The God of Justice and Discipline, Napous, was a Weak God, a third-rate Order God. However, he was also the main religion of the Sala Dukedom.
Belief was the food for the Order Gods. It was an unspoken rule of this world that a small country would have a small God. The rise of a mega empire or a new species would also mean that a powerful God had risen to power. For example, Wumianzhe from back in the day was now the Guardian God of the Mist Alliance. He had successfully risen to power.
Of course, there were those who succeeded, but there were also those who went too far. For example, Rose and Lady Storm had already completely fallen.
According to the traditions of the Holy War, since this was Napus's territory, he was the protector of this country. When the forces of Chaos challenged the Order Faction, he should be the one to lead the mortals and churches under his command to meet them head on.
However, it was obvious that by the time he reacted, the undead would have already spread into a calamity. His population would be greatly reduced, and he wouldn't be able to gather enough power to stop the Calamity. It was likely that the God himself would fall into eternal slumber.
This was also the foundational reason why it was so difficult for Weak Gods who relied on belief to survive the Holy War. Although Weak Gods were above mortals, they greatly relied on mortals, and it was quite easy for Weak Gods to leave the stage early in battle.
From this standpoint, Roland and the others had helped Napous greatly. A Weak God fighting against an Undead Emperor who had the power of a Main God in his own country? It was obvious what the outcome would be like.
But right now, Napous was probably more anxious than anyone else as he watched the undead begin to scatter.
As far as I could see, the Holy Church Knights had formed a defensive formation. On a simple temporary altar, the formerly arrogant bishop knelt down, clenched his fists, and prayed in a low voice.
It was as if the Gods in the sky had heard his prayer. The clouds parted, and a pillar of light descended, lighting him up.
"Sacrifice …"
It was obvious that it would be difficult to choose a vessel for a God's power. I didn't believe that any random high-level priest would be a suitable vessel for a God's Descent. In that case, sacrificing one's own physical body and soul as the price for a God's Descent would be the prerequisite.
And if one's physical body wasn't strong enough and didn't have a high degree of compatibility, how many True Gods' power could one descend and how many seconds would be a problem.
"If I can complete a Divine Art, perhaps it'll be of help."
But soon, I wouldn't have to guess anymore …
Under the pillar of light, a three-meter-tall Knight of Light riding a white horse stood up. It was the human form of the legendary God of Commandment.
He fiercely waved his snow-white spear, as if he was roaring something …
"Boom!"
Alright, he had indeed self-destructed. With him as the core, the entire horizon was ignited by a white brilliance.
The power brought about by the explosion of a True God's incarnation was at the peak of the mortal world. To forcefully perform a God's Descent on someone who was not a God's Descender and then self-destruct the incarnation, for a Low God, perhaps a hundred years of accumulation would be considered a waste.
However, the power of a god's incarnation's self-destruction was real. Intense white light illuminated everything in front of them, and the horizon was cleansed by the positive energy mixed with the power of faith and divine power. The undead that were the first to be hit were ignited, and they howled in pain as they were reduced to ashes.
Perhaps Napous wasn't very powerful as a Low God, but his Divine Concept was Commandment, and he was a pure Order God. As a Holy Light God, his self-destruction would definitely be the natural enemy of all creatures of Chaos.
The unluckiest of all was probably the Lich Lord, who was relying on magic to fly. Originally, he should have been the most likely to escape the battlefield due to his high-speed flight. However, he was directly hit by a shockwave of positive energy. He had no chance of dodging at all, not to mention that his entire body was filled with powerful negative energy.
His crown and staff, which were both magical artifacts, were instantly destroyed. Pitch-black magic enveloped his skeleton, which was lit up by a white light. Overflowing positive energy directly shot out from his eye sockets and mouth, transforming the terrifying lich into a candle of light that spat out Holy Light from all his pores.
His laughable appearance instantly froze, and then instantly exploded into thousands of pieces.
Large numbers of undead collapsed just like that. Surviving a large-scale forbidden spell required not only luck, but also power level. The weaker the undead, the less likely it was that they would be able to survive in such a situation.
Wherever the shockwave passed, zombies became cooked meat, skeletons became spare parts, ghouls became skewers, bone dragons became lanterns, and banshees enjoyed the destruction of mermaids.
"How many forbidden spells have been destroyed already …?"
From a certain standpoint, I felt rather helpless as well. Whenever a mega combat strength appeared on a regular battlefield, it would be either you throwing a forbidden spell or I self-destructing. It would be quite pitiful to be a regular melee combatant. Even a Myth-ranked individual wouldn't know if they would be sent to the heavens by some mage or priest in the next instant.
Not only was God's Destruction affected by the shockwave, the Wood Spirit Knight who was chasing after the undead weren't too far away from them. They were also affected by the shockwave. No matter what kind of magical plant equipment they were using to fly, they could only freely fall to the ground after being attacked by such a powerful divine power.
Fortunately, the Wood Spirit Knight herself was also a physical creature with powerful positive energy. After the magical plants and magical machines received the first wave of positive energy, their physical bodies weren't damaged much. Their minds also recovered after a short period of dizziness.
Dwarven parachutes were standard equipment for Wood Spirit Knight. Tiny white flowers appeared in the sky. However, judging from how the Wood Spirit Knights kept waving their tiny fists at the sky, they didn't seem to feel any gratitude towards this God at all.
The Wood Spirit Knights were only barely affected by the shockwave, but the Wood Spirit Temple Knight who were protecting them were right next to the shockwave.
Even though the Wood Spirit Knight managed to complete his God's Descent, not a single one of the Wood Spirit Temple Knight retreated. They were then swallowed up by the fatal white light behind them.
The self-destruction of a God's incarnation would be incredibly powerful. There would be no survivors, and it would be impossible for there to be survivors. However, judging from how the Wood Spirit Temple Knight appeared in such a dangerous location and fearlessly fought until the very last moment, it was likely that they had long since been mentally prepared to sacrifice themselves.
"This is their home. Behind them are their families and species …"
Compared to long-lived species, humans had short lifespans and low talent. They had many things to worry about and have many desires. Humans appeared to be short-sighted and a waste of their lives, but in times of danger, heroes would always appear. Perhaps it was precisely because humans had so many things to worry about and so many responsibilities that they knew how precious life was. That was why they knew that it was necessary to sacrifice themselves at critical moments.
I had seen far too many such brave warriors and Wood Spirit Temple protectors …
The Wood Spirit Temple protectors sacrificed themselves in exchange for divine power's self-destruction. This indeed achieved tremendous results. At least 80% of the fleeing undead had fallen into eternal sleep due to the explosion. The remaining undead were all injured. Once the Wood Spirit Temple's second wave of Wood Spirit Temple Knight arrived, killing the undead would be much easier than before. Perhaps some undead would be able to escape, but it would be incomparable to the destructive Undead Calamity from before.
The pitiful state the undead were in helped me relax. I could now focus on the ruins. Timlad hadn't contacted me of his own volition ever since I sent him a request for help.
"Don't tell me he's really dead. How about I go take a look?"
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