Global Deities: My Talent Comes from the Stars

Chapter 50 Great Victory

He was surrounded by a dense mass of undead, layer upon layer pressing down, trying to extinguish the last embers of his dying flame.

A massive, stitched-together mutant smashed through the path of the zombies, raised its heavy bone hammer high, and cast its enormous shadow.

Liz stared intently at herself in the mirror.

She smiled bitterly, and then she understood.

She inherited all the flaws of both her parents; she could kill her father and remove the drow's inherent defects through the "Parent Killer" technique.

But she could never escape the curse that woman had left on her...

Fuck you.

The mixed-race drow gritted his teeth and muttered a curse under his breath.

As if she had made up her mind, she walked straight into the gleaming mirror.

boom.

The mirror shattered like a curtain of water.

A feeling of weightlessness washed over her, and the biting wind and snow whipped against her face, her silver hair billowing in the wind.

The tears at the corners of her eyes were blown away by the wind.

Liz fell from the sky above the battlefield.

A pair of burning arms instinctively reached out from the chaos of battle and caught her steadily.

The impact caused the two of them to roll down into the blood.

Liz fell into someone's arms.

The clamor of the battlefield seemed to fade away at that moment.

Shinzo lay on his back on the pile of corpses, his chest heaving violently. His bloodshot eyes stared in astonishment at the girl who had suddenly fallen into his arms.

In the wind and snow, the half-drow elf's greyish-white eyes were fixed on him without blinking.

His face was reflected in his clear pupils, and he looked rather handsome.

"You cried?"

"No... Ugh, you idiot."

……

At that moment, a figure flew out from high in the sky.

"While you're waging a divine war against me, you still dare to be distracted by the ants below."

The white bone spikes shattered the defense constructed by divine power, sending Liang Jiu flying.

Li Qinggu's divine power pressed relentlessly, posing a deadly threat at every turn, and he gained the upper hand in the clash of divine power.

Liang Jiu steadied himself in the void.

His face was slightly pale, but his breathing quickly calmed down.

The divine light that had been scattered around him did not wither away; instead, it began to slowly revive.

"It's nothing, just a little divine power." Liang Jiu seemed to have encountered something good, a smile on his face. "I can keep you company for a long time."

"What's the use of holding me back?" Li Qinggu sneered. "The dead on this land are endless, and I don't care how many die. But what about the humans under you? How many of them can they fill in?"

"If it were them..." Liang Jiu said calmly, "they would probably fight to the death."

"Stubborn to the end—"

Just as Li Qinggu was about to continue his mockery, his voice abruptly stopped.

Her expression changed abruptly, and in a short while, several expressions alternated on her face.

In contrast, Liang Jiu's smile widened even more.

It was eventually discovered.

As expected of a divine seed that was able to awaken extraordinary professional companions at such a young age, its control over the divine realm is undeniably strong.

But it was still a bit too late.

"You win!"

Li Qinggu glared at Liang Jiu through gritted teeth.

She decisively abandoned her current advantage, the space around her violently distorted, and death energy surged as she forcibly tore through space to teleport back to her defense.

"Jane, seal off the space and leave her here!"

Liang Jiu couldn't let her change the battlefield. The divine power that had just been pretending to be weak suddenly erupted like a wildfire, turning into a net that covered her head.

"Liang Jiu, you're asking for it!"

The divine battle high in the heavens did not subside; instead, it intensified, raging across the heavens and earth.

……

Meanwhile, in the heart of Li Qinggu's divine realm.

At the border of the Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas, the flames of war have been fully ignited.

Chang led the most elite hunters of the Xin Clan, tearing through the defenses of this land, destroying cities and fortresses, and advancing towards the settlement of the necromancers.

This is a war with no suspense whatsoever.

The extraordinary beings in this divine realm, the necromancers, were utterly incapable of handling skirmishes. Their pride and joy, the undead, couldn't even withstand a single exchange against the immense strength of the Slark.

Occasionally, a few curses of aging or slowing magic might manage to hit a Smolder warrior, but they would be forcibly dispersed by the warriors' vigorous supernatural blood and qi, preventing them from causing any real damage.

Chang stood on a raised earthen slope, gazing at the settlement ahead.

The progress made in the past few days has not been particularly intense for him.

The necromancers were shockingly weak. Their most respectable resistance amounted to nothing more than using the skeletons that had crawled out of the primitive graveyard to slow them down for a moment and cause a few casualties.

Victory was within reach, but he was somewhat worried about the child, Shinzo.

It's a good thing for young people to be tested by the gods, but he always felt that Shinzo was still too young.

His achievements are not significant enough to convince his people.

A hunter came up.

It interrupted his thoughts.

"Boss, what should we do with those prisoners? They've been getting increasingly restless lately."

"Keep them; the gods will need them." Chang looked at the distant city gate without turning his head. "Pass down the word: those who surrender will not be killed; this is the will of the gods. As for those who dare to resist, tie their corpses to the back and drag them around as a warning."

"yes!"

Moments later, the call to attack sounded.

Chang drew his heavy axe and led the charge, his blood boiling.

Battle Qi, as the most basic path to transcendence, only requires years of honing one's physical body. Once that threshold is crossed, one can gain control over every inch of muscle.

Simple, pure, deadly.

Greater strength, faster speed, and more precise body control.

Those who embark on the path of battle qi are born to be masters in the military.

The sparse spells falling from the city wall were either blocked or dodged by him.

Chang faced those soft, feeble curses.

It transformed into a battering ram, smashing through the simple city gate with a deafening roar.

Amidst the flying sawdust, several ordinary warriors, gripping their spears, had been waiting for some time, attempting to use their formation to force him back.

Chang took a step forward, and his powerful fighting spirit erupted suddenly with a roar.

"roll!"

The violent shockwave shattered the spear shaft that had been thrust at them, and the few ordinary martial artists were sent flying backward like rag dolls.

Behind Chang, the Xin Clan hunters surged into the city.

The civilians scattered and fled, and the remaining resistance forces in the settlements were quickly wiped out.

Soon, two soldiers brought a prisoner to Chang.

This was the governor of the settlement, second only to the divine messenger in rank. The old man was so emaciated that he resembled a skeleton wrapped in skin. The warriors dragged him out from a hidden tunnel, and it was said that when he was captured, he tried to bribe them with several bags of jewels.

The old man's legs gave way, and he knelt at Chang's feet.

Chang looked down at him: "Send a message to your god. Tell her the war is over. The one who defeated this place is the descendant of the King of Cinder."

"This...this is impossible!" The old man trembled, afraid to look up, repeatedly kowtowing. "Only the Divine Messenger can contact the gods. Please, please, don't make things difficult for me!"

"Then I will raze your temples and burn your idols. Since you have chosen to worship evil gods and tamper with those blasphemous powers, don't blame us for being ruthless."

The old man was so frightened that he turned pale and dared not say a word. He just lay on the ground and kowtowed desperately.

They were praying for a way to survive.

"The leader of the Salaried Clan, right?"

A cool, clear female voice suddenly rang out.

In the open space not far away, a woman wearing a purple robe appeared out of nowhere.

The surrounding Spirit Warriors raised their weapons, as if facing a formidable enemy.