Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

The wild magic power from their clash swept through the barrier of the Memorial Square, threatening to break through at any moment. The night sky was adorned more dazzlingly than during dusk, even altering the weather. Dark clouds gradually obscured the stars, and the world was plunged into darkness peppered with purple lightning and thunder.

"What on earth is happening..."

Emperor Saint Baldo furrowed his brows behind the barrier of the terrace, gripping the hilt of the Seross Spirit Sword. Feigning calm, he commanded the Imperial Guards to bombard the War God using the city's defensive facilities.

Holding the Divine Sword, he was not weak. Even the seventh-order Imperial Guards found it hard to harm him. If he were to flee now, moving away from these conscious War Gods, he might instead find himself in a more dangerous situation, losing his needed heroic image before the people.

The entire outer area of the Cret Memorial Square had turned into a living purgatory, corpses everywhere, blood flowing, and wails echoed all around. Saint Baldo suppressed the irritation in his eyes.

He was already very dissatisfied with the performance of these War Gods today.

First, there was the arrogant Moon God High Priest Shuicang Jade Wellet. If not for Violet's special status in the Elsayia Holy Domain, he had long wanted to take Violet as a concubine, to conquer this rebellious wolf.

Following that, the First Army God Hesintos was unreliable as ever, laughing it off and leaving the scene in advance.

Out of the remaining ten War Gods, half of them started disobeying.

What was most intolerable for Saint Baldo was that this group of War Gods dared to point their blades directly at him!

In the chaos, on the Memorial Square separated by the barrier of Saint Astore Palace, the Second Army God, the Obsidian Throne, took the lead. The dark longsword in his hand slashed out fierce sword beams, simultaneously cutting through the illusion technique seals of Ge Yate and Jasper and the encirclement of the Mechanical Corps.

The edge of the Obsidian Throne's sword was imbued with sharp sword intent. Where the sword Qi passed, even spells would be destroyed.

He was the only one among the top six War Gods who wasn't bound to the Original Slabs. In his view, there was no need to rely on the Original Slabs to strengthen himself. Changing his combat style for the Original Slabs would instead become a shackle to his growth.

Salon moved like a phantom between the Third Army God and the Fourth Army God, layers of sword shadows upon him. At times, he only pressed the hilt without fully drawing it, forcing the berserk War Gods to keep retreating.

Yet even so, these two irrational War Gods did not lose their ferocity, heading straight for the direction of Emperor Saint Baldo, completely ignoring their injuries.

"If you two don't wake up, I may not hold back anymore."

The Second Army God Salon spoke while battling, but his call seemed unable to reach the hearts of the two War Gods.

"Kill—kill!"

The Third Army God Ge Yate and the Fourth Army God Jasper just kept roaring angrily, their eyes flashing with beast-like killing intent.

"..."

Salon remained silent, his calm eyes like a lake penetrating through the meridians of Ge Yate and Jasper, seeing through their weaknesses.

As his blade was about to be completely drawn, he changed his stance, griping the hilt in reverse, not fully employing lethal sword techniques against his colleagues.

On the other side of the Square, flames shot through the clouds.

The Seventh Army God Philip blocked the Fifth War God, Luke Jayed, in front of him, his hands seemingly covered with magma formed by blood energy, colliding with Luke Jayed's golden medical box.

In their battlefield, only the smoke induced by the drugs and the blood-colored lava erupting in the fire could be seen.

"Luke Jayed, as a physician, your physical resilience is surprisingly strong."

Blood Jade Marrow Philip murmured in astonishment and excitement.

At this moment, aside from his duty, he relished the fight before him more.

Ever since Yunmu Lujia Ye De inserted the potion into his body, he could fiercely contend with him, a martial artist.

Moreover, continual self-healing Luke Jayed apparently had the upper hand as the battle went on.

But Philip didn't care; being able to fight freely now was enough. Only this kind of battle might make him stronger.

Not knowing when it started, perhaps after the previous battle with the Great Priest Loren, which left a deep impression, he developed an obsession with fighting strong opponents.

If the Great Priest weren't sealed, Philip would have wholeheartedly acknowledged him as the opponent he most desired to single duel with.

Even knowing he would lose, Philip still wanted to experience again Loren's ever-growing power in battle and his resolve to fight till the end through combat.

Philip glanced toward the far end of the Cret Memorial Square.

The most chaotic was undoubtedly the tumultuous fight among the other five War Gods.

Julius, Simon Luo, and Bianca teamed up against Conzel and Ryan.

The three-on-two fight reached a stalemate.

Julius had summoned a crimson heavy machine gun, raining endless firepower onto the Eighth War God Conzel and the Ninth War God Ryan.

Conzel, like a barrier, advanced under Julius's firepower, while Ryan's assault targeted Julius, relying entirely on Bianca and Simon Luo's support to push Ryan back.

Julius, Simon Luo, and Bianca continuously changed formations, alternating attacks, trying to find flaws in Conzel and Ryan.

Conzel and Ryan seemed largely unaffected by them, continuing their non-human speed and strength advance toward the direction of Saint Astore Palace.

"Damn, why aren't Hesintos and Violet here at this time!"

Bianca shouted unwillingly while fighting.

If Hesintos were present, these berserk fellows would be quickly suppressed.