Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

"You two, you two!"

Bianca anxiously tugged at her sleeve.

She didn't know what to do.

Both of them are her best friends, and now they've both betrayed.

"Are both of you going to betray? Think carefully about the consequences!"

The Fifth War God, Luke Jayed, urgently persuaded them.

It was no longer about right or wrong, as he couldn't discern who was true or false, but this decision would determine his companions' future destiny.

He didn't want to face life and death with his fellow War Gods again.

"I trust Julius."

A calm voice came through.

All the War Gods were stunned.

It was the voice of the Second War God of the Obsidian Throne, Salon.

"Salon, why?"

Yaspeel's voice was filled with disbelief.

Ryan's reason for betrayal left her speechless yet surprisingly reasonable, but Salon had always been the most rational among their War Gods, and there was no way he would show bias towards Julius or Hesintos without solid evidence.

"Julius's affection for Violet isn't fake, I can see it. He wouldn't joke about Violet's life or death."

Salon voiced his judgment on the communication channel.

"Thank you, Salon."

Julius thanked Salon.

"Salon, you're such a pure-love War God."

Bianca held her head in her hands.

"It's over, meow. I can't help it anymore, so I'll trust you too! At worst, we'll die with our tails up!"

After a moment of hesitation, Bianca yelled with gritted teeth,

"I'll follow you and monitor everything you do, witnessing who the real traitor is."

She decided to trust her friends and take a gamble.

Her instincts also told her Julius wasn't a bad person, and the Silvermoon Reform Association, led by the White Robed Pope, hadn't done anything to harm civilians. What they said seemed truthful; based on Julius's words, these people truly seemed to be Violet's companions, and instinctively she was more inclined to believe them.

"..."

Yaspeel on the communication channel remained silent.

She hadn't expected Julius's honest self-revelation would suddenly bring three War Gods to Julius's side.

"Everyone, I'm Professor Landry. I now have the communication device of the Third Army God Ge Yate, who has already been captured by my companions. I would like to speak briefly with you."

Lanci's voice rang out among the War Gods' channels.

Julius understood immediately upon hearing it.

Lanci and Sigrid had joined forces, and Sigrid had knocked out Ge Yate and restrained him. Lanci had also obtained Ge Yate's mechanical device.

Now they had an advantage outside the main battlefield, giving Lanci space for negotiation.

"What do you want to say?"

Yaspeel asked.

Now, with Fourth, Fifth, Seventh, Eighth, and Eleventh maintaining their positions, Three captured, Two, Nine, Ten, and Twelve had defected.

If they really wanted to fight, they couldn't really do it anymore.

"No matter what, how about all of us reinforce the barrier together?"

Lanci negotiated with Fourth War God, Yaspeel, for the opposing side,

"We don't need to fight anymore; the most important thing is to protect the civilians."

His voice carried a pleading tone, addressing the War Gods.

"Simon Luo, do you trust them?"

Yaspeel asked the Eleventh Military God Simon Luo, who was maintaining the barrier.

She drove the legion mechanisms with magic herself, being skilled in magic, but if they continued fighting, even if she wanted to reinforce the barrier, she likely couldn't manage it.

If their opponents were willing to cease fire and reinforce the barrier, it would be the most ideal outcome for both sides.

"Regardless of whether I trust them, first help me reinforce the barrier, please!"

The Eleventh Military God Simon Luo was nearly at his limit.

He seemed to see hope as well.

If so many Eighth-order truly came to help reinforce the barrier, then the Holy Astore Barrier would become unprecedentedly powerful, unless the Ninth-order would directly attack and break through the barrier, any spread of impact would be completely stopped!

...

On the other side of the distant South Continent.

At Jera Memorial Square of Ichrite Academy in the Hutton Kingdom, the giant outdoor screen suddenly became restless.

Compared to the lively and expectant atmosphere when the White Robed Pope first appeared this morning, now, even though many students had gathered back around the steps where they could see the giant outdoor screen, the atmosphere was unusually oppressive and heavy.

The Spear of Malice fell from the sky.

Hesintos formed three massive Sword Qi circles in the battlefield, slowly rotating like clockwork.

Loren had to dodge the slicing lines while keeping them at bay.

These Sword Qi circles were like the countdown to Loren's life, unsure whether they would contract or expand next; as soon as they moved, Loren's danger was certain to arrive.

Under such an offensive, Loren seemed like he might fall at any moment.

His spiritual power swayed like a small boat in a raging storm, constantly at risk of being swallowed by the waves.

Defeat was imminent; the shadow of death loomed over Loren's head.

All the students on the edge of the square had their hearts beating violently, fearing that defeat was about to come.

"The two sides actually cooperated..."

Suddenly, a student noticed the barrier had started being reinforced, and all warzone cameras unified towards the battlefield two kilometers outside the Holy Astore Barrier.

All the powerful individuals who had temporarily ceased fighting arrived at the vicinity of the secondary barrier, within a two-kilometer radius of the Holy Astore Barrier.

As the Eighth-order on both sides began to resonate their magic power with the crystal barrier, the crystal dome abruptly erupted in a strange rainbow glow, beginning to condense resonance, immediately sealing all impacts within it.