Chapter 85: The Fall of the Evil Gods

"It's that giant god."

"Yes, indeed it is."

"That vicious bastard is finally dead."

"In the past, it was his followers who delighted in committing horrifying murders, often slaughtering entire villages. Now that bastard is finally reaping the consequences."

"These evil gods invaded our world and wanted to destroy it. They deserve to die."

"Indeed, they deserve to die."

Everyone spoke indignantly.

"Then when we launch a world war, won't we also become invaders?" Someone glanced at Gune not far away and said quietly.

"The essence is the same; it's just that our methods are less ugly!" After a long pause, someone said blandly.

"But the nature of this world has always been like this, hasn't it?" Another retorted.

"Heh heh..."

The others chuckled softly. Who could say otherwise?

These powerhouses were all shrewd, seeing things clearly.

"These fellows seem to have some criticism of my ways," Gune thought to himself.

"To be honest, I have no intention of invading other worlds. I just set up the Blood Dream Arena to recruit more vassal forces and acquire more resources."

At that moment, an old man in scholar's robes spoke softly.

"Actually, if worlds merely establish dimensional channels for communication, engage in trade and resource exchange, without absorbing each other, it doesn't necessarily constitute invasion."

When the old man said this, many people turned to look at him.

"In some ancient texts, related topics have been raised, discussing a framework for balance between worlds."

"Dimensional channels themselves are pathways for communication at the world level."

"But once a channel is established, you can't be sure I won't invade, and I can't be sure you won't counter-invade. A chain of suspicion naturally forms."

"Even if both sides communicate and exchange resources, once one side grows strong, there's no guarantee it won't launch an attack."

"An ideal state would be both sides only exchanging resources and information, benefiting each other."

"In reality, however, established dimensional channels are almost always deemed as invasions."

"Therefore, many gods of transcendent worlds only communicate with the outside themselves, reluctant to easily establish channels for communication. On one hand, it's to maintain their dominion over their own world; on the other, it's to prevent invasion by more powerful gods."

Someone then asked.

"Senior Abate, if a divine envoy becomes a god, they still need to care about the number of believers in their own transcendent world and maintain faith. It's understandable that they don't establish communication channels with the outside world."

"But what about ancestral spirit powerhouses? They don't need believers in their own world. They should be able to establish communication channels with the outside world, right?"

"Of course. But the problem is, if you're an ancestral spirit powerhouse, growing stronger day by day, your own world offers no faith power, and even the entire transcendent world is of no help to you. Would you still stay in this world, painstakingly managing world-group channels?"

The scholar named Abate said this.

That person was momentarily stunned.

Divine envoy gods need stability and avoid communication with the outside.

As for ancestral spirits and saint positions, they don't need their own world, and they certainly won't waste effort building dimensional channels for communication. Isn't it better to go to a large transcendent world?

"Indeed," Gune nodded inwardly.

For those powerful gods, after advancement, heading to a more formidable world is a good plan.

As for Gune at present, he was only at the saint realm. It was best to develop steadily step by step in Gulongtan, cultivating a batch of Blood Dream Arena forces of his own.

Establishing the Blood Dream World system.

Only then could he, when he grew stronger in the future, expand to more worlds.

Amid the murmuring discussions of the crowd,

several minutes had passed.

Then everyone looked in one direction again.

Another dazzling, colorful divine power bloomed and then faded.

Another god had fallen.

It was the Mother Goddess of the Human-Faced Flower.

Sensing the death of the Mother Goddess of the Human-Faced Flower, Gune narrowed his eyes.

"With the Mother Goddess of the Human-Faced Flower dead, Meersha and the others won't escape either. When this is over, it's about time to eliminate Meersha."

"I might not even need to act; the members of the Transcendent Association will continuously hunt down the remnants of the evil gods."

"But Meersha still needs to be dealt with by my own hand."

After waiting a little longer,

Boom—

An exceptionally surging divine power burst forth, dazzling and colorful.

Everyone who sensed the eruption of divine power tensed up.

Gune also frowned deeply.

"That divine power eruption is too powerful. I'm afraid there will be casualties."

"We'll know the result soon."

At that moment, many powerhouses of the Transcendent Association felt a surge of relief.

All three evil gods were finally dead.

Over the past hundred years or so,

the invasion of the Oya Continent,

the evil gods and the Southern Church that had caused massive destruction—now, with the death of the Shepherd God, they were finally completely extinguished.

An indescribable,奇妙 emotion stirred in everyone's heart.

"The era of the Church and the invasion of the evil gods has finally passed, and the entire Oya Continent will usher in a new age of steam machinery."

Gune thought to himself.

With the death of the Shepherd God, everyone felt relieved.

The battle that had spread across the continent was over.

Members of the Transcendent Association and the many powerhouses who had come to assist began to gather here.

After about seven or eight minutes,

the Transcendent Association members had gradually arrived.

Every returning powerhouse of the Transcendent Association had smiles on their faces.

Clearly, they all knew this battle was a victory, a new chapter rewriting the history of the Oya Continent.

"Gune."

Murand flew over.

"Senior."

"In a few days, there will be an important meeting about some issues after this battle, as well as the expansion of the Oya Continent you mentioned earlier." Murand lowered his voice.

"I know," Gune nodded.

After this battle, the three northern empires faced no further obstacles.

The division of the vast southern territories, as well as the northern regions, the deep ocean, and other continental territories, would have to be discussed at the negotiating table. Victory meant dividing the spoils.

Everyone waited a little longer.

The foreign powerhouses from all directions gradually returned.

Beruka and the others were the last to return.

As soon as he flew back, Beruka bowed to Gune and said,

"Lord Gune, the three evil gods have been slain by us on the spot."

"What about casualties?" Gune asked.

"Two fell in the final self-destruction of the evil god called the Shepherd God," Beruka replied.

Gune nodded slightly upon hearing this. Death was inevitable.

"I will compensate the factions to which the deceased belonged."

Then, Gune's gaze swept over the many foreign powerhouses and said loudly, "You have come from afar to help our Oya Continent slay the evil gods and destroy the Southern Church. For this victory, please rest in our Oya Continent for a few days. After a celebratory banquet, you may leave."

With Gune saying so, Beruka and the others naturally found it hard to refuse.

"Then thank you, Lord Gune."