"War is an ugly thing, essentially it is destruction in its purest state, the method humans used to loot and conquer." God Emperor of Humanity.

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Aenar looked at the gazes before him and smiled, with no intention of moving a step forward. He was not in a hurry and could wait as long as necessary. After all, the trap was already set, only the prey needed to fall into it.

Suddenly, an extremely fast figure advanced towards Aenar. Even being hundreds of kilometers away, the sound of the ocean waves spread to all corners of the battlefield. Aenar seemed to see a tsunami advancing towards him.

With the first god taking the first step, the other gods no longer hesitated. All advanced with murderous intentions. They did not want to die, so Aenar had to die!

The Primarchs became tense, ready to fight. Each held their Chainsword tightly, ready for the extremely difficult battle. However, they soon showed confused expressions, as the Emperor himself did not even get up from the throne, apparently not even wanting to get up.

Aenar did not move until the gods finally entered the range of the Hundreds of Red Suns. When that happened, the world seemed to be hit by a red hue.

Gigantic red lightning bathed the earth. When the gods realized it, they saw a huge cage made of red lightning. When a god touched the lightning, he quickly moved away with a touch of fear.

In that god's mind, whispers asking him to worship Aenar made his mind strongly buzz. Even the world seemed confused, without directions or even dizzy. However, this was not the worst thing, that god felt that he could no longer return to his body!!!

This completely terrified him. What does it mean not to return to his body? He became a mortal who could have a little divine power, which was quickly depleting…

"You gods are really arrogant." Aenar stood up from the throne and spoke in a calm tone, tinged with a touch of amusement and sarcasm. "How dare you transfer your consciousness to a mortal body? What happens if someone cuts that connection? Isn't it that you fall from your divine thrones?"

Aenar's words made these gods feel shivers run down their bodies. It's not that they didn't think about it, but the body and soul are so intimately connected that there was nothing that could cut the connection between the soul and the body.

However, now, they really knew that this really existed at this moment.

"It's not difficult, just confuse the connection and you lose the ability to return to your divine bodies." Aenar said with a smile. "After all, this connection is just a bridge, it has no intelligence, it's easy to be cut by a large amount of random information."

Every word of Aenar was like a fairy piercing the gods' weak arrogance and ego. What would happen if they died in this situation? The gods discovered that they would really enter Eternal Sleep!

This was no different from dying!

A goddess arrived in front of Aenar with a seductive and warm smile. "My Emperor does not need to be an enemy of everyone, we just need a small piece of land to create humans to generate faith. We can live peacefully-"

Perhaps another mortal would be fascinated by the stunning beauty of the goddess before him, but Aenar only nodded with great disgust. Before the Goddess finished speaking, Aenar's sword had already been brandished.

The goddess's head was separated from her body as it fell to the ground, her expression still showed a seductive and warm look, without realizing that she was killed in a mere second, without even having time to notice that she was dead.

"I already have enough wives and lovers, I don't need a divine whore." Aenar said in a cold tone. He felt no pity or even any regret in killing such a beautiful goddess.

He was not a man addicted to women, so the proposal of this goddess mattered little to him. Besides, he already had the most beautiful women in the world by his side, he didn't need more.

The death of the goddess was like a trigger, officially opening this war. It was the first divine being to be killed and would be the first of many.

Looking at the gods, who were still shocked by the prison he had created, Aenar smiled and stood up from the Ruby Throne. The three ruby spears came out of the flesh of his back and his wounds healed in an instant.

He took a step forward and began to approach the gods with the long sword in his hand. The sword, which was bathed in divine blood, seemed increasingly special, the sword that once seemed as white as milk, now seemed made of a golden metal, full of holiness and majesty.

One of the gods did not care about Aenar's sword, he looked at the Ruby Throne and then at the red suns in the sky. At the same instant, he knew that this was Aenar's weakness.

"He does not have enough energy to maintain such a large amount of psychic energy! We just need to destroy the Ruby Throne and we can escape when the energy runs out!"

The god's words brought a vague hope to the gods. The reason why it didn't give much hope was simple, they also didn't have much divine energy! Without the main body to provide divine energy, they had no way to replenish divine energy.

That is, although Aenar could run out of energy, whoever consumed more energy would be the one who would die sooner. Gods were selfish and did not trust each other. How could they leave their own lives in the hands of their old enemies?

A god, who looked like a drowned mortal, looked at the gods and spoke in a hoarse and cold tone. "We can take turns, a group of gods attacks and then retreats after a while, another group takes the place of this group and so on."

"Do it!" The words of the Drowned God made the gods agree without hesitation. This was really a great method to prevent them from being used as consumables to consume Aenar's energy during battle.

Aenar watched with amusement as five gods positioned themselves far from him, ready to start a long-range field. The gods had no intention of battling Aenar up close.

"You have no intention of close combat, but I do." Aenar murmured as he took a step forward. Behind him, the Primarchs seemed to have received orders and attacked at the same time. They advanced towards the gods with cold and murderous expressions.

Although the relay method was good, it would only be effective if Aenar was alone, but he was not. Each Primarch could kill a god's avatar! That is, he had six wolves ready to wreak complete havoc on the gods' formation.

As for the three gods, who had just bowed before him, Aenar made them hide and take advantage of whoever was injured and kill these gods when they were defenseless.

The God of Death, the Goddess of Lys and the Night Lion, were more than happy to do such a job. They looked eagerly at the gods, as if they were large pieces of succulent meat.

They never imagined that the gods, once so great and sacred, could reach this state because of a mere mortal. But, here they were, watching the gods tremble because of a human, whom they considered mere cattle, that they could slaughter at any moment.

I must say, fate really liked cruel games, all the gods agreed.

Aenar could not use Prescience, but he already had a lot of battle experience, so he was not too worried about this war. For his conspiracy was not just the lightning cage!

Looking at the gods who were sure that the Cage only served to cut the connection with the dimension of the gods, Aenar's eyes narrowed, hiding the malice in his gaze.

Let him show why the human heart is sometimes scarier than demons in hell!

'I want to see their expressions when they know that humans are the race with the dirtiest tactics in the universe!' Aenar thought with a look full of malice. His sword seemed to tremble, eager to drink the blood of the gods again.

"Come on mother, you will drink the blood of the gods." Aenar whispered as he reached the gods in an instant.

He brandished his sword with a calm look.

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