Because the space was still shaking, Sui Xiong could only fly, but his flying speed was extremely fast. In a short while, he returned to the vicinity of the battlefield.
But it was only "nearby."
The two God Kingdoms had collided and exploded together. The resulting power was beyond what any god could achieve. Even the continuous self-destruction that Sui Xiong had used to face a large number of enemies paled in comparison. How could such a huge explosion be dissipated so easily!
Even with Sui Xiong's power, he could not get too close. He could only watch from afar.
That ball of hot white light was still exploding and burning fiercely. It could be seen that although the two God Kingdoms had already gone through the first round of explosions, there were still many things burning and exploding inside. Looking at this trend, it was estimated that the explosions would continue for a while.
When everything had exploded, that ball of light formed from two very different kinds of Divine Power would definitely burn for a long time. Perhaps it would eventually cause a huge explosion — even more powerful than the previous one — and then only a few pieces would be left. Or perhaps they would gradually merge and transform into another kind of Divine Power that could accommodate both of them, gradually stabilizing. When that time came, it would become a treasure that everyone would drool over, and all the gods would have designs on it.
But that was something that would happen a long time later.
At least for the battle before them, all of this was meaningless.
Now, what Sui Xiong was most concerned about, and what the gods were most concerned about, was where had the two sides gone?
There was no need to care about the army of Oracles that had surrounded the two God Kingdoms. Without a doubt, they had all died. Facing such an explosion at close range, even gods would not be able to survive, let alone Legendary or at most Demigod level Oracles. Even the great Divine Powers that stood at the top of all the gods, if their reactions were just a little slower, or if they did not have the appropriate means to deal with it, they could be killed directly.
So even Sui Xiong did not expect many of the two sides to be left alive. He only hoped that both sides wouldn't die all at once, so that this grand battle that everyone thought would go down in history would come to an end in a grand and spectacular way.
"At least … a strong person like the God of Light should not die so easily …" Because of the surging Divine Power around him, he could not use his Divine Power to search, nor did he dare to risk using his soul detection. He could only use his eyes to search for any signs of survivors. As he searched, he muttered to himself.
"Wuther Rang! Come out! I know you won't die so easily! "A strong and hoarse voice rang out.
Sui Xiong was taken aback. He turned his head and saw a stream of light whizzing over. It was a huge warship. On the warship, there were many strong beastmen.
The Orc Gods, a large number of Demigods, and elite Oracles were gathered on that mountain-like battleship. It was a terrifying force that surpassed most of the God Systems in the world.
On the bow of the battleship, the "Iron Mask Ferocious Spirit" Snakenell, who Sui Xiong had met several times, was dressed in a military uniform. He held a long spear with a forked tip that looked like a snake's tongue and stared coldly at Sui Xiong.
That strong and hoarse voice came from his mouth.
Sui Xiong carefully looked at the warship and suddenly froze. On the warship, he did not see the figure of "Sky Devourer Canine" Lefon.
Where was Lefon?
As the strongest person in the Orc God System, he should be present!
Sui Xiong flew over in confusion and faced the Orc Gods. Just as he was about to ask his own question, he suddenly trembled and stopped in his tracks.
He noticed that among the Orc Gods, many had changed into luxurious ceremonial attire. There were white ribbons fluttering at the corners, waists, and shoulders of the ceremonial attire.
This was the Orc Clan's mourning attire. When an elder or good friend passed away, they would wear this kind of attire decorated with a few white ribbons at the funeral.
There were many Half-Orcs in the Republic of Northwest. Although their bloodlines and beliefs had changed, their customs and traditions had not changed. Therefore, this kind of attire could often be seen at funerals.
This kind of attire was not eye-catching. Most people would not even notice the few white ribbons. However, Sui Xiong was a professional artist. When he first saw it, he paid special attention to it. Later, he specially compared it with the festive attire and asked around. In a series of formal academic papers published under the name "Schwalier von Stolovsky Franz," one of them was "On the Origin of the Orc Mourning Attire and the Symbolic Meaning of the White Ribbons at Each Position." It was even praised by the scholars of the Orc Empire.
Therefore, when he observed the attire of the Orc Gods, he immediately recognized these mourning attires, and then immediately understood what was going on.
They were mourning for their Master God.
The Master God of the Orc God System, who had defeated the "Iron Mask Ferocious Spirit" and inherited the throne of the Orc God, the hero who had been maintaining the stable development of the Orc God System, "Sky Devourer Canine" Lefon, had died.
When he thought of this, Sui Xiong naturally could only remain silent.
In the Orc God System, there was no one he was particularly familiar with. The only one who could be considered "perhaps a friend" was Lefon. Now that Lefon was dead, there was no need for him to go over and ask anything.
They were not friends, so what if he asked? Lefon was in a bad mood, and he might not answer.
The huge warship whizzed past Sui Xiong without stopping for a moment. The gods, demigods, and oracles on the ship all had stern expressions on their faces. They carefully searched for traces of the human gods, and no one looked at Sui Xiong.
Sui Xiong was silent and did not say anything.
After a while, he went to meet the Dwarven Gods who were following behind the Orc God's Warship, who were also riding on a warship.
The dwarves did not have such huge warships, and they had a total of six warships to bring all the gods, demigods, and elite oracles out.
Behind them was a majestic fleet of ships, numbering in the hundreds.
This was the god system that had allied with the Orcs and decided to join forces to fight against the humans. Some of them rode on warships, some used other tools of war, and the weaker ones only had tools of transportation that could not be used for war. There were even those who did not have any tools of transportation at all, so they simply revealed their true bodies and used them as transportation, allowing their demigods and oracles to ride on them.
There were also many races, such as dwarves, pygmies, and the native gods of the Marsh … Even the evil elven gods, who rarely appeared and had no sense of existence, had also come.
Even the gods of many races that originally lived in other worlds and only had a scattered presence on the Main Plane had arrived one after another.
In this decisive battle for the future of their race, they had all come!
The Orcs had already used the sacrifice of their main god and the destruction of their God Kingdom to prove their sincerity. They had paid a huge price to beat the human gods to a point where they had never been weak in history. For those gods who did not want their people to be completely driven out of the Main Plane, or for those who wanted to give their people the best opportunity to reproduce, this was the best opportunity, and perhaps the only opportunity.
This battle would be the final decisive battle between all the races that had the ambition to develop on the Main Plane!
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