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Therefore, figuring out how to enter the city became a major headache for these saints. The chief, going to extremes, even used magic to seal off the entire city's sewers, now diverting all the city's wastewater outlets directly into the water elemental plane.

Of course, if they really wanted to, these saints could break in, but that would undoubtedly deplete their strength. Right now, every wisp of their power is incredibly precious. After all, they've lost their divine kingdom and divine status, and with their faith network severed, they lack the support of faith power. Add to that a bunch of ambitious people constantly deceiving those naive and simple farmers, using pitchforks and dung pitchforks to flatten their temples and priests… life is simply unbearable.

Therefore, they cherish this opportunity. If they are lucky, they may be able to turn the tide and re-establish their faith's authority, and perhaps even become a powerful and influential nation that directly controls this material world.

Unfortunately, although these guys were all eyeing that side, none of them were willing to do the work for others; they only thought about sneaking around and stabbing others in the back so that they could enjoy wealth and glory all by themselves.

Just now, there was a Mara who volunteered to go up and act as a tank, but after Mara was intercepted, the rest of them cowered in the back and, for the first time ever, prayed to the gods that their teammates should quickly go up and draw fire, hoping to get all the enemy's ultimate skills on them.

Well, perhaps at this point, that GM is also preoccupied with his own problems.

After the monkey finally drove all the gods to their deaths or forced them to submit, it finally found the GM access portal and is now eagerly preparing to open it. Meanwhile, outside the world, the monkey's true form, a colossal monkey that has transformed into a 90,000-foot-tall being, wields an equally enlarged golden cudgel and glares menacingly.

Similarly, Charles finally managed to rebuild the magic network and turned this broken thing into an electronic network... Then Charles had a flash of inspiration and thought of a good idea. This broken thing was too slow and had no future. Even upgrading and maintaining its operation required a lot of effort, which was simply not worth it.

If that's the case, why not switch to a different server?

Speaking of servers, is there any central server better than Yogurt Bubble? It seems not. The hardworking and diligent Yogurt Bubble, even in terms of the speed of its thought processes, far surpasses MiBiao by countless miles. Not to mention, as the universal network of the Void Gods, the Yogurt Bubble server connects to countless worlds.

Although most of those worlds were left in a mess after being visited by evil gods, not every world was a dead end.

Sure enough, no matter how you look at it, the future looks incredibly bright.

Just as the monkey was about to go and beat someone up, Xia Er was remotely contacting the Yogurt Bubble server, planning to hand over the modified magic network terminal to the Yogurt Bubble agent and also ask them to optimize the terrible WiFi speed.

As for what the spellcasters will think from now on, shouldn't they be grateful to the selfless Charles? You know, following the goddess of magic is a dead end, while following Yogurt Bubble is a bright and promising future. Tons of knowledge and truth are waiting for you otaku to explore, so what's there to be unhappy about?

Even from now on, they can use Yogurt Bubble Internet to chat with their colleagues in the other world via QQ or WeChat, and talk about what it feels like to 'bathe' in the ocean of knowledge, and whether they feel refreshed and invigorated.

Of course, whether these mages who are starting to switch to blue bars will have to use SANA values ​​to cast spells in the future is none of Sharl's business.

That said, if you're determined to explore the truth, shouldn't you be prepared to take some minor, albeit insignificant, risks? As the saying goes, you get what you pay for. Knowledge gained at the risk of a fatal blow is roughly equivalent to proof obtained by injuring yourself in an experiment. Moreover, the former is more accurate, while the latter may not even be accurate.

Besides, in this world, it's not only mages who are passionate about exploring and embracing 'truth'.

Look at those 'intelligent' mind flayers and benthic fish, aren't they all tagging @Sherlock, enthusiastically hoping to join the evil god's consortium as volunteer temporary workers, willing to contribute their strength to the nuclear peace and SANA value reduction of many worlds, whether it's working hard without complaint or being a slave, these are all negotiable.

Yes, that's right, we can talk about it.

As long as they aren't turned into something like stir-fried squid with ghost peppers or braised fish with ghost peppers, it's all negotiable. They swear in the name of the Mindflayer Mastermind and the Benthic Demon Fish Elder that they are genuinely willing to return to the Cthulhu Corporation family.

It's worth noting that one of them seems to be connected to a guy who was hit by a ship more than once, while the other was born from an ancient evil creature, which in turn is related to an evil god.

To be honest, we were all one family five hundred years ago.

672. The Smart Man and the Husky

The saints who were praying to the GM were clearly wasting their time, because no matter how much they prayed, their colleagues wouldn't immediately become brain-dead and stupid. Even if they were quite happy for their colleagues to become brain-dead and stupid, if everyone thought that way, everyone would actually become smart.

When intelligent people gather together, they often fail to solve problems because they all intend to let others die so they can finish them off. Thus, an awkward situation arises: Voban and Mara are locked in a fierce battle, two colossal beasts roaring and tearing at each other, while lightning continuously strikes from the sky. Meanwhile, the lurking saints, adhering to the principle of "I get the benefits, others die," have turned a perfectly good siege into a stealth operation. They watch indifferently as the carnage unfolds, silently praying to the GM that their comrades will quickly become idiots.

Are these guys overthinking things?!

Of course, while these overthinking individuals firmly adhered to the principle of "if the enemy doesn't move, I won't move," some people simply weren't on the same wavelength. Just as these sages were quietly lying in wait, the belated golden husky finally arrived.

"Huh, the old man is actually fighting!" Looking at the two giant beasts' ambitious battle in the distance, Tony was filled with emotion. "It's not easy! It's been a long time since I've seen the old man like this... Hmm, how long have we guys been here? Hmm... Never mind!" Although Tony wouldn't mind stealing some of Voban's prey normally, he couldn't now, since there were still many guys lurking around, planning to take advantage of the situation.

This wasn't something Tony discovered himself; it was the [Godslayer Sword] in his hand that told him. Max, the God of Thieves who had already given up and was now utterly despondent, but adhering to the principle that if he couldn't have a good life, no one else could either, he simply betrayed all his comrades.

"So, there's quite a bit of prey here!" Tony muttered, rubbing his chin. "In that case, the old man won't have anything to say. Whoever gets it keeps it." With a chuckle, Tony reached for the [Godslayer Sword] and immediately left, following the path Max had indicated, charging towards the nearest target.

Meanwhile, Van de Veenforsper, the god of art and reptiles with meager divine power, was carefully concealing himself, watching the battle between Voban and Mara in the distance with cold sweat dripping down his face, trying his best to hide his presence. This weakling now deeply regretted getting involved in this mess, or rather, he realized that his initial decision to rush in for a share of the spoils upon hearing of the appearance of a god, driven by unbearable weakness, was a grave mistake.

In his current state, let alone fighting against other Saints in better condition, he's probably only slightly stronger than an average Legend. He might not even be able to defeat a Legendary powerhouse. Given the current situation, he'd be lucky to avoid being wiped out, let alone get any scraps.

Considering this, the weakling was filled with regret. He chose to conceal his aura and slowly retreat, intending to leave without looking back. After all, a saint could survive for a long time, and he had plenty of time to lie low and develop. There was no need to do such a foolish thing that would only bring him trouble.

However, it seems that he regretted it too late.

Just as this weakling retreated a short distance, he suddenly felt a deadly danger approaching. When he subconsciously turned around to look back, he was shocked to find a sword light soaring into the sky and falling with the force to cleave everything in its path.

"Wait, I..." Before Van der Weinforsper could even utter a word of pleading, the sword light that had been locked onto him came crashing down. With undeniable sharpness, Van der Weinforsper didn't even have time to activate a spatial spell to escape before he was sliced ​​in two from top to bottom.

Before his consciousness faded into darkness, he saw a familiar figure—a sword. He recognized the sword; it was the [Godslayer Sword]. "Max, you…" Sadly, he didn't even have the last strength to utter a curse before fading into the darkness.

"Hmm...so weak!" Tony scratched his face as he looked at Van de Weinforthpeer, whose body was beginning to disintegrate after being killed by his sword. "It was just a greeting, how could he be so weak!"

'That's Van de Vyrnforth, the god of art and reptiles, a piece of trash whose presence is practically nonexistent.' Max's listless voice came from the [Godslayer Sword]. 'He probably couldn't even beat a slightly stronger legendary mortal now. I really don't know what this idiot is doing here...'

"What a weak god!" Tony exclaimed after hearing Max's words. "So even among the gods, there are counterfeit products. I've really learned something new."

'Yeah! ...Hehehe...' What could Max say about this? He was almost exactly in the category of counterfeit and shoddy products, and whether it was just his imagination or not, he no longer knew if being a weapon was more promising than being a god.

"But it was just a greeting, well, never mind..." Tony laughed heartily, looking at the other saints who had revealed their auras because of his sudden interruption. "Let's make a scene and send off the gods present!"

At this moment, everyone in this area felt the terrifying sword light from before, and also felt that a colleague had just fallen. This stunned all the saints; before they knew it, they had found themselves embarrassingly exposed.

What's even more awkward is that everyone else is the same.

But this awkward situation was soon interrupted... Tony began chanting the power of words once again, and this time, guided by Max, who was skeptical of God's birth, he locked onto a deity once more.

Shagas, the orc god of ambush with low divine power.

Because they were traveling together, Max easily found where Shaggs was hiding. Then came the incantation, "I will not allow anything I cannot cut to exist. This sword can cleave and sever everything on earth. It is an invincible blade." As the incantation rang out, Tony aimed at Shaggs's location and once again swung the Godslayer Sword in his hand.

Boom!!!

A burst of sword energy erupted once more, hurtling towards Shagesi at an unimaginable speed.

At this moment, the orc god of ambush, sensing the threat of death, hurriedly revealed himself from his hiding place and frantically dodged to the side. Just after he ran away from his position, a sword aura fell, cleaving the earth and creating a bottomless chasm hundreds of meters long.

Before Shagos could catch his breath, Tony charged at him like a cannonball, laughing as he swung his Godslayer Sword at him, forcing the saint to raise his short sword to parry Tony's powerful strike.

673. The Saint Who Died for Himself

Just as Tony barged in, killing the weak god of art and reptiles, Van de Vyrnforthpe, with a single sword strike, and then forcing out and entangled the orc god of dark attacks, Shagos, with another sword strike, the other saints also discovered the situation here.

In that short time, the exposed Saints quickly exchanged information. Since everyone had been forced to reveal themselves, they couldn't afford to try and finish them off. The more astute among them secretly formed an alliance and quickly finalized an agreement.

The agreement was that they would not wage war against each other, but would jointly be the first to breach the city, kill the deities who were entering a crucial stage of their ascension, extract their divinity, and devour their souls. As for who would gain something and who wouldn't, that would depend on their individual abilities.

So, while Shagos was being brutally beaten by Tony, the remaining saints rushed out and charged towards the city that the red-robed mages had sealed off.

Sventam and Gweilun-Storm charged ahead. Both possessing weak divine power and skilled in melee combat, one wielded a heavy mace and the other a two-handed greatsword.

Soon, the two of them were met with a barrage of spells from the red-robed guards. Of course, ordinary magic was completely ineffective against saints. Even as saints, their willpower was strong enough to distort reality. When they couldn't break through the rules of this distorted reality, most attacks would have no effect on them.

Behind them was Lira, the goddess now wielding the Shadow Sword that originally belonged to Sandalor. Having absorbed all of Sandalor's power, her strength had surged, making her arguably the best-restored saint besides Mara. She was currently basking in her own glory, following behind Seventam and Gailun-Storm, secretly plotting to betray them and stab them in the back later.

But before she could actually put this idea into practice, a familiar figure suddenly rushed over.

"Lira!!!" A figure filled with intense resentment and rage charged forward—it was Sandakor, resurrected as a ghost by Voban through his power to warp reality. Now, this former god of travel and exploration, having lost almost all his power, lunged at Lira with outstretched arms, like a vengeful spirit. "You worthless piece of trash, die!"

"How is this possible!" Lierla's face twisted in disbelief. She couldn't believe what she was seeing; Sandaker had been killed by her sneak attack. And she had drained all his power; logically, he shouldn't be able to revive. With a scream, the goddess swung the Shadow Sword that had once belonged to Sandaker, thrusting it towards him.

Unexpectedly, when faced with this sword, Sandakor didn't even try to dodge. He simply opened his chest and let the divine weapon that originally belonged to him pierce through him and emerge from his body.

He had no power to stop this divine weapon, nor did he need to. To Lierla's astonishment, Sandakor grinned savagely and struggled forward, allowing the Shadow Sword to pierce him completely. At the same time, his hands shot out with lightning speed, grabbing Lierla.

"Ahhh, what are you doing? Let go, let go of me..." Lierla screamed and struggled desperately, but Sandakor was faster than this god who was not good at fighting, and directly grabbed her neck.

"Betrayal and ambush, you bastard, die today!" Sandakor shouted with extreme hatred. Then, Lira was horrified to find that her hands were absorbed by the Shadow Sword and could not be released. At the same time, countless cracks appeared on the Shadow Sword, a two-handed greatsword, and golden light emerged from these cracks.

"No, you, what are you going to do!"

"I'll die with you..." Sandakor roared through gritted teeth. "You think that by taking all my power and my weapons, everything I have will belong to you? You delusional woman, die together!" As soon as he finished speaking, the golden light on the Shadow Sword suddenly surged, and then the light rose up with a powerful explosion.

The pillar of light that shot into the sky was the divine power that Sandarkor had detonated, originally residing in the Shadow Sword. This god, enslaved by Voban, ignited all his soul and poured it into his artifact, setting off a divine power bomb.

The explosion's brilliance pierced the sky, unleashing a violent storm and a devastating earthquake, completely obliterating Lierla's figure.

The explosion also affected others. Sventam and Gweilun-Storm, who had initially rushed to the front, immediately stopped and began to resist the blast's impact. Meanwhile, in the city, a massive magical barrier was erected, struggling to stabilize the city and withstand the divine radiation from the explosion. The red-robed mages, who had prepared contingency plans beforehand, were fortunate enough to withstand the blast's effects.

However, there were still unlucky ones. Milir, the goddess of chanting with weak divine power, who was not far from Lierla and following behind her, was unfortunately caught in the explosion. This king of songs with weak divine power was completely unable to resist Sandakor's self-destruction. In addition, the distance was too close, and he did not have time to react. So he was also engulfed in the light of the explosion along with Lierla.

After the explosion ended... the scene became awkward once again. The explosion did affect everyone. Apart from Voban and Mara, who were already fighting fiercely, even Tony and Shagos, who were further away, were affected by the shockwave and temporarily stopped fighting to resist the impact of the explosion.

But has anyone calculated how many saints are left?

Lari, Ushiga, Vilko, and Vande-Vienforsper were killed, while Sandakor's self-destruction swept Lira and Milir into the blast. Adding to this the already escaped Urotiru and Max, who became the [Godslayer Sword] and was bound to Tony… it seems that of the original thirteen saints, only Mara, Seventam, Gyllen-Storm, and Shagas remain.

Of the thirteen saints, one escaped, and another was 'betrayed'. Apart from Vilko and Van de Veenforsper, who were killed by Voban and Tony respectively, they basically all killed each other. Oh, right, if Vilko hadn't fought Urutiru to a standstill, he wouldn't have been so easily killed by Voban.

When they came to their senses, Mara was still locked in a fierce battle with Voban, and Shagos had been slashed down by Tony's sword again, struggling to resist the [Godslayer Sword] in Tony's hand. Only Siventham and Gweilun-Storm still had the energy to attack the city.

Originally, the thirteen saints working together could have easily leveled this city, but after a period of infighting, they, who were initially in the lead, have now become the underdogs, leaving Sventam and Gweilun-Storm in an extremely awkward position.

However, even more trouble was yet to come. Just as the two saints were contemplating whether to continue, the red-robed mages, who had recovered from the divine power self-destruction, immediately seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and the light of the Great Destruction Spell reappeared.

674. The Inhumane Great Bankruptcy Art

If there is any spell in this world that truly incurs the wrath of both gods and men, then it is undoubtedly the infamous Great Bankruptcy Spell. Its real name is the Mad Duncan Disintegration Spell, also known as the Great Disintegration Spell, a spell that truly attracts the hatred of the wealthy and powerful.

Of course, this spell is of a very high level. Ordinary people would never even see it, let alone among mages. No one below the level of a grand mage would have any chance of even coming into contact with it.

Theoretically, this spell has no lethality. The reason for this is that if it were cast and hit someone, it would only obliterate all defensive spells, barriers, and obviously valuable weapons and equipment... As for whether the target's underwear would also be obliterated, well... probably no one has ever tested that!

In the past, even legendary mages rarely used this spell. It was rare for a spell that was both aggro-inducing and difficult to cast to appear in the spell slots of legendary mages.

Unless this legendary figure is about to go and fight someone else, then it's a different story.

Normally, these legendary figures wouldn't waste a precious spell slot to memorize a spell that looks anti-human and anti-social. To put it bluntly, even a world-destroying forbidden spell probably wouldn't be as hated as this one.

However, this spell is indeed very useful, so useful against those self-important rich people and their supposedly invincible equipment. In such cases, a simple major bankruptcy spell will reduce their so-called equipment and defenses to dust.

It really is anti-human and anti-social!

In this world where the spell slot system has collapsed, it seems that many standards have changed in secret. At least now, casting Bankruptcy no longer has the restriction of spell slots—does this mean that Bankruptcy will become rampant in the future?

As for this, the two saints now facing more than a dozen major bankruptcy spells have no idea. When they saw that terrifying light flash, both Sventam and Gweilun-Storm were immediately startled and jumped up.

They had no desire to experience the spell firsthand. Their confidence in withstanding a barrage of magic was solely due to their saintly status, granting them natural immunity to many spells and extremely high resistance. But no one knew whether the Great Destruction spell could truly strip away their magic and physical resistance.

Not to mention, they are holding their own weapons! What they have in their hands are genuine divine artifacts, or rather, the only weapons they can use comfortably. In this situation, if they were to be hit by that tiny chance, even divine artifacts would be reduced to a pile of dust in the face of the Great Bankruptcy Spell.

Thinking of this, the two saints cursed inwardly, cursing the heartless and insane mage who not only developed this monstrous thing but also managed to circulate it.

After all, they were saints, and the kind of saints with sufficient combat power. Before the light of the Great Bankruptcy Spell could even envelop them, these two saints displayed incredibly skillful movement, their Z-shaped movements were so smooth that they created a series of afterimages, preventing the antisocial terrorists who were preparing to unleash the Great Bankruptcy Spell from accurately aiming.

Unfortunately, it didn't work...

As mentioned before, the inhumane system of spell slots is dead; everyone's a mana-bar mage now. And since we're mana-bar mages, besides noticing the increased difficulty of casting spells, we'll also find that the limit on the number of spells cast has been removed. Previously, a mage who could cast Great Bankruptcy couldn't possibly replace every single one of their level 9 spell slots with Great Bankruptcy; however, now, if these archmages wanted, they could use all their mana to cast Great Bankruptcy.