Chapter 49: The Final Battle

Responding to Artosh fighting spirit was the blooming of the Sanctuary of All Phenomena.

The Angel of Death fully blossomed under the continuous infusion of spirit power, revealing in its heart the phantom of a girl seemingly in prayer.

Like a flower in spring, shimmering pollen burst forth from its center, spreading outward.

With a faint, sweet fragrance that could bring joy to one's heart.

Yet what it brought was true death.

On this barren land, every tenacious plant that came into contact with the pollen withered in an instant, as though countless years had passed, decaying into dust at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Even the soil was affected; already desolate from the erosion of spiritual remnants, it turned into black sand, losing the last vestiges of its life-giving power.

As the manifestation of death descended, Artosh was not only unfazed but instead laughed heartily to the sky.

"A sense of crisis? What a novel feeling."

With a wave of his massive hand, several intricate magic arrays appeared around him. "You truly are qualified to be my opponent!"

As the spell formations completed, crimson runes appeared all over his bare body.

The runes spread across Artosh entire body, making the aura of this war god increasingly terrifying.

It appeared to be a form of enhancement spell.

Although she wasn't familiar with the sorceries, spells, or magic artifacts of this world, Mio Takamiya—who had descended in the form of a Divine Spirit—instantly recognized the power of these battle runes.

"This place prohibits counter-spells."

Her words dictated reality. After injecting a massive amount of power to alter the laws within the realm of Ain Soph, the giant tree behind her extended its branches and roots even further.

Simultaneously, the runes on Artosh body dimmed significantly.

The runes on his body not only boosted his strength, but also had the ability to reflect all magical attacks.

But now that their countering effect had vanished, the deadly pollen that had previously stalled near him surged forward once more.

"You can change the rules? Interesting!"

Clenching his fists, Artosh eyes emitted a divine light too intense to look at directly.

The space around him shattered in an instant, forming a seamless spatial rift centered on him, sucking all the death pollen into another dimension.

The pollen released by the Angel of Death - Sanctuary of All Phenomena was unstoppable, bypassing all forms of defense.

Anything touched by it would decay instantly, facing inevitable death.

Artosh must have sensed this and chose not to use any defensive spells, instead leveraging spatial power to displace the attack to another plane.

Just as Mio Takamiya was about to modify the laws further to seal the space, Artosh suddenly appeared before her.

His punch, capable of tearing through space itself, came hurtling toward her.

This was Artosh full-powered punch, without the slightest restraint!

Since his birth, he had fought in many battles, and even the strongest opponents had never survived a third of his power.

Yet now, despite knowing almost nothing about Mio Takamiya, he didn't hesitate to give it his all!

BZZZZZZZ—!

The illusory seed in Mio Takamiya hand seemed to emit a strange sound.

But listening closely, it was as if the sound had never existed at all.

Just like Artosh attack.

His expression turned serious in an instant, and he pulled back the moment his strike missed.

To retreat was a disgrace for a war god.

But when Artosh turned his head and saw that his arm had vanished without a trace, he realized his decision was absolutely right.

Had he delayed even a moment, perhaps his entire body would have been erased into nothingness.

He activated a reconstruction spell, attempting to regenerate his lost arm, but no matter what he did, his right arm could not be restored.

"Don't waste your effort," Mio Takamiya said flatly. "The concept of your 'right arm' has ceased to exist. Even a Divine Spirit–level reconstruction spell can't bring it back."

That seed-like Angel of Void was Mio Takamiya's third angel.

The first angel brings death.

The second alters the rules.

And the third… can erase the very essence of any phenomenon, ignoring all laws, and is the most powerful of all angels.

"I see..."

Artosh let out a light chuckle, then unfolded a new magic formation.

Where his right arm once was, a sword of light now extended from the stump, replacing the lost limb.

Moreover, as he was injured, the divine essence of the War God—his Concept of Strength—activated, causing his aura to rise rather than weaken, intensifying without limit.

"If I keep testing her like this, I might really end up losing without understanding how."

Behind Artosh, his substantial wings transformed into radiant light, and his shining golden hair ignited into a blaze of changing flames.

The power of the War God was now fully unleashed.

Mio Takamiya raised her guard to the highest level.

The battle to come would be a true clash between gods.

The War God personally entering the battlefield of the Great War drew the attention of nearly every Divine Spirit.

Whether it was the reclusive gods, the warring gods of forging and forests, or even those who had fled to other planets—all turned their gaze to a single location on the continent of Lucia.

Though the isolation of Ain Soph prevented them from seeing what was happening inside, every god knew that a world-shaking battle was unfolding within.

The duel between the Strongest God and the Primordial God had yet to determine a victor in a short time.

Those who had been watching only knew that the barrier of Ain Soph expanded from its original hundred-kilometer radius to nearly a thousand kilometers within three days.

During this time, some Divine Spirits had even walked the perimeter themselves.

Some even attempted to break through the barrier and enter Ain Soph.

Yet despite unleashing their full power, the barrier did not waver in the slightest.

However, that didn't mean it was unbreakable.

Within these three days, the barrier had been shattered multiple times from the inside, and each time, an overwhelming force surged forth, sending chills through the hearts of all Divine Spirits.

Realizing that the battle between the Strongest God and the Primordial God had long surpassed a level they could interfere with, those with their own ambitions dared not approach the vicinity of Ain Soph again.

Two more days passed.

Under the watchful eyes of countless higher beings, the pitch-black barrier finally faded, slowly revealing the scene within.

The earth was torn asunder, life completely extinguished—just looking at it evoked an understanding of how intense the five-day, five-night battle must have been.

At that moment, Artosh was nowhere to be found.

Only Mio Takamiya hovered above a chasm a thousand fathoms deep, her white dress whiter than snow.

In her hand, she held an exquisite cup.

Within that glowing vessel seemed to reside the laws of every aspect of the world. Through its lens, one could witness the past, the present, and even glimpses of the future.

This was the Suniaster.

The embodiment of the world's origin, which would appear only when the strongest Divine Spirit of this world emerged.

Countless gazes fell upon the Suniaster, and a multitude of emotions followed:

Relief, joy, regret, sorrow...

But regardless of how they felt, one thing was undeniable—

This war of the gods... had come to an end.