Chapter 286: Chapter283-The Wrath of the Gods of Middle Earth
The Heaven Emperor Fist carried an overbearing and relentless will.
Even the master of the Forbidden Sea was momentarily caught off guard when this sudden attack came crashing down upon him. He could sense something unusual from the force of the punch.
“To dare strike at this sovereign’s projection, you may indeed be the first in this entire plane!”
As these words, full of arrogance, echoed out, the projection of the Forbidden Sea’s master transformed into a massive hand covered in magical runes, meeting Owen’s punch head-on.
This giant hand carried a decaying deathly aura that rotted all things it touched. The black miasma emanating from it corroded the very space around them, leaving it full of gaping holes, like a shattered window with cracks in every direction.
Even though this was merely a projection, its power was comparable to the strongest Archgod-tier beings.
Yet, to the surprise of the projection, after Owen’s Heaven Emperor Fist had been significantly weakened, a majestic figure crowned like a ruler over heaven and earth appeared behind Owen. The deathly aura couldn’t approach this figure at all, and the projection could faintly sense a dangerous energy radiating from it.
“Heaven Emperor Fist!”
“Shatter!”
As the projection before Charles-Saint was caught off guard, Owen roared.
His fist suddenly erupted with a dazzling light, like a blinding sun, causing everyone present to momentarily lose their sight.
Boom!
Before the projection could react, Owen’s punch had already pierced through its chest. Countless cracks spread from the point of impact, crawling across the entire projection.
In Charles-Saint’s horrified gaze, Owen’s punch pressed forward, straight toward him.
The pain in his chest was so excruciating that Charles-Saint found it hard to breathe. The agony was so intense that for a moment, he lost all sensation.
In his daze, he looked down at his chest. A fist-shaped imprint had pierced through it, and in the next instant, the imprint detonated like a fierce explosion.
Even though Charles-Saint’s body had been tempered by countless rare treasures, it was reduced to countless pieces under the impact of Owen’s punch, falling from the sky like a rain of flesh and blood.
The gods of Middle Earth, watching the blood rain down from above, felt a chill spread through their bodies, a dense fog of despair rising in their hearts.
Meanwhile, the mages in the imperial capital burst into cheers. Charles-Saint had clearly been an important figure, but now, he had fallen at the hands of their emperor!
After erasing Charles-Saint, the projection that remained in the sky fell into a state of furious rage.
The one it was supposed to protect had just been killed by Owen!
For someone who had always been undefeated, this was a tremendous humiliation!
Immediately, waves of murderous intent spread out from the projection.
Owen suddenly felt as if the world had spun around him, and before he knew it, he found himself imprisoned in a small world conjured by the projection.
At the same time, the gods of Middle Earth, who had been stunned by Charles-Saint’s sudden death, received a transmission from the master of the Forbidden Sea, and their eyes turned red with excitement, as if they had been injected with adrenaline.
The master of the Forbidden Sea’s message was simple:
“Destroy the imperial capital. I want him to watch as everything he holds dear is annihilated before his very eyes!”
Destroy the imperial capital!
Their original goal had been to wipe out the imperial capital, but now, the command had come from the master of the Forbidden Sea himself.
If they performed well and successfully breached the capital, it would be their path to true ascension!
After all, the God Realm, the Burial Grounds, and many other ancient lands all followed the master of the Forbidden Sea’s orders!
Previously, the master of the Forbidden Sea had seemed distant and unreachable, but now, this powerful figure, as distant as the stars, was watching closely.
“Kill!”
The elite forces of Middle Earth surged into the imperial capital with newfound speed and ferocity.
Meanwhile, the dragonfolk, busy maintaining the protective shield to defend against the battle’s shockwaves, did nothing to stop them.
While the master of the Forbidden Sea had given his orders to the others, Owen had already sent his own transmission to the dragonfolk and many others, telling them not to concern themselves with the God Emperors. Instead, they were to focus on resisting the fallout from the celestial god’s battle.
Though they didn’t fully understand Owen’s reasoning, they trusted that Owen wouldn’t lead them astray. So, when the Archgod-tier figures and their forces charged forward, the dragonfolk merely watched as they passed.
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Meanwhile, inside the imperial capital.
Madelyn, Charlotte, and Rachel were about to activate the city’s defensive arrays, which had long been prepared. But suddenly, they noticed a man and a woman walking down the bustling streets.
The two appeared to be dressed in ordinary clothing, yet the energy radiating from them was entirely different from those around them.
They strolled through the streets as if they were walking in a different dimension, showing curiosity toward many things in the city, casually discussing them as they walked.
Although many people were nearby, no one could hear what they were saying.
Lord of Stars!
War Goddess!
Madelyn and Rachel exchanged shocked glances, both seeing the astonishment in each other’s eyes.
They had encountered the War Goddess and Lord of Stars once before, in the Demon Abyss. These were legendary figures!
Defying the heavens and standing against the natural order!
Charlotte and the others had never seen the Lord of Stars and War Goddess before, but after hearing Madelyn and Rachel’s exclamations, their minds instantly recalled ancient depictions of these two figures.
The images and stories of the Lord of Stars and War Goddess were well-known, with most mages having come across them during their childhood, learning about their legendary feats.
But they had always seemed like distant legends, figures to be dismissed from reality. Now, at Rachel and Madelyn’s reminder, they realized the truth.
These two, from their attire to their appearance, and even their otherworldly aura—who else could they be but the Lord of Stars and the War Goddess?
As Madelyn and the others stared at them in stunned silence, the two seemed to sense something and looked up toward the sky.
There, the gods of Middle Earth had already breached the skies above the capital. Gazing down from above, they marveled at the grandeur and prosperity of the ancient city.
Though the mana on the continent was far less abundant than in Middle Earth, and resources were less plentiful, since Leslie had taken charge of the empire, the capital had expanded. Thanks to her exchanges with Owen, she understood the importance of economic development.
As a result, the capital had grown into a thriving hub. Mages and merchants from other cities, even from different kingdoms, had set up shops and done business here.
The capital’s commercial and residential districts were so bustling that its crisscrossing streets outshone even those of Middle Earth.
“What a magnificent city… it’s a pity it’s about to be torn apart!”
An elderly woman from the Eternal Mountains clicked her tongue and raised her staff high, gathering countless green wind blades above her head, dense like raindrops.
“This destruction will be my Eternal Mountains’ greatest achievement!”
Her wrinkled, withered hand swung downward, and the countless wind blades howled as they descended, slicing through the air with a sharp sound, as if even the sky itself were falling.
At that moment, the citizens in the imperial capital looked up in shock, their eyes drawn to the piercing sound. As they saw the endless wind blades falling, their pupils contracted in terror, and they prepared to run for shelter.
But before they could react, the War Goddess, who had already noticed the situation, let out a cold snort. With a flick of her finger, a highly compressed magical light shot forward, expanding rapidly.
The descending wind blades, like mud falling into the sea, froze in place under the light of the magic, and when the light vanished in an instant, the wind blades disappeared along with it, as if they had never existed.
“How dare you strike at a time like this? Do you have a death wish? I’d like to see who’s foolish enough to tempt fate!”
The elderly woman from the Eternal Mountains was stunned for a moment, then she suddenly felt a chill run down her spine and snapped her gaze toward the street where the War Goddess stood.
The terrifying aura that had made her heart tremble was emanating from that very spot.
Then she saw the War Goddess standing there, hands clasped behind her back, with an expression of indifference.
The old woman swallowed nervously, wondering if she was hallucinating.
There was no way a legendary figure like the War Goddess could be in such a remote corner of the world, much less standing on Owen’s side and attacking the gods of Middle Earth.
That woman in the distance must simply resemble the War Goddess.
But just as this thought crossed her mind, her entire body suddenly throbbed with pain, and a clear imprint of a fist appeared, pressing into her skin.
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