This is the maelstrom, where the subspace and the real universe are disrupted, which means that psionic beings are better able to interfere and predict the course of fate here.

They see more clearly.

But this is the Star Gods, and their existence can beat these old 6 who play with psionic powers of foresight.

So the subspace they couldn't see so clearly again.

But this does not mean that these psionic beings cannot use their wisdom, and the calculations and deductions on the chessboard and logic will also be their powerful weapons-

But only if their opponents are also logical.

It is a pity that there are people on this battlefield who do not have this powerful and beautiful quality.

For example, Angron, the lord of the red sands, who suddenly interrupted the battle.

And Hades's logic is obviously complete and rigorous, although no one but himself has thought of this scene.

The angry are angry, the adulterers laugh, the inactive look sideways, and the greedy get up.

The Emperor frowned slightly in displeasure, and the distant psionic wrestling caused the golden flames around him to ignite.

The Lord of Humanity took a deep breath and took another deep breath.

From the moment Hades was given the phalange, the Emperor never imagined that this ill-fated little finger bone would end like this, Hades had just kept it intact for a year and one hundred and thirty-seven days, four hours and seventeen minutes and five seconds.

But...... The Emperor closed his eyes, frowning at the crumbling body of Twelve, who had just banished the furious flames for his unfortunate heir.

In its place was not a gentle force, but a roaring and unreasonable power of faith and psionic power.

The emperor "looked" at the scythe-holding scythe-holding star god fragment in front of him, and the gift he chose was indeed exquisite.

If only Hades and Angron were to be relied upon, then Hades would have no chance of survival, and Angron would have been taken away by terror after Hades' death.

Even if the Emperor directs the power of the Hades Void Dragon, the chances of survival against the Night-Bearers who feed on their own kind are almost slim.

Perhaps Hades had done his best, even if the Emperor didn't expect it—he didn't expect it to be the way it was.

The Emperor carefully manipulated psionic powers, and Twelve needed to maintain a state of being able to fight until the battle was over.

Psionic energy is inherently restrained from Hades' Black Domain, so the Emperor cannot directly bless Hades.

That's why the Emperor wanted Hades to keep the blade of his old enemy, and the broken sword that had been protected by the four gods was enough to make the Emperor's spirit energy fully powerful.

But in the face of the night crowds, this is not enough.

The dull have not yet enlightened.

The previously set psionic energy forcibly evokes the resonance of the sluggish and the subspace, which consumes a large amount of psionic energy that has been accumulated - the master of the Silent Order finally realizes the faint power of the dragon.

But it's still not enough.

Fate was hurrying towards its established course, and the phalanges that had consumed a lot of psionic energy could not support any decent attacks, and the distance was too far for the emperor's hand to reach.

Perhaps Hades and Angelon will be in the maelstrom.

Realizing this, the emperor approved the documents with a blank face, before that, the Lord of Humanity had experienced countless failures, and he could only do what he could and accept what had happened.

The phalanges allowed him to sense that something was wrong with Hades, but due to Hades himself, the emperor had no way of knowing the details.

But just as the emperor's consciousness began to think about how to deal with the defeat of the maelstrom, his body shook violently!

The flow of the power of faith has changed! Psionic perception became clear and even intense in an instant! The emperor felt an unimaginable resonance—

Is Angron resonating with his psionic energy?!

In an instant, the emperor knew what was happening on the battlefield of the maelstrom.

The phalanges can conduct the emperor's spiritual energy, but beside Hades, the spiritual energy is difficult to exert its original effect, so Hades simply threw the phalanges directly at Angelon - the original body has a very high compatibility with the emperor's spiritual energy.

Just in the moment of contact, the Emperor and Anglon's higher spiritual energy was to expel the agrophobic anger!

Hades...... Hades, it is difficult for the emperor to evaluate his actions, objectively this did save Hades their lives, but ......

The emperor was expressionless, he didn't care about Twelve's mouth and esophagus, although he understood why Hades wanted this phalanx to enter his stomach, putting aside Hades's own obsession, Angelon at the moment was not suitable for other ways to wear phalanges.

…… Hades could have switched to a more normal and acceptable move.

The Lord of Humanity took a deep breath and wished he was calm.

The desk that suddenly cracked clearly disagreed with him.

And on the other side, in the middle of the maelstrom where fate has been shattered, under the gaze of the gods—

In the cold wind, in the ruins where Hades had fallen, the black fog began to fill, and the scorching green flashes thunderclaped.

The constraints have been removed.

The next moment, the dragon's phantom soared.

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This is a battle of the gods.

Countless flames fell from the billowing blood-clouded sky, and even the giant knights on the battlefield were little more than toys to get started, and only the Titans and the airships willing to dive from orbit into the earth could barely add a touch of smoke to the battle.

In the center of the crumbling line of sight, the red gold god of war was raising his axe and roaring, each with earth-shattering fury, slashing at his foe with rage, even though the wounds were all over the place, and the blood was so barren that it could no longer drip down.

The Crimson Giants fought with the darkness, and the darkness followed the battle closely, constantly interfering with the Nighthuers' plans to try to go elsewhere, the metal twisted and pierced into the darkness of the Nightmen, the binary language spread, and the Empire's war machine roared into the battle, adding victory to the battle with its massive bodies and explosions.

They died without regret because of the return of the Om Messiah!

The explosion made the earth tremble, and everyone could not stand still, facing the Om Messiah, the sage simply knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and then stood up resolutely, and he began to run forward, towards the very center of the death vortex.

A faint green arc leaped around the sage, and he stumbled.

The ground trembled, and he almost bounced, a huge shadow looming over him behind him, and the Titans ran over his head, charging slowly and heavily towards death, sparks splashing from the barrel of the Divine Machine and igniting holes in the tattered red robes.

Far more sacred, beautiful than simple binary language resounded in the sage's mind engine, far beyond the maximum power of his engine, but the inconsequential parts in his body began to dissolve, and the flowing metal slowly trickled into the mind engine, forcing him to understand.

His mind engine was trembling.

Another spaceship, misled by the warped space, exploded beside the sage, and the huge shockwave directly flew him, his tattered body flying in the air, and he saw the vast metal mound beneath him, countless alien corpses and mechanical corpses stacked densely.

He tumbled to the ground and slammed it the ground, but he managed to make it to the more central battlefield, black shards of metal floating unconsciously at his feet.

"Ohm Messiah!"

He shouted and ran forward again, green lightning flashed around him, his world darkened for a moment, and when he regained his senses, the sage found that the lower half of his body was gone, and the huge pit behind him, the whole ground seemed to have been dug out by a spoon.

He was discovered, attacked, and the Om Messiah saved his life! Because the gods still need him!

The sage struggled forward, the flowing metal forming a stream beside his creeping side, trying to heal him, but with the main body still fighting fiercely, the two sides vying for authority and domain, they were clearly unable to perform a true miracle, and could only strain the bubbling oil and blood for him.

The sage crawled over countless corpses, some alien and some sage, and all the corpses of the sages maintained a pilgrimage posture before they died.

He felt cold all over, but the engine of thought was burning, he saw alien technological creations, the sages knew—knew how to do it, and the Om Messiah had given him authority!

He pushed away the heavy, scarlet-holding scythe-holding corpse in front of him, and the sage struggled to reach the console, but after a few struggles, his chest rested against the black stone, and he slowly slid down.

The indicator light lit up a few times and went off.

Silvery-white liquid metal surrounded him weakly, like the cold teardrops of the Om Messiah.

Five seconds later, another sage violently pushed his corpse away and slammed his hand into the console.

The Nighthuggers in the midst of the fierce battle let out a terrible scream.

There's a lot going on today, and there's no ...... Tomorrow multi-yard points will be supplemented...... Spitting

(End of chapter)