Murderous intent deepened in Orson's eyes as Aeloria let out a thunderous roar and charged forward.
Dark red chaos mist coiled around him. He stood on the back of Yinglong, his chaos war staff humming softly in his hand.
"Life is only a few short decades. Maybe I can't complete Godslayer's great crusade, but I can pass this hope onward," Orson whispered.
Violent elemental power surged from every direction toward him. Everyone present was shaken. It was a godlike pressure that could end worlds.
The sky and the ground were covered by enormous dark-red hexagrams.
"Mortal God! Mortal God!"
"Godslayer—every last one of you, slaughter all who invade!"
Madman and Bradley's eyes turned blood-red, veins bulging on their foreheads as they howled until their voices cracked.
In an instant, countless teleport beams fell, summoning six full Godslayer legions. Only sixty to seventy thousand fighters, but they burned with radiance no weaker than an Archmage's divine light.
