Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

This speech was like a horn, shaking the people of the Empire who were watching the battle through the desperate broadcast by reporters.

Many residents even slowed their steps, no longer fleeing in panic, and stood still on the roads, turning back to shout towards Saint Astore Palace.

"Hesintos, keep going!!"

At this moment, Hesintos needed their Power of Faith.

His odds were perhaps slim, but he still chose to fight, to fulfill his duty.

If Hesintos could truly break through once more, even in his current poor state, he would have the power to fight against the invincible Ancestor of the Ninth Rank Bloodline.

"Hesintos, we rely on you; we'll try our best to hold off their berserk state!"

The clear-headed War Gods roughly grasped the reason behind this entire incident and gradually began to understand why the Cerryti Empire would have such a war, and the various bizarre yet inexplicable changes in the Cerryti Empire in recent years.

Unbeknownst to them, five companions had already been controlled by this Ancestor of the Blood Clan.

So under this empire, how deep exactly was the Blood Clan's corruption and infiltration? They could not even dare imagine.

If not for tonight's chaos, they wouldn't have even been able to find out how many among the twelve War Gods had been controlled, and who exactly had been controlled.

Fortunately, at the most critical moment, Violet found the traces of the Blood Clan, causing the Blood Clan to launch an all-out attack earlier than planned.

But correspondingly, Violet also paid the price.

Now, Violet might have already sacrificed herself, and Hesintos was severely wounded. The situation seemed to have reached its worst.

Yet even so, all they could do was believe in Hesintos, believe that he could defeat this source of chaos in the empire—the Ancestor of the Blood Clan.

The entire Cerryti Empire held their breath when residents saw the intermittently interrupted broadcasts of the signal source.

The fearless reporters were still at the outskirts of the square, reporting the firsthand live situation, and the number of living war correspondents was decreasing.

Whether it was the civilians fleeing outside the square, or the residents watching this chaos through the broadcast, their hearts were in their throats.

They were praying for the War Gods, hoping that miracles could happen to save the Cerryti Empire.

On the ruins to the east of the Imperial Palace, Rashal merely stood lightly at the highest point, coldly meeting Hesintos' gaze, as if receiving Hesintos' spirit's signal.

"Hesintos, do you think that in your current state, you can still match me?"

Before Rashal's voice had faded, black and red magic power once again gathered in his palm, distorting the light around him.

As the words left his mouth, a beam of light burst from Rashal's palm, heading straight for Hesintos.

Where the beam passed, the ground cracked, the air twisted, everything was turned to powder under this terrifying Ninth-order of magic power.

"I am the only one who can stop you."

Hesintos' eyes were unusually calm, and the longsword in his hand gleamed with a stream of silver light. He poured all his power, all his will into this one strike.

Sword Qi swirled around him like arcs of electricity, and the atmosphere exploded with thunderous roars under the shock of the Sword Qi; the entire Imperial Palace barrier trembled under this force.

The two energies collided in mid-air, black and red interwoven with blue and white, like two enraged giant dragons battling in the sky.

They bit and coiled together, stirring up a storm of violent energy.

The blood moon enveloped the night sky, lightning flickered through the clouds, illuminating the entire Bulida City.

This collision was as if gods were fighting over the destiny of this world.

Under this terrifying impact, both Hesintos and Rashal took several steps back.

Blood gushed from the wounds on their bodies.

But Rashal quickly recovered, while Hesintos spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura weakening slightly once more.

The two charged at each other again, clashing head-on in mid-air.

Claws struck the blade, erupting into a deafening roar, sparking destructive thunder.

They fought on the ruins of the Imperial Palace, weaving through the collapsing structures at a speed that was too fast for the naked eye to catch, visible only as traces of their afterimages and waves of blast winds.

"Look at you, Hesintos, your human body is truly useless, while I possess limitless life."

Rashal continued his constant taunts in the midst of battle, attempting to shake Hesintos' will.

But Hesintos merely smiled; even with blood streaming down his forehead, his smile remained resolute.

"Rashal, you will never understand the honor of being a War God."

His voice was weak, yet full of power,

"Even if I am to die here, as long as I can protect the empire, protect the common people, my life has meaning."

Hesintos gripped the longsword, the blade flickering with the Divine Light of the God Era, and as he swung it down, it left behind tens of thousands of dazzling streaks of light.

The sword's light was like lightning, unstoppable, blasting Rashal away.

Hesintos' Sword Qi was almost tangible, slicing through Rashal's dark barriers, leaving deep wounds on Rashal's body, deep enough to see the bone.

Blood gushed from Rashal's chest but was soon devoured by dark energy, transforming into an even denser blood mist.

"Fool."

Rashal's attack carried no mercy; his blood aura, like a jet-black spear, was aimed at Emperor Saint Baldo who was being protected by the Sword Array behind Hesintos.

Hesintos had no choice but to use all his strength to block, using his body as a shield to protect Emperor Saint Baldo behind him.