Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Though he wanted to swiftly deal with the bunch of pretentious troublemakers and cut down the obstructive civilians en masse, his longstanding persona wouldn't allow him to do such things.

What a bother.

"Hesintos, you're not truly a lover of peace. In the wars of the South Continent, you played an indispensable role in stirring the waters. Your absolute power and authority throw the entire world off balance, posing a catastrophic threat to all nations north of the South Continent."

The White Robed Pope continued.

"Your accusations are somewhat arbitrary. Everything I've done is for the prosperity and stability of the Cerryti Empire. I would never do anything to harm my people."

Hesintos spoke in a self-reflective manner, watching the residents being quickly evacuated by the Imperial Guards.

His demeanor was calm and gentle, as if he didn't perceive any significant threat from this group of intruders.

It was just that, bound by the presence of civilians, he couldn't act recklessly at that moment.

The other side seemed to have anticipated this and held him in check.

The side standing on moral high ground always finds its actions more restricted, whereas the unconcerned side can act with more deceit.

"Hesintos..."

Seeing Hesintos' state, the other War Gods relaxed somewhat amid their tension.

If it had been the night of the Blood Clan attack, the threat of these white-robed cultists might have been inexhaustible.

But now, with the Ninth-order Hesintos along with the remaining ten War Gods, even if this group was strong, they were nothing to fear.

"Humans always imagine the future, and that future should indeed be frightening, but most are not frightened because they cannot comprehend the underlying significance."

The eyes behind the White Robed Pope's mask were calm like water,

"Under your absolute rule, the world will neither reach relative balance nor terror equilibrium; you will only bring war and destruction."

He spoke with the detached perspective of an otherworldly observer.

"If you insist on causing trouble, I will also erase you for the sake of the people of the Cerryti Empire."

At this, Hesintos signaled with a glance to Simon Luo beside him that the temporary barrier had been reinforced, finally sending out a signal of hostility to the other side, no longer speaking extra words for the fleeing populace or enemies.

At that moment, something happened that the War Gods did not anticipate.

The Tenth Military God, Red Bixi Julius, suddenly summoned a heavy cannon, aimed at the White Robed Pope in mid-air.

Black and red scorching energy gathered in the barrel, distorting the air with its high temperature.

He was the first to take action!

A dazzling beam pierced through the sky from the heavy cannon, heading straight for the White Robed Pope. The roar of cannon fire was deafening, and the recoil caused the ground to tremble.

The residents outside the barrier had no time to react, and by the time they caught sight of this scene, it had already all happened.

The Tenth Military God, Red Tourmaline Seat, had always been the most decisive War God, and on the battlefield, he might not even signal his teammates before striking a decisive blow!

"Julius, what if the civilians are harmed!"

The Twelfth Army God, Cat's Eye Ambica, exclaimed in alarm.

She was fortunate to sense the change in Julius' aura just now and knew what he was about to do.

Julius was using what was considered his ultimate move, the compressed Magic Energy Beam Cannon.

But before she could finish scolding Julius, she was choked back by the situation in the sky.

The White Robed Pope didn't dodge, nor did he even make a defensive move.

He simply floated quietly in mid-air, letting the scorching beam rush straight at him.

The energy beam split into two in front of the Pope, as if blocked by an invisible barrier.

The two beams bypassed the Pope, shooting into the distant sky and finally dissipating into the clouds.

Throughout the process, the White Robed Pope remained unmoved.

He hadn't even used any spell, nor was there any flow of Magic Power, effortlessly withstanding Julius' full attack.

For a moment, Julius was stunned.

The heavy cannon in his hand was still steaming, but he was completely frozen in place.

He couldn't believe his eyes as he looked at the unharmed White Robed Pope in the sky, as if he had never seen anyone take his cannon blow to the face and remain unscathed.

The other War Gods also realized the gravity of the situation at that moment, not having time to blame Julius for his rash preemption.

No one was more aware than they were of the power of Julius' full attack. As Julius was specialized for explosive output, not one among them would dare take it unguardedly.

Julius, with a gaze as if facing a formidable enemy, looked towards Hesintos, Salon, and Gaiat.

In his view, such a bizarre enemy could only be handled by at least the top three War Gods.

"..."

Gaiat pretended not to see, unwilling to challenge an unknown enemy without reason.

At least for now, he hadn't figured out how that white-robed man neutralized Julius' attack.

If spells and Magic Power flow were involved, it would be easier to explain.

That would suggest the use of evasion or defensive or even immunity-type items.

However, from what could be seen, the opponent's defensive means were not any of these, and there were only two possible explanations: either it was a highly advanced defensive spell undetectable by others upon activation, though even epic-level spells must have a limit; or the individual was inherently terrifyingly strong, possessing defense capabilities so advanced they were impossible to comprehend, suggesting Gaiat could barely harm this person.