosphere of Disboard.
Within the grand chamber of the Divine Roundtable terminal...
The three high-ranking maiden sisters of the Flugel race had now been completely reduced to their infant forms. Standing at the edge of the tabletop with immensely bitter, profoundly complicated expressions, they were currently serving tea and pouring water for Seito, Sora, and Tet.
For these newly humbled creatures, the sheer, suffocating psychological pressure of waiting upon three supreme, unreadable deities was almost too much for their minds to bear!
"This Suniaster truly is an exceptionally fascinating treasure," Seito murmured, his lips curling into a slight smirk as his gaze flicked toward the radiant, multi-faceted artifact hovering silently beside Tet.
Just a moment ago, his spatial telemetry had tracked the divine fragments of Avant Heim flying directly into its core interface.
As a God-King tier terminal capable of systematically manipulating and anchoring the foundational laws of an entire planet, the functional utility of the Suniaster was truly unparalleled.
Sitting nearby, Sora swept his eyes across the global battlefield projection, offering a calm smile. "It appears the fires of war have officially erupted across every single quadrant of Disboard."
"So, which specific deity do you think will be the very first to face absolute elimination?" Tet asked, his expression maintaining that characteristic, breezy, and entirely lighthearted smile.
He spoke of a deity's elimination, not a mortal race's eradication.
After all, to supreme entities like Seito and his companions, the survival parameters of individual mortal species carried zero weight in determining the final victor of this grand Divine War.
Standing at the edge of the table, the three miniature Flugel toddlers held their breath, trying to make themselves as inconspicuous as possible. Deities casually debating the systemic elimination of other Gods was an entirely different tier of conversation—one they knew was best ignored for the sake of their own survival.
"An absolute elimination, you say?"
Seito rested his chin in his hand, falling into a brief moment of analytical deliberation.
The query targeted a highly volatile variable. Looking strictly at the active combat logs, the War God Artosh was currently locked in a brutal war of attrition against Kirukiru Amou. Since their engagement had already reached its critical peak, a definitive conclusion would undoubtedly manifest very soon.
"There is no longer any need for projection. The first deity has already been systematically eliminated."
Sora's calm voice suddenly cut through the chamber.
Both Seito and Tet paused slightly, turning their divine gazes simultaneously toward a completely different sector of the gaming planet.
Down within the geographic boundaries of Disboard, inside the sovereign territory of the Gigant race.
An elite Fatui executive known by the operational handle " Old Twenty-Eight," who was currently deployed directly alongside Harbinger Maple, had formally initialized a high-bandwidth livestream broadcast.
Within the digital interface of the broader player community, countless users observing the Fatui Guild executing an offensive operation of this unprecedented scale were frantically flooding the chat logs with a massive cascade of comments.
[Holy crap?! Is the Fatui Guild seriously this absurdly overpowered?!]
[Good grief, my character has already stabilized at Level 80. Does that mean I'm finally cleared to migrate to the Divine Domain?]
[Bro, I strongly advise you to delete that thought immediately. The Divine Domain isn't a playground for standard casuals.]
[Exactly! Migrating there right now is completely useless. Which divine faction would you even align with? It definitely can't be an Outer God. Just look at how brutally the native deities of this planet are getting dismantled right now!]
The player base actively exchanged their strategic assessments. Although the current structure of the Divine Domain technically granted western factions a temporary window to farm and develop their stats, everyone knew it was merely a stay of execution rather than a long-term viable strategy.
Furthermore, regarding the choice of aligning with a specific divine faction...
The vast majority of independent players who had previously harbored ambitions of venturing out to carve their own paths were now completely silent on the matter.
After all, observing the absolute disparity demonstrated on Disboard, the staggering, unbridgeable chasm between the Fatui Guild and any other external faction was glaringly obvious.
[Hey Old Twenty-Eight, which specific Harbinger unit are you currently attached to?]
Seeing the prompt flash across his display, Old Twenty-Eight let out a relaxed grin.
"I am currently providing tactical support to our Eleventh Harbinger—the Goddess of the Earth, Lady Maple!"
[Whoa! The absolute thickest, most iron-clad shield in the entire Fatui roster!]
[The title 'Goddess of the Earth' truly fits her perfectly. I mean, Maple's defensive values are just utterly ridiculous!]
[To be completely honest, I accidentally crossed paths with Maple during two previous server-wide events. Let me tell you, my character couldn't even register a single point of damage through her passives. Absolute despair, man!]
[? Seriously? Doesn't the current sandbox feature specialized gear that inflicts True Damage attributes?]
[True Damage is completely irrelevant against her, bro. Maple's base offensive output is already sky-high, and word is she carries specific divine-tier items that completely nullify or absorb True Damage algorithms altogether.]
[Ah... well then...]
[As expected of a Harbinger!]
Observing the stream of comments from the player base, Old Twenty-Eight's smile broadened.
Maple stood tall as the absolute pinnacle of defensive parameters within their organization. To think she wouldn't systematically identify and patch an obvious operational exploit like True Damage was mathematically impossible.
"Alright, chat. Let us pivot the telemetry and see exactly what Goddess Maple is up to right now."
Old Twenty-Eight hadn't forgotten the primary objective behind initializing this broadcast. His core motivation today was to provide the domestic population with clear, unvarnished visual confirmation of their faction's strength.
Although Seito hadn't explicitly mandated such a directive, Old Twenty-Eight wanted the broader player base to bear witness to the absolute majesty of the Fatui Guild.
To put it plainly... it was time to flex their operational muscles!
The moment this display of absolute dominance crystallized across the networks, it would systematically extinguish any lingering thoughts independent players had of attempting to defect or align with external divine factions.
In this new era, failing to position oneself firmly behind the banner of the Fatui Guild meant allowing the relentless progression of time to systematically phase you out of the meta.
With those thoughts anchoring his resolve, Old Twenty-Eight panned the visual feed across the landscape.
All across the surrounding terrain, countless gargantuan entities of the Gigant race—each standing dozens of meters tall—had already been completely subdued. They were currently being securely marched in massive files toward the capital city of Elkia by the joint forces of the universe-tier player guilds and the disciplined legions of the Snezhnaya Empire.
These conquered species would ultimately face a collective, centralized evaluation by Seito and Tet once the War Game concluded.
The camera then smoothly transitioned to track a truly gargantuan, monumental corpse resting heavily against a shattered mountain range, its height easily measuring several hundred meters!
A dense, remarkably pure aura of divine energy still radiated from the colossal form, though the signal was steadily decaying and dissolving into the environment.
The reality was undeniable: the supreme conceptual entity of this domain—the God of Giants—had been systematically put down and executed by Maple!
Right beside the fallen deity...
Maple and Iori Kitahara were currently engaged in a highly animated, deeply peculiar conversation.
"Are you... are you seriously implying that this thing... is actually edible?!"
Iori Kitahara stared at Maple, his face completely frozen in a look of profound, absolute bewilderment.
Just a moment ago, immediately after Maple had delivered the definitive, lethal blow to the God of Giants, she had casually turned around and suggested that they should perform a culinary experiment to determine whether a divine Gigant construct possessed viable nutritional value.
The suggestion had caused Iori Kitahara's strategic mind to entirely short-circuit.
Granted, the players within this sandbox often decoupled themselves from standard human conventions, but directly consuming the remains of an ascended deity was a neurological leap he wasn't prepared for.
Exactly what kind of reality-defying logic is operating inside that girl's head?!
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