CHAPTER 1175: CHAPTER 307: THE BATTLE BETWEEN THE FEDERATION GOVERNOR AND THE HOLY BRIANIA POPE

[Location: Northern Wasteland · Central Battlefield]

When Pope Mephiel opened his eyes, they burned with a deep color of desolation.

At that moment, the aura surrounding him reached its peak.

"Calculating the time, how long until the Angel Army engages them? Oh... has the battle already begun?"

Upon hearing the voice in his mind, Pope Mephiel’s face erupted in a radiant smile: "It’s finally beginning. This grand firework is finally at the time where it should be shown to the guests."

His gaze turned to the distance, knowing clearer than anyone that in that direction, the Angel Army had already begun one of the most brutal wars since their inception.

"Once this battle concludes, there should be barely any of the Angel Clan left alive. Ha, transforming your race into the senses of deities... such a choice binds yourselves eternally to the chariot of gods, ensuring you remain mere tools forever.

An invincible Angel Army? Just a group of dominated puppets, wouldn’t you agree, Caesar?"

The moment Pope Mephiel uttered these words, the surrounding area was instantly leveled.

No, to be more precise, a massive abyss was created on the map, spanning several kilometers where a terrifying shockwave directly exposed the earth’s crust, causing magma from the asthenosphere to erupt through the fractures.

In an instant, the region surrounding Pope Mephiel plunged into a magma hell.

"Mephiel, this is the war between you and me."

From the distance, a tall and terrifying figure slowly approached.

Undoubtedly, Caesar Governor was a true monster.

Behind him shimmered an Elemental Cross, akin to an Angel Halo, and his towering body embodied a violence aesthetic stemming from primitive times.

Now, he was entirely shrouded in hard dragon scales, their metallic sheen resembling a matte red-gold material, with skeletal spurs piercing his skin, resembling unfolded white bone hands.

The tempered muscles undulating with the scales issued unsettling sounds of bone friction throughout his body.

The previous strike had been delivered by such a monster.

Not as a final, desperate move to perish with the enemy, but merely an initial plain strike, effectively clearing out those fanatics around Pope Mephiel.

Yet when he looked at Mephiel enveloped in erupting magma, that face, lit by the fiery glow, was exceedingly serene, without a shred of resentment, appearing like a child quietly approaching the lakeside under moonlight, listening to cicadas and frogs.

Only those who truly faced Caesar knew he was the ultimate monster of this world, bearing traits blended from humans and dragons, possessing the aura of gods and demons, embodying the essence of purity and chaos, with countless complex elements manifesting within him.

Although he came alone, it felt as if he commanded an army.

No, rather... even an army paled compared to him.

In the transcendent world, supreme individuals like deities always emerge.

And on this continent, Caesar was the undisputed supreme.

Caesar observed Mephiel, who had gracefully ascended into the air amidst the smoke, having effortlessly shattered the erupting magma with a kick, and sighed softly:

"Humans truly are a foolish creature, wouldn’t you agree, Mephiel, my best friend? You, who usurped part of a deity’s power, should understand this well.

Regarding the nature of this world, concerning absolute authority gained from absolute power, such matters really are utterly dire."

Pope Mephiel gave no reply.

He was the one who had usurped divine power; following the death of the God of Ice, no deity could reclaim this power until a new deity inheriting the God of Ice’s authority appeared, allowing him to indiscriminately wield the Four Divine Blessings.

"Come, Mephiel, let us make our final stand. Being able to freely utilize the blessings of the God of Ice already serves as an enhancement of your strength.

Now is the perfect moment to bury you beneath the soil of this Northern Wasteland, ending the reign of gods, granting us the chance to welcome a new era."

Caesar brushed his scales, instinctively recalling that girl: "I always felt my daughter was foolish; how could human talent compete with monsters? She is not Kael, bestowed with the protection of monsters.

But her death indeed affects me, for she is, after all, my child."

Mephiel remained silent, perceiving a threat of death on such a Caesar.

"Mephiel, you should know, I am not a benevolent leader; when I am sorrowful, I tend to wish for destruction."

Caesar paused briefly before continuing, "To destroy a Pope Country is trivial, slaying another deity matters not, and you, especially, are inconsequential."

As his words fell away, the sky suddenly darkened.

A terrifying Black Sun, akin to a celestial body, came hurling from beyond the heavens with a gentle wave of Caesar Governor’s hand.