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If you miss the first shot, no problem, just fire a second one.

If you can't hit anything, then just use the mage's best-knockout technique.

This rendered Sventam and Gailn Storm's skillful maneuvering useless; they were still hit by the Great Bankruptcy spell. It's worth noting that that extremely small probability occurred twice in a row. This means that both the Heavy Spikehead-Poison Sting and the Two-Handed Greatsword-Heart of Flame, after flashing a dim light, emitted cracking sounds. Then, cracks appeared on the hammer and sword, and in a flash, they turned into two piles of scrap metal.

“Mortals, how dare you do this!” Sventam and Gweilun-Storm’s expressions changed drastically, anger and shame welling up in their hearts. “You are blaspheming the gods, you heretics who deserve to die and be stuffed into the Wall of the Unbelievers.”

However, no matter how furious the two were, it was to no avail. According to the original setting, mortals who destroyed divine artifacts would be punished, but it seemed that this rule no longer applied. Thus, after a period of rage, the two saints found themselves in an awkward situation. They had originally intended to use the connection from the artifact's destruction to curse the archmage who had used the Great Bankruptcy spell. Even in their current dire straits, cursing an archmage to make him wish he were dead was still within their power.

But the fact that nothing happened told them they were overthinking it.

"Why!" Guilun-Storm roared angrily, his face grim. "Why is my power not working? What's going on?!"

Sventam didn't speak, but judging from the even darker look on his face, he was also puzzled, angry, and confused.

Meanwhile, the archmages among the red-robed mages who had just used the Great Bankruptcy spell were now surprised to find that they did not seem to have been punished for destroying the artifact. One by one, they fell into deep academic contemplation.

But the other red-robed figures were different! They had witnessed the destruction of the two saints' artifacts and had been ravaged by several major bankruptcy spells. Under such circumstances, how could they not kick a man when he was down? Subsequently, an even more frenzied barrage of spells erupted. After all, it was the era of mana bars, and during this time, these red-robed figures had quickly become accustomed to this casting mechanism. On their side, they had nothing more than a far greater number of formally trained mages through a brutal elimination system.

In other parts of the Material World, a mage capable of casting fifth-circle spells is already incredibly powerful, practically a regional leader. But here in the Red Robes, being able to cast fifth-circle spells only signifies that you've successfully graduated from your apprenticeship; you no longer need to worry about becoming some Red Robe mage's experimental subject. Therefore, compared to other regions, the Red Robes far surpass the normal average level of spellcasters in both quantity and quality—only the now-destroyed Silvermoon City can compare.

Tomorrow at dawn

675. Final Chapter (Part 1)

If we're talking about why this happened, the artifact was destroyed, yet the person who destroyed it went unpunished, and the artifact's owners, Sventam and Gweilun-Storm, were unable to use their power to curse the legal beings who destroyed it.

So we have to start from somewhere else. Generally speaking, no matter how chaotic the outside world is, the material world benefits from the protection of its inherent rules of repulsion, which prevents most powerful individuals from remaining there. This protects the material world, but it also restricts the transmission of information from outer planes into it.

It's like something that happened in the endless abyss. On the surface, it's a battle royale game, but in reality, it's a story of the Zerg crushing the demons with an unlimited population limit. Basically, almost no one in the material world knows about it.

Therefore, news from the material world is often delayed. Furthermore, the descent of a saint and the possibility of god-slaying have stirred up considerable excitement among the greedy and ambitious, plunging the material world into a series of internal conflicts and preventing it from paying attention to what is happening outside.

How to put it? While a group of saints were outwitting and battling mortals in the Prime Material World, the monkey's avatar in the Pantheon forcefully annihilated all the powerful gods unwilling to relinquish their power, forcing the last remaining mid-level gods to flee to the Prime Material World. Adding to this was the massive collapse of the magic network, which was subsequently contracted out to the Yogurt Bubble server by Charles.

This resulted in the complete disappearance of the true barrier preventing the original entity from entering this world. The multi-faceted dice rule, which was under the control of the GM, within the core rules of this world, was declared obsolete. Consequently, all subordinate or derived settings based on this multi-faceted dice rule were either weakened or completely destroyed.

This is why the archmage who cast the spell to destroy the artifact was not punished after it was destroyed, and why Sventam and Gweilun-Storm were unable to curse the person who destroyed their artifact.

The settings are gone!

Since the original setting is gone, the barrier preventing its arrival is also gone.

At this point, the monkey had already cleared the Pantheon dungeon and story campaign, thus opening the final gate to the GM's location. Taking advantage of this opportunity, before the GM could take any emergency measures, the two behemoths squeezed directly into this multiverse.

The inhabitants of the material world were unaware, but in the outer realms, other powerful beings simultaneously experienced indescribable fear and terror. At that moment, they knew with absolute certainty that two beings beyond their comprehension had entered this world from beyond.

The influx of an immeasurable volume caused the entire world to shake violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment. With the Endless Abyss sealed off, it's likely that the demon lords trapped in the swarm of insects wouldn't care what happened. However, in other planes like Paradise Mountain, the Mechanical Realm, the Chaos Sea, and the Paradise on Earth, nothing happened. And here, the survivors were individuals who, while not gods, were comparable to or even surpassed most gods.

Or perhaps this individual is another kind of deity.

Just like the elemental gods of the four elemental planes, and the eight elemental lords of good and evil, these are beings comparable to gods. And the four elemental gods directly possess immense divine power.

However, even the four elemental gods, who could be considered powerful deities, were astonished by what they saw—a huge gap had been torn open in the crystal wall, and from that gap, the figures of two enormous creatures appeared in the endless void outside the crystal wall.

The first thing to enter was an incredibly enormous figure, a behemoth never before seen in this multiverse. A huge, hairy hand reached out through the crack in the crystal wall, bracing against the crystal wall that was trying to repair itself, and then, with a forceful push, forced the crack to widen even further.

Then, appearing before the powerful being capable of witnessing this scene was a gigantic monkey, whose size was no exaggeration. Just as this monkey stepped into the crystal wall from the other side of the crack, the crimson stream of primal force flowing within the crystal wall suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and stirred up an unprecedentedly massive tidal wave within the sea of ​​primal force.

That surpassed even the mightiest divine power—no, even the mightiest divine power couldn't describe this existence. Just by looking directly at it, powerful beings from various planes felt as if they were facing an endless expanse of crimson light.

As the enormous monkey roared in, another figure followed. But before the powerful beings from various planes could get a good look at it, this newcomer vanished from their sight after flashing a twilight-colored light.

But regardless, at this moment, in all the outer planes, except for the Bato Hell which has disappeared into some unknown spacetime rift, and the Endless Abyss which is still sealed off, two voices that had never been heard before echoed with unmistakable clarity.

"I think it's not too late..." one of the voices said. "...That GM shouldn't have run away yet."

"Of course not, how could they run away? If they really wanted to, there are plenty of monsters out there; they wouldn't mind killing them and taking them home as collectibles," another voice replied. "But speaking of which... someone is actually trying to run away right now!"

'What the heck?'

'there!'

Just as the beings of various planes were wondering what was going on with this conversation, an unexpected event occurred. Beside the gradually healing crystal wall rift, spacetime suddenly became incredibly chaotic. Then, a world composed of nine enormous planes superimposed on one another burst out of the spacetime rift and, without anyone stopping it, rushed directly through the crystal wall rift.

Following closely behind, a river of the Styx, which had pierced through the crystal wall, broke away from that world along with it.

At this moment, the powerful beings of all the planes were dumbfounded. They recognized who had just run away. If there was no mistake, that world composed of nine enormous planes superimposed on one surface was the long-lost Hell of Bathor. Since Hell of Bathor had left through the rift in the crystal wall, did that mean the Lord of the Nine Hells himself had fled? And the Styx River that rushed out after it meant that Jaeger had also left?

What's happening here?

For a moment, everyone who witnessed this scene was filled with incomprehensible confusion. But just as they were wondering, the two voices rang out as usual.

'They ran away?'

"Whatever, let them run away, it's none of our business anyway."

'I don't think anything unexpected will happen, right?'

'What could possibly go wrong? Even if those two manage to escape, it will take them a considerable amount of time to adapt to the endless void. Besides, aside from my colleagues, there are still many more dangers. It all depends on their fate!'

676. Final Chapter (Part 2)

In this timeline, the Lord of the Nine Hells and Jaeger happily awaited their chance to escape the world, and then left without any hesitation. What their future holds, no one knows. If they are lucky enough, they might be able to continue, but if they are not so lucky… well, that remains to be seen.

In this world, the escape of these two former big shots won't bring about any change. Those who didn't seize the opportunity to escape face a very difficult choice—either be eliminated or choose to change. As for Charles, he quite liked it when those fools continued to choose the path of resisting to the death, because that way he would have enough excuse to collect 'food'.

Unfortunately, by now, unless someone is a complete idiot and utterly brainless, no one will choose to fight to the death. After all, with GM on the verge of collapse, the remaining guys are starting to think about what to do next. If they don't want to die, they have no choice but to accept change.

Whether this change is good or bad for them or not.

However, Charles and the monkey had no time to deal with these remaining scum. After their main bodies entered this world, they headed straight for the Pantheon without hesitation. Inside this dilapidated temple, which had been ravaged by the monkey's clone's rampage against a group of powerful gods, the rules of the multi-faceted dice game could no longer hinder their actions in forcibly opening the GM's location.

With a flash of light, the two figures and the Pantheon vanished together. None of the remaining powerful beings in this world could see this scene, but at that very moment, they felt from the bottom of their hearts that the world had changed.

Then, we won't go into how that poor GM got ganged up on; let's shift our focus to the Material World. After the collapse of the multi-faceted dice rule, which gave rise to almost all current settings and systems, only the Saints and a few who had attained godhood truly sensed it in the Material World. The latter were completely unaware of this and felt nothing, but the former clearly sensed the collapse of the multi-faceted dice rule, and were involuntarily momentarily stunned.

Those who were most deeply connected to this rule, or rather, were its very derivatives, have inevitably fallen into a state of despair now that the connection has been completely severed. In a safer time, these saints might have been able to take their time to adapt to this change, and perhaps even regain their strength after achieving true 'freedom'.

But on the battlefield, such a moment of distraction is a fatal weakness.

First, Mara, who was engaged in an endless battle with Voban, paid the price.

These two monsters, relying on their massive bodies, superhuman healing abilities, and frenzied wild instincts, were locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle, seemingly evenly matched. Even if Voban was confident in defeating the black beast before him, he couldn't possibly end the fight quickly. However, in the instant Mara showed a moment of distraction, the battle-hardened Voban seized that opening with unerring precision.

He wasn't the kind of person who cared about fairness. In that instant, Voban firmly grasped the glory that meant victory... Just as Mara hesitated, Voban struck first, piercing Mara's chest with a claw and going straight through his heart.

The excruciating pain brought the god of the hunt back to his senses, but before he could retaliate with a cry of pain, Voban, in his giant werewolf form, stepped forward, grabbed Mara, and bit down on Mara's throat.

Then, Voban unleashed his ultimate move, "The Punisher of Karmic Fire," unleashing countless flames from the sky towards Voban's location. These flames, powerful enough to burn even gods, transformed the surrounding area into a sea of ​​fire, engulfing Voban and Mara's figures.

After a long time, Voban finally emerged from the sea of ​​fire, the outcome of the battle already decided.

Just as Voban summoned heavenly fire to smash his face, the battle on Tony's side also came to an end. Similarly, Shagos, the orc god of ambush, who had fallen into a dazed state due to the collapse of the multi-sided dice rule, was also caught off guard by the husky opposite him.

Although Max, the sword spirit within Tony's Godslayer Sword, was inevitably bewildered at this moment, it didn't matter. He was now a weapon, and weapons didn't need to think. Moreover, even without the power of the Godslayer Sword, Tony's combat strength would remain unchanged under the enhancement of his authority.

The power of the [Torn Silver Hand] was fully unleashed, and the [Godslayer Sword] in his hand was transformed into a 9-meter-long greatsword weighing over 300 kilograms under the manipulation of his authority. Holding this giant sword, Tony did not hesitate to swoop down on Shagos.

The excruciating pain brought Shagos back to his senses, but his consciousness was limited to that point. Soon, as most of his body was crushed by a sword, his consciousness also plunged into darkness.

At the same time, Sventam and Gweilun-Storm, having fallen into a daze, were also brutally attacked by a barrage of magic, leaving them almost unrecognizable. But it must be said, these two were incredibly resilient; they withstood the countless magical attacks and managed to regain their senses and break free.

Reluctantly watching the eight divine lights in the city gradually dissipate, the two saints knew they had no chance left; the eight chiefs in red robes had already completed their deification.

Without even exchanging a word, the two decisively sped off in opposite directions, fleeing for their lives. They weren't fools; the presence of Mara and Shagas had vanished, and anyone with a modicum of common sense knew their two comrades were likely dead.

If they don't run now, are they just going to wait until the eight demigods are finished being conferred their titles and grab the two of them, then throw them onto the dissection table?!

"Huh, they're really weak!" Tony, now free, didn't chase after the two saints. Instead, he looked with interest at the city of the red-robed mage. "...Hmm, a bunch of unlucky idiots."

"What happened?!" Max finally snapped out of his daze. The world felt even more alien to him now. He couldn't help but ask, "What was that... wait, those red-robed figures... they actually succeeded in becoming gods!" he exclaimed.

"Success? No way..." Tony casually stuck the restored Godslayer Sword into the ground, then plopped down. "The old man is still playing his self-immolation game in those flames over there, too bad he won't be able to see it... Also, who said they succeeded in becoming gods?"

"Isn't that so?" Max's voice rang out in doubt, but before he could ask any further questions, the sky suddenly darkened. Then, he "saw" a huge, pitch-black vortex appearing above the city, and an enormous hand, burning with the color of twilight, reached down from the sky and enveloped the entire city.

"They just located the coordinates themselves and waited for others to come and reap the rewards." After the sky cleared, the city had vanished. Tony muttered as he stood up, pulling out the [Godslayer Sword], which had been frozen in a daze. "What a bunch of idiots!"

677. Final Chapter (Part 2)

The capital of the Red-Robed Mages vanished, and no one knows what happened. Whether they successfully achieved godhood is a matter of much debate. Some believe they did, that the eight Red-Robed Chiefs became immortal gods, and that in their final moments, they tore the city apart from the mortal world, sending it soaring into the sky to become their divine kingdom.

Of course, there is another voice saying that they failed, and that the entire process of becoming gods was just a conspiracy of an evil being. That evil being intentionally led those eight powerful mages onto the path of becoming gods, and then personally interrupted their future at the last moment, so as to enjoy the despair of these eight powerful mages.

However, only a few people knew that after the Red Robe Chief and his city disappeared, news of many saints also vanished. Also disappearing were Campione, who had made a name for himself in the Material World; Sasha de Jansdar Voban and Salvatore Tony, whose figures vanished completely from this world. Along with them disappeared the idyllic Luo Hao and the Black Prince Alexander Gainkos, who had been exiled to the labyrinth of time for a considerable period.

Where did they go? It's simple. Ciel, considering himself an honest and trustworthy person, opened a door after dealing with the GM and threw these four 'cannon fodder' he'd brought over back to their original world. These four Campiones didn't suffer much on their journey to this other world. Voban and the Husky slaughtered a bunch of gods. Although they couldn't usurp power due to the different worlds, they could absorb divine power to increase their own strength.

When they returned, both of them had become significantly stronger, and Tony even took away an artifact called the God-Slaying Sword.

Then there's Luo Hao, whose presence is almost nonexistent. Although she wasn't as dedicated to her duties as the two mentioned above, her own power greatly increased thanks to the primal force supplied by the Shangri-La plane. Not only was she able to fully master the power she had usurped, but she even reached the realm of "unity of heaven and man, my will is heaven" in martial arts. Perhaps after returning, she could relinquish the title of Martial Arts King and be called a Martial God. As for why—before leaving, with the support of the primal force of another plane, she comprehended a bit about the concept of a round heaven and a square earth, and through her own state of "unity of heaven and man, my will is heaven," she somehow created something similar to a domain.

This field, which is similar to something else, is actually an invisible and intangible field that is closely related to itself. When this field is opened, it can affect magnetic fields, gravity, and so on.

"Isn't this just a magnetic field rotation?" As he opened the portal to send a few Campiones over, Xia Er's expression subtly changed after examining Luo Hao's strange domain. "This isn't scientific..." After figuring out that this inexplicable situation had absolutely nothing to do with him, Xia Er casually opened the portal, sent the people over, and then sealed off the coordinates of that world. "I don't believe they can enter an era of powerful beings over there. Even if a batch of martial gods emerges in the future, it has nothing to do with me."

After the GM of this world was deliberately killed off, many of the world's settings based on multi-sided dice rolling were changed.

First, the dead gods could no longer lie in the Astral Plane, awaiting an unknown resurrection. The souls of the gods who perished in this series of events all fell to the lower planes. But now that the Hell of Bathor has vanished, the only place in the lower planes capable of containing these souls is the Abyss, and falling into the Abyss is essentially no different from falling into the Shard.

However, the remaining saints seemed unaware of this. In the material world that Charles was too lazy to manage, a chaos caused by the collapse of divine authority spread throughout the entire world.

Ambitious and greedy people eventually found an opportunity to kill those saints. However, after they painstakingly killed some saints, they suddenly discovered that the dead saints turned into ashes, and no matter what methods these people used to kill the saints, they could not leave anything behind.

As for killing a saint and seizing divine power to achieve godhood and immortality, that's a joke. The already chaotic material world has been plunged into even greater turmoil because of this incident.

Some believed that the method was wrong, which was why all their efforts were in vain. Others believed that even if the saint were killed, it would be impossible to replace him. Still others proposed at this time that there should be no more gods.

Time passed, and the world, having lost its divine authority, gradually stabilized after the chaos. People finally realized that killing the saints could not satisfy their desire for godhood and immortality; in fact, even the saints began to age and die like mortals with the passage of time.

These once high and mighty gods, after being deposed and reduced to saints, slowly lost all their power and life in the face of the relentless passage of time.

Even gods are just like mortals.

And it was at this time that a brand new country was born during that chaotic period, and the name of this country is very interesting. It is called Soviet.

This is a nation whose core mission is to develop new production reforms and promote the Industrial Revolution. Its flag is a bright red sickle and hammer, and its core consists of believers and followers who originally belonged to Amannata, Ilmat, and Hall.

This is a nation deeply rooted in the grassroots, possessing unparalleled organizational capabilities. This nation rose from the war-torn north, and while those greedy and ambitious individuals were obsessed with hunting down saints to decipher the secrets of immortality, it began to accumulate power.

During this period, the church and organization that originally belonged to Ogmar, the Lord of Knowledge, collapsed and was replaced by a religion in the philosophical sense that believed in wisdom itself, which spread among many scholars, philosophers and thinkers.