Chapter 100: The Descent of the Three Deities

The man pinned under Dismask’s foot spat blood, a mocking smile curling his lips as he looked up at him. “You don’t really think it’s over just like this, do you?”

“The battle has only just begun!”

“Gods, please send down divine punishment to chastise this blasphemer before you!”

His voice rang out loudly, and suddenly the air across the battlefield grew heavy, as if infused with some extraordinary presence.

“Dismask, get out of the way!” Rigel of Orion shouted from nearby.

Clearly, another divine envoy had arrived.

Yet Dismask ignored the warning, swiftly lifting his foot and stomping down hard on the man’s head.

If he could kill this man, the divine descent would be interrupted.

But this was Dismask’s first time facing such a situation, and he had underestimated the speed with which a god’s will could possess a mortal.

Once divine descent began, it was impossible to interrupt.

Thud!

The foot encased in golden armor came down with a heavy impact, but no blood splattered. It was as if his foot had struck an impenetrable barrier, unable to crush the man’s head.

Immediately, an overwhelmingly terrifying aura burst forth from beneath his foot.

“Blasphemer, die!”

With a fierce roar, a tremendous force slammed into the sole of his foot.

Bang!

Before this Cancer Gold Saint could even regain his senses, he was flung backward.

“I am the God of Thunder and Lightning! Face judgment, mortal!” The man rose rigidly from the ground, shrouded in a gray mist that crackled intermittently with blue arcs of electricity.

“This is bad,” Rigel of Orion said grimly, adopting a defensive stance.

From the northwest of the divine realm, Yin Seventeen and his companion had just returned beneath the pyramid when they sensed two more terrifying and majestic auras emerging to the northeast and due south.

“Two more gods?” Even the usually composed Mayura could not help but exclaim in surprise.

Each god represented at least an opponent of seventh sense power. Three gods meant three such enemies.

Facing such a coalition, the difficulty of this campaign escalated exponentially.

Fortunately, their expedition force included three Gold Saints and two Silver Saints who had attained the seventh sense, totaling five warriors at this level of power. Victory was not entirely impossible.

Yet what shocked Yin Seventeen was not only the arrival of three gods but the identity of the god atop the pyramid.

The deity, wearing a feathered crown with golden wavy hair and a gentle, elder sister-like demeanor, was no ordinary god—it was Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent of Aztec mythology.

She was the goddess of Venus, of life, and of wisdom, also known as the Sun Goddess because she had once taken the form of the sun. No wonder her cultists called her the God of Light.

The title was well deserved.

With so many grand divine roles, her strength was unquestionable.

Among Aztec gods, she ranked among the highest, rivaled only by primordial creator deities.

If placed alongside the Olympian gods, only a few like Zeus could match her power; even Athena might pale in comparison.

This elder sister was far from the delicate figure she appeared to be.

At last, Yin Seventeen understood why the image of the giant’s armor on Mount Wulao shone with such dazzling sunlight—it was a sign of Quetzalcoatl’s arrival.

“Lord Arudiba, are you alright?” After her surprise, Mayura quickly found the Taurus Gold Saint trapped in a pit beneath the pyramid.

“I’m fine, just a minor injury,” Arudiba replied, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth, waving it off casually as he slowly climbed out.

But the shattered golden bracer on his wrist told a different story.

That was no ordinary armor—it was Gold Cloth.

Even those who had mastered the seventh sense found it difficult to damage the Gold Cloth.

Yet the divine will possessing the god atop the pyramid had shattered Arudiba’s bracer with a mere touch.

His power was terrifying beyond measure.

If the deity’s true form were to descend, what unimaginable horror would that unleash?

No matter what, he had to prevent the enemy from opening the divine passageway today.

Otherwise, the entire world would be engulfed in the dreadful shadow of divine warfare.

“Lord Arudiba, here!” Yin Seventeen approached Taurus, extending his left hand.

In his open palm floated a perfectly round droplet of water, restrained by his psychic power.

“What is this?” Arudiba stared intently at the god on the pyramid, hesitating to take it.

Using his sixth sense, he could perceive that the water droplet was special.

To avoid being overheard by Quetzalcoatl, Yin Seventeen whispered telepathically, “It’s moonlight nectar collected by the giant’s armor. It can heal your wounds.”

He had seen the broken bracer on Arudiba’s wrist and the blood at his mouth’s corner.

There was no doubt the strong warrior was hurt.

“My wounds are fine. Keep it for now; it might save someone else,” Arudiba said without turning, eyes fixed steadily on the deity above.

Whether confident or indifferent, Quetzalcoatl made no move to attack.

She calmly manipulated stones atop the pyramid with her cosmic power, assembling a throne and seating herself upon it, smiling gently at the three below.

Though she did nothing, the weight of her presence pressed heavily on Arudiba’s mind.

She was so composed it extinguished any hope of victory without battle.

Yet even so, he had no intention of retreating.

As a Gold Saint, one of the strongest mortals, if he backed down, who else could stand against them?

At that moment, Quetzalcoatl smiled and addressed them.

“I do not delight in slaughtering the weak. If you stand still and do not move, I may spare your lives.”

As a god, she looked down upon mortals like grains of sand.

Even Gold Saints were merely slightly more special grains.

For a deity to bother with sand was beneath them.

Arudiba stepped forward, resolute.

“Thank you for your mercy, but guarding the earth is our duty. I apologize.”

“So, you insist on striking me, do you?” Quetzalcoatl rose from her throne, her face not angry but eager.

She was a fiercely warlike goddess.