Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

The pure storm of sword energy erupted around Rashal, annihilating his body. Rashal let out a harrowing scream as his body collapsed in the light.

Even the other War Gods dared not approach Hesintos's sword energy in the slightest.

They could only watch from afar, swallowing nervously.

At this critical moment, Hesintos finally broke through, reaching the Ninth-Order Domain.

They witnessed the birth of a Ninth-Order Divine Domain powerhouse.

Hesintos, originally the strongest at the Eighth-order, now holding the Divine Sword and successfully reaching the Ninth-Order—they couldn't imagine how powerful Hesintos had become.

The sword energy shredded Rashal, completely engulfing him.

Rashal let out a tragic scream, filled with despair and unwillingness.

But soon, that scream disappeared, turning into a pool of wriggling bloody mud.

Hesintos stood on the ruins, the Divine Sword gleaming in his hand.

Behind him, the shadows of Heroic Spirits gradually faded away, but their strength and will seemed to merge into Hesintos's body.

Rashal's Ninth-order magic power also began to dissipate at that moment.

The world returned to tranquility, the dark gloom dispersed.

The aftershocks of the battle also jolted the other mind-controlled War Gods.

They awoke from the dream-like haze, clutching their foreheads in pain, faces full of shock and confusion.

The other clear-minded War Gods quickly halted, distancing themselves from the berserk ones.

After a long time.

"What's happened to me."

The Fourth War God, Jade Yasper, clutched his forehead, with only lingering impressions in his mind.

"We were probably controlled just now. It was Hesintos who saved us."

The Fifth War God, Yunmu Lujia Ye De, shook his head vigorously, injected himself with a potion injection in his arm, and was the first to calm down.

Recalling the recent memories, he roughly pieced together all the causes and effects.

"It was Hesintos... who defeated the Ancestor of the Blood Clan."

"We previously encountered this Ancestor of the Blood Clan, and then... were implanted with the seed of mind control by him, causing a great disaster. Truly, we are terribly sorry!"

"All of this was thanks to Hesintos, it was he who defeated the Blood Clan and saved the Cerryti Empire."

The other controlled War Gods, upon regaining their senses, looked at the scene in the center of the square for a while and understood everything.

"Simon Luo, seal the Blood Clan with me."

The Third Army God, Tangle Agate Gaiat, was the first to react, immediately calling on the Eleventh Army God, Jade Simon Luo, to seal the remnants of Rashal.

They didn't know if Hesintos had any strength left to fight again—Hesintos appeared too injured, and the Ancestor of the Blood Clan, turned into bloody mud by him, wasn't dead. Given time, he would recover. At this moment, it was the best time to seal the Ancestor of the Blood Clan.

"No problem."

Simon Luo, in perfect coordination, moved to the opposite side of Rashal's bloody mud. An array unfolded beneath him and Gaiat's feet, and at its center, Rashal's remnants were drawn by this light, slowly floating into the air.

With Gaiat's spell cast, a translucent liquid agate appeared at the center of the Magic Formation, continually embedding and twisting, sealing Rashal's remnants within.

"Great, finally subdued him."

Gaiat let out a long breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

The other War Gods also showed expressions of relief.

But at this moment, Hesintos couldn't hold on any longer after seeing all this completed. His eyes returned to their usual slackness, and he heavily collapsed to the ground.

Hearing the clear sound of Hesintos falling to the ground.

The other War Gods rushed forward, carefully helping him up, with Lujia Ye De treating the unconscious Hesintos.

"Hesintos, after reaching the Ninth-Order, recovers quickly, nothing to worry about."

Lujia Ye De announced to the other War Gods.

"...Now the problem is, we've lost Emperor Saint Baldo, and we're still at war with the Kingdom's coalition. What should we do?"

The Second War God, Salon, hesitated slightly before bluntly stating their greatest predicament.

"Indeed, a leader is needed."

The Fourth War God, Yasper closed his eyes, seemingly contemplating.

Currently, the aftermath left in the Cerryti Empire, with Emperor Saint Baldo already dead, the empire lost its leader. Today's upheaval likely pushed people's disgust with Emperor Saint Baldo's incompetence and folly to the limit.

In this time of war, the Cerryti Empire cannot be without a spiritual leader.

The question of who should lead the Cerryti Empire next has also become a pressing issue.

The ten War Gods present now are the highest authority and martial force in the Cerryti Empire. In these chaotic times, for a new emperor to take office, they must consider their weight of influence.

Not to mention that their leader has become the only Ninth-Order human on the current South Continent.

"But..."

As he spoke, Yasper turned his gaze to Hesintos, who was being treated. He had completely lost consciousness, yet even so, the Divine Sword still shone brightly because he was nearby.

"Is it really appropriate for Hesintos to be emperor? According to orthodoxy, it should be the successor of Emperor Saint Baldo who inherits the throne..."

Simon Luo, as a Priest, was inherently conservative and understood Yasper's meaning.

Even the Divine Sword acknowledged Hesintos, which in some sense, made him the orthodox choice.

"Even without the support of the populace and us, he is undoubtedly the strongest. Moreover, public sentiment must now favor Hesintos's succession. Let's see what he decides when he wakes."

Gaiat said to them.

"Indeed, I can't imagine anyone being his opponent now. Whatever he wants, he can achieve, so what are we concerned about."

Blood Jade Marrow Philip looked at Hesintos's state, shaking his head in a jesting manner, with a clear sense of strength and weakness.

Even if Hesintos wanted to conquer the empire with force, Philip believed that no one could stop a Ninth-Order Hesintos.

Among the living, at least, no one; among the dead... well, maybe none either.

The smoke of the great battle dispersed, leaving Cret Memorial Square desolate.

The blood-red moonlight, that once enveloped the sky, still lingered, deepening to a layer of purple with the night, casting a dim, unclear light that illuminated the artisan's inscriptions on the walls of Saint Astore Palace.

The once-glorious Imperial Palace now lay in ruins, with only the wind blowing over the shattered throne, moaning with a forlorn wail.

The ten War Gods stood before the ruins, their mood complex, eyes bewildered, while the statue faces of the First-Generation War Gods behind them showed cracks.

They were once the strongest guardians of the Cerryti Empire, the backbone of the empire's defense.

Yet in tonight's chaos, they had become the greatest threat, not only failing to notice the Blood Clan's presence but even falling under their control. Without Hesintos, they might have become the culprits of the empire's doom.

No matter what, the War Gods on the ruins knew that when the sun rose again tomorrow, the Cerryti Empire would undergo a complete transformation.