Of course they were crazy. After all they were my fallen gods!

“I think the angels won’t bother us for a good amount of time,” I said while turning to Wryly, “so brother Wryly, isn’t it time to vent off a few of your fumes over there?”

“Oh, I just…” Wryly seemed to be startled by my sudden words to him. He was totally absorbed into what just happened, and wanted to know more about it.

But starting from here on, everything was my own stuff and secrets. “It’s just my two boys here are anxious to go and devastate the enemies, leaving none for you to kill,” I gave him a calm smile that wasn’t one.

Dude, if you didn’t get off my chariot for now, I’d make sure to kick you out myself.

“Alright then, we’ll meet after the war is over,” he waved his fist in the air before jumping over my chariot like the crazy jumper, “Ooohhhaaa!”

“Ooohhhaaa!”

As usual he shouted his familiar warcry shout and was echoed by his men down below. At this moment I saw the army he brought. “Five thousand… that’s not bad Wryly,” I turned to watch him vanish inside the ruined city.

And an idea popped up in my mind right now.

Why would I just let him fight only here? I still had another city and more to conquer.

What I didn’t expect was such a strong response from my enemy. Unlucky for me, it seemed I would gain nothing from these two cities.

From the look of things, I held little expectations to find any human survivors inside this city or the other one.

So I’d end up with two cities, emptied from any training camps. How bad would that be for me!

“Tell me what benefit our boy here will have,” as I pushed Wryly and his men away, I started to ask the more important question here. “Speak in low tone,” I warned and the death fallen god nodded as he said in low tone that seemed to be a whisper for him, yet loud enough to be heard by anyone around my chariot.

“He is going to have his soul evolve,” he said before adding, “and his energy reserve will be upgraded. He won’t need any stat points anymore.”

“Will he be in his prime condition?” I asked with much anticipation, yet that fallen god shook his head and let my hopes down.

“That won’t happen lord,” he said, “he will only have tier two opened for free.”

“Damn!” I couldn’t help but curse out loud, “if I just knew this would happen… I’d have given him all the stat points to unlock his top tier…”

But it wasn’t that bad either for me. As that annoying weapon was taken off the picture, it was time for my forces to expand.

The star weapon is down I sent this message to all of my team leaders, Push with all your might. The angels can’t harm you anymore

Who took it down? The first one to answer was the jumper. And like always, that dude was caring about the most important thing.

Who else? I sent it back to him. That idiot was asking something clear to any eye. Who else would take that weapon down but me?

“Alright,” as I finished sending all the messages and answering the repeated questions of my team members about what happened and what to do from now on, I shifted my attention towards this city. “Bring this damn portal down.”

“You dare to interfere in God’s business?” Just before my fallen gods would return to the frontlines, I heard such a rumbling voice coming from that gigantic portal. “You are asking to die!”

“Keep pushing forward,” as I heard that voice, I had a bad foreboding omen inside my guts. But I didn’t ask for a retreat, instead I moved my chariot fast, using the fully activated force of it to reach in less than a minute towards that portal.

As expected, a strange giant hand appeared from the portal, waved around in a crescentic shaped arc, releasing a strange offensive dark blue wave of energy.

The energy moved in a crescentic shape, expanding outwards like it had life of its own. Anything it passed through was killed in a brutal explosive manner.

“Use your shields,” as I was just a few seconds away from the frontline, I shouted for my shield warriors to activate their unified defensive skill.

*Rumble!*

The battle escalated after temporary calmness when everyone tried to resist the incoming deadly attack. My warriors, dragons, and two fallen gods tried their best to resist. And they weren’t the only ones doing this.

Wryly used some sort of a treasure to form a gigantic bell that shielded most of his forces away from that deadly attack. Fang’s Selvators also used some sort of weaker treasures, enough to sustain their lives for long seconds.

And then I arrived.

“Crush it!” against such energy attacks, my energy pulse attack was its counter. Alongside my sturdy shield, I started to not only stop this deadly wave from moving forward, but also started to push it back.

“Use your attacks,” I looked over my two fallen gods and without hesitation threw two hills of stat points for them to use, “use them in succession… Let’s stop this and shut down that portal together!”

My shout wasn’t only directed at my fighters, but for every single one fighting on my side inside this city.

“Ooohhhaaa!”

“Ooohhhaaa!”

The first actual response came not from my fallen gods but from Wryly and his men. That dude was so obsessed with his war cry, merely described as being fanatic with it.

Just as everyone started to push this wave back, I noticed the rapid consumption rate of my stat points stored inside my chariot.

“Damn!” It reminded me of what happened when I faced a god’s tears from that race. It seemed that the archlord was supported by someone mighty enough to use such an oppressive attack with a single wave of his hand.

Would he be able to use it again? It would be a damn disaster if he could. The only way to secure this place and claim the victory was through sealing that portal fast.