Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Salon gripped the hilt of the sword, and he held it properly.

Facing such a formidable opponent, he very much wanted to give it a try.

Additionally, Salon's eyes had almost pierced through the opponent's entire aura and magic power flow and the possible evasion directions in the future. What he saw were endless flaws on the opponent, standing there defenseless as though ready to be struck at any moment.

Yet, this peculiar enemy made him feel completely flawless, as if no matter where he struck, it would be pointless.

And Hesintos remained with an air of calm.

The hand gripping the sword discreetly tightened, veins bulging.

"Interesting."

He muttered to himself, his gaze blazing, firmly locked on the White Robed Pope.

Hesintos had wanted to try his sword on this troublemaking fellow from the start.

He was merely enduring, having tolerated for a long time. To maintain that troublesome image, he had to consider the safety of those foolish civilians; even if he wished to kill them, it would have to be after he fully seized power, then he could kill them leisurely for his enjoyment.

The entirety of Bulida City, through broadcasting, was shrouded in a murderous atmosphere around every corner of the city-state.

At this juncture, a duel seemed inevitable.

Flurries of snow danced.

"War God, the world you are seeing now is neither real nor complete, because you look at the world with your eyes open. Starting now, you must learn to look at the world with your eyes closed."

On the screen, the White Robed Pope did not become angry or suddenly initiate a terrifying battle of annihilation because of Julius's sneak attack earlier. Instead, he spoke, somewhat regretfully, to them.

Only, the white-robed followers behind him were now staring with hostility at the War Gods.

This gave the War Gods a sense of pressure.

If they made another move.

The group behind the White Robed Pope would likely also make a move.

A great conflict stirred by twenty Eighth-order individuals.

By then, it would not just be trouble on the scale of a Blood Cleansing Day; chaos might spread from the capital Bulida City, until it would wipe out the whole Botswana Province of kingdom scale within hours.

"Enough."

Hesintos's voice, though gentle, was imbued with undeniable authority,

"If you insist on threatening Bulida City, then allow me to show you what that means."

As his words fell, Hesintos's hand formally rested on the hilt of the Seross Spirit Sword.

"I originally wanted to observe in the Empire for a while longer, but now I must act to stop you."

The White Robed Pope, seeing the temporarily reinforced super-spec barrier forming at Cret Memorial Square, expressed his greatest concession to Hesintos,

"If you don't act within an hour, I won't either. Let the nearby residents evacuate and clear us a battlefield."

He spoke kindly.

"Do you wish to challenge me?"

Hesintos rarely smiled,

"Wouldn't it just be simpler if I cut you all down?"

He silently mouthed, looking at the opponent, that gaze with deep mockery, as if questioning the opponent's attempt to restrain him with the safety of residents and thus threaten him, on the premise of having enough power to threaten him.

But Hesintos wanted to tell everyone in Bulida City that he possessed absolute power to suppress, and thus there was no need to compromise with the opponent. Leading the War Gods, he could completely drive them all away, end the battle, without threatening the safety of Bulida City.

This was precisely the moment to showcase his absolute dominion to all!

The next instant, divine silver brilliance erupted from the sword's sheath, illuminating the entire sky.

That light resembled a million stars burning all at once, instantly swallowing the dark clouds above the square, making the sky as bright as day, with a vaguely thunderous rumble echoing, causing the entire city-state of Bulida to tremble.

In an instant, the world changed colors.

The sky originally shrouded in mist was suddenly split open by an invisible giant sword. At the edge of the fissure, space distorted, as if time and space had lost their former laws under this sword.

When Hesintos drew the Seross Spirit Sword, just the gathering of energy alone made all enemies seem so insignificant, vulnerable before the Ninth-order pressure.

The air turned thick and heavy, making every breath in Bulida City incredibly difficult.

It was as if an invisible hand, even through the distant barrier, could not escape the terror of this force.

And under this strike from Hesintos, any enemy would be annihilated!

The expressions of the other War Gods changed instantly.

The mere sword Qi emanating within the barrier made their skin feel prickly, their blood flow backward, and their internal organs tremble violently.

Salon tightly gripped the hilt of his sword.

Only he, having reached the peak of the eighth order, understood how vast and unattainable the disparity was between this power and the eighth-order realm.

The strongest ninth-order strike split the sky, aimed straight at the White Robed Pope and the followers behind him, intending to shatter them all!

The air under this sword let out a sharp wail, and wherever the sword light passed, buildings and statues were as fragile as paper, instantly turning to dust.

Countless strands of sword Qi separated from the main beam, turning into dense sword shadows, surrounding the White Robed Pope and the followers behind him.

All the War Gods present instinctively prepared for defense, even though this strike wasn't aimed at them, they were equally convinced that a slight carelessness would injure them from the aftershock!

This time, the White Robed Pope finally made his move.

Under his mask, he seemed to be chuckling softly or perhaps saying something.

But no one could hear what he was chanting in that moment of deafening silence.

Time accelerated in that instant, with overwhelming silver radiance streaming down like threads, enveloping the followers, descending from the sky to cover their figures!

Snow-covered Cret Memorial Square suddenly erupted with a colossal boom in the midst of silence, the sound like a thousand thunders, deafening, and in a flash, the entire Bulida was engulfed in wind.

At the moment Hesintos looked indifferently at everything being submerged in the distance.

His gaze suddenly shifted.

And the expressions of the other War Gods were immediately covered with shock, warily poised.

They couldn't believe that this person would appear here!

The entire city center of Bulida was enveloped in a sudden whirlwind, trembling as if creation had begun!

This whirlwind started as a small vortex but instantly became a storm capable of sweeping all things.

Under the violent Wind Magic, all attacks, including the ninth-order strike Hesintos had previously unleashed, became like fragile paper, effortlessly blown away.

At dawn, like the descent of sweet dew.

The awe-inspiring brilliance that struck the soul illustrated the great force that forms all things, the glory of the Divine Era played out on the body of the White Robed Pope. He guided the flow of clouds, changed the face of the sky, and the power that penetrated the clouds carried the unique breath of wind, gently brushing the earth, snowflakes paused and then rose against the sky in an instant!

The sky brightened at this moment, and the clouds over Bulida were completely blown away.

In legends from ancient times, the Wind God controlled the direction of the wind, his voice was a gentle whisper and also a thunderous decree.

And the figure at the center of the storm was the deity who wielded the wind.

This simple clash did not harm him in the least, nor did it harm the residents behind him.

Only the gust of wind caused his mask to fall naturally.

"It seems there's some misunderstanding, so I must clarify."

The wind brushed Loren's forehead, causing strands of hair to obscure his eyes, leaving only the exposed blue pupil to appear bright and sharp,

"Hesintos, you are the challenger."

He raised his hand to point at Hesintos, speaking arrogantly without further concealment.

Offscreen.

"Holy shit, Loren!!"

Immediately, the entire Ichrite Academy erupted in excitement, and even the whole Capital City Ekrite echoed with sounds from rooftops across various districts.

The face on the screen was unmistakably their Great High Priest!

Especially among the students of Ichrite Academy, they loved watching Great High Priest Loren's godly displays!

In that instant, the shadow of war was swept away, with students and teachers in the open-air square standing up jubilantly from the steps, either waving their hands or clenching their fists and roaring.

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I've been updating more than ten thousand words daily these days, begging for double monthly tickets on this National Day! Let's give this book "Human Register" another push on the monthly rankings before it ends! Oh kneecap!