Aigfen’s words completely enraged Hors and Nifeita. Originally mere lower gods, they had experienced several divine wars. After each war, a divine position would become vacant. Some gods would be born anew, filling the thirteen divine seats, while others would ascend.
Hors and Nifeita were among those who continuously ascended, climbing step by step from lower gods to middle gods. The schemes and hardships they endured were beyond the comprehension of these naturally powerful beings.
Nifeita and Hors floated slowly in the air, their eyes fixed on Aigfen, their gazes burning with fury. Nifeita spoke with hatred, “Aigfen, you descended here as a middle god. You have only experienced four epochs.
The divine race bestowed upon you more powerful divinity and divine power. Even if you die in battle and are defeated, you will still be Aigfen, the God of Death, when you awaken again.
But we, these weaklings, are merely tools for you to enhance your divine power. The divinity we awaken each time is meant to nourish you naturally powerful beings.
Why can’t we resist?
Tell me, why can’t we resist!”
Nifeita was consumed by rage. Her entire being was engulfed in golden flames, her golden-fire eyes shining ever brighter in the gray sky.
The vast volcanic ash was consumed by the golden fire, and the sky itself was set ablaze with golden-fire hues.
Hors remained silent. Nifeita’s words were more like an accusation, a denunciation of fate. As gods, they were seemingly born only to nourish the powerful, to become their strength.
Every word Nifeita spoke resonated deeply within Hors.
“Ah!!”
Hors roared, unleashing his divine power. A massive spatial vortex instantly enveloped the sky above the entire island. With a wave of his hand, a silver-white trident appeared in his grasp. He leaned forward, and with a thunderous boom, he shot towards Aigfen like a cannonball.
Hors’s trident seemed to cleave through space as it clashed against Aigfen’s raised greatsword. Although his divine power was no match for Aigfen’s, the force imbued with his rage caused Aigfen to grunt softly.
As Aigfen repelled Hors, he also soared into the sky, charging towards Nifeita. Hors, after being sent flying back for a moment, immediately surged towards Aigfen again.
Three gods, three middle gods, engaged in a fierce battle in the sky. In mere moments, they exchanged over a hundred blows before soaring upwards again, disappearing into the clouds. They fought amidst the golden-fire sky and the clouds, each collision tearing through the clouds and scattering them.
The sky was filled with continuous roars.
He Li watched the sky, his expression shifting from astonishment to amusement. He looked at Susan, who stood stunned beside him, and smiled, “Captain Susan, are you sure the original purpose of your Hunter team was to hunt them?”
Susan did not reply.
He Li raised his hand, clenched his fist, and chuckled to himself, “So, gods are divided into upper, middle, and lower ranks. The law of the jungle, the survival of the fittest, applies to gods as well. Powerful gods devour weaker gods to enhance their strength and win wars. The ultimate victor will depart from here.
Where will they go?
The divine race?
What is that?”
He Li keenly caught the words Nifeita uttered. However, now was not the time to investigate such matters. Regardless, they had to win the divine war first.
The battle continued.
Nifeita and Hors had already unleashed their divine power and abilities. Hors’s spatial vortex continuously pulled at Aigfen, while Nifeita’s golden-fire eyes burned him.
They had experienced eleven wars, eleven epochs. Since accumulating enough divinity in the previous epoch to ascend to middle god status, they believed they could contend with other middle gods. Moreover, they had two against one.
Yet, Aigfen remained at ease, unfazed by the spatial vortex’s pull or the golden-fire’s incineration. Was this the nature of a born middle god?
Nifeita created distance from Aigfen, her hands dancing as divine power erupted from her body. The golden fire in the sky grew more intense, continuously burning Aigfen.
After forcing Hors back with a sword strike, Aigfen stood in the air, allowing the spatial vortex and golden fire to rage and incinerate him. He looked at Hors and Nifeita with a mocking gaze.
He raised his hand, grasped a wisp of golden fire, and lightly pinched it between his fingers, scattering it. He sneered, “You two still don’t understand. What’s the point of you becoming middle gods if you’re like this?”
“All the good things in the world are seized. Only the weak grovel and scheme.”
“In divine wars, only through combat and slaughter can one obtain everything. What difference is there between obtaining divinity through schemes and waiting for it to be distributed?”
Aigfen took a powerful stride forward, swinging his two-handed greatsword horizontally. A massive slash dispersed the spatial vortex and golden fire in the sky, and the volcanic ash also dissipated.
The sky returned to its azure blue.
Aigfen flashed before Hors, his greatsword descending towards Hors’s head. His colossal form and intense aura undeniably displayed his power as a middle god.
Hors raised his trident with both hands, the trident covered in overlapping spatial vortices, attempting to block Aigfen’s strike.
Clang!!!
A deafening roar echoed through the sky.
Hors managed to block it, but his trident was cleaved in two by Aigfen. He was then sent crashing down from the sky like a cannonball, landing on the beach with a thud. A massive cloud of sand billowed up, his fate unknown.
Aigfen grinned, then looked up at Nifeita, his eyes devoid of mockery, replaced by coldness and killing intent. He had expected to be met by Xotou or Biquis upon awakening, beings of similar caliber and equal standing, making the fight somewhat interesting.
But he hadn’t anticipated these two. This displeased him greatly. This was a provocation from lower gods to a middle god; they were courting death. Even though he had only just awakened and his divine power had not fully recovered, he was still far superior to these insignificant beings.
Without hesitation, the moment Aigfen looked at her, Nifeita turned and fled, much like the time she was pursued by He Li in the Atlantic at night, a desperate, defeated dog.
Morley on the island paused, glanced at the spot where He Li had disappeared, and then chased after Nifeita, skimming the surface of the sea.
Aigfen did not pursue Nifeita, deeming it unworthy. Such a character was not worth the effort.
He paused, then turned to look at the island below. The humans were already engaged in battle with Hors’s divine envoys, seemingly intending to kill Hors while the opportunity arose.
Aigfen had no interest in the squabbles of ants. He looked towards the east of the island, where a man and a woman stood on the sand dunes.
Aigfen’s gaze bypassed Susan entirely, landing on He Li. His eyes held a hint of confusion, and with a question, he asked:
“Xia Peishu?”