Boom!
The temple gates swung open again. Fully recovered, Taran strode out, a crushing divine presence sweeping across the god-city.
"I thought you were planning to turtle forever."
Bradley sneered as he rode Cecil through the battlefield, blew up a warship, then dropped back down outside the temple.
Orson's little wedge tactic paid off immediately. Three of their eight nation-class warships had been shot down. Whether the enemy managed to recover or not no longer mattered.
"Careful. Even if you're a fat cat with nine lives, this guy can still kill you," Madman warned.
At the same time, the pillar of light blasting from the shrine into the sky faded.
Twenty-three auroras arced toward the temple. The god-tier challengers from other worlds dropped to one knee. Their eyes went glassy, pupils blown wide like corpses.
Moments later, their gazes lit with a different shine. They blinked, divine light flickered, and their stat panels spiked like rockets.
