The sky over the royal capital was covered with thick clouds, and torrential rain and thunder roared together.

Dust and fire were in a cloud and poured over the earth.

In the face of natural disasters, the royal capital fell into chaos again.

Even the mages outside the walls, exhausted and collapsed, raised their heads and looked up at the sky with their dull eyes full of terror.

What's the situation, the sun has just come out not long ago.

Why is it starting to be windy and rainy again?

Is it the calamity again?

The mages opened their eyes wide as they tried to reach through the dense clouds to probe the massive figures that radiated various lights.

It didn't.

This time, even Victor didn't appear in that sky.

Is it just a natural disaster?

Why is Wang Du so unlucky, and he caught up with the hot again.

But under the fury of this natural disaster, they seemed to see a narrow gap in the clouds in the distance.

Divine golden light shines through the cracks and falls on the earth.

A man with golden wings bathed in the holy light gradually flew towards the sky.

In the convergence of the elemental catastrophe, he is full of mystery and sublimity.

All the mages' eyes widened in disbelief at the scene.

Heim Horn stood on the rampart, looking at Hermes rising, his eyes widening.

Hurriedly whispered to Rachel beside him:

"Quick, use your natural finches to gather all the mages!"

Rachel stared at the sky with the same solemnity, and when he heard Heim Horn's words, he nodded:

"I've done that."

Rachel had already sensed that something was wrong, and was already informing all the mages.

Because just now, one of his natural finches was 'killed'.

Moreover, it was the natural finch he was most concerned about, because that natural finch was next to Cocott.

The natural finches are connected to him, which gives them a clear picture of what is happening in the palace.

However, the natural finch 'died' in the palace.

As a result, their contact with Kocot and Victor was directly cut off.

The most important thing is that at the last moment of the disappearance of the natural finch, extremely heavyweight news came:

Victor vanished.

The news of this news directly ruined the plan of the Mage Council.

Because the magic that bound Hermes was unleashed by Victor's own hands and controlled by him himself.

Only Victor knows this god best, and only Victor can suppress this god.

But now, Victor has disappeared for no apparent reason.

So the god was successfully freed.

The two men on the city wall raised their heads and looked at the sky above the royal capital, which was full of clouds and natural disasters.

Thunderstorms, wind and fire chaos.

Even dust will be raised and spread all over the sky.

Only the place where Hermes was located, the place of the Holy Light, as if favored by a god outside the sky, was so calm that it made people feel strange.

Looking at the holy light falling in the distance, Heim Horn couldn't help but mutter:

"That's what it is...... Gods? ”

Hermes, the god of commerce, alone could cause such a catastrophe and natural catastrophe.

The power is incredible.

It's hard to imagine how much effort and effort it took for the archmage to establish the mage council in the past when many gods coexisted.

And finally banished the last god, the goddess of justice, from the earth.

Heim Horn stood there, stunned, the expression on his face changing in a complicated way.

Not only him, but even the mages outside the city walls looked at Hermes with awe in their eyes.

To ordinary people, gods are untouchable beings.

But just as they looked up at the sky, a pale meteor suddenly pierced the space and passed through where the golden light was.

The clouds were gently torn apart by strong waves of air, forming a long, straight fissure.

At that moment, the golden light on Hermes's body instantly dissipated, and his body fell back to the earth again.

The clouds in the sky closed again, and even the light gradually died out.

All the mages watched in amazement and fell silent.

What is that pale meteor just now?

Only Heim Horn, who was standing on the wall, froze in place, watching the silver light streak across the sky.

And only he can see it best.

The meteor just now was just an ordinary iron spear.

It was the spear that pierced the flesh of a god.

At that moment, he suddenly thought of something, and said to Rachel beside him:

"Don't worry, settle the other mages first."

His eyes looked at the center of the distant palace, and he said as if relieved:

"The Emperor of the Empire has struck."

……

As Hermes fell to the earth with a heavy fall, the catastrophe that had ravaged the royal capital gradually subsided.

The thunder and torrential rain slowly subsided, and the raging flames gradually extinguished.

The wind lost its strength, and the thorns withered.

Only the oppressive clouds remained.

At the place where Hermes had fallen, countless inhabitants were far away and surrounded him.

Each of them had their eyes on Hermes, their eyes full of curiosity.

But these curiosities, in Hermes's eyes, were like mockery.

It was like a piece of sharp blade, inserted into his body.

But Hermes didn't know what to do with these inferior human gazes.

Because......

He hung his head and stared feebly at the torn half of his wings.

There was a tremor in the eyes that had lost their golden light.

He, wounded.

The sharp pain from the wound penetrated deep into his heart, a sensation so foreign to Hermes.

How long has it been?

It had been a long time since he had felt pain.

As a god, Hermes had forgotten the sensation of pain for many years.

When was the last time he was injured, he couldn't remember.

But because of that.

At this moment, even the shame brought by Victor when he dragged him down from the sky was not more tangible than the pain of the injury.

Although he fell to the ground at that time, he was still a high god in the eyes of everyone.

Because the gods who are above all human beings will not be harmed.

In the consensus of the people, the gods do not shed blood.

People are all used to the stories of legends.

The gods and humans cannot come into contact with each other.

But in the case that the two sides cannot touch, the gods are still nobler than humans.

Because human beings know that the gods possess the 'divine power' that belongs to the gods.

They can use this superhuman power to bring punishment to humanity.

Leaving farmers' crops unharvestable and residents' houses blown away by the wind.

For the gods, it's just a matter of moving a finger.

In such a situation, the gods are naturally nobler than humans, and humans naturally worship the gods.

The gods are regarded as immortal beings, and humans are powerless to resist even if they want to.

But now, Hermes's wings were pierced by spears, and a huge wound was torn.

Blood gushed out from the wound, scarlet blood splattered across the ground of the square, marking a slender trail.

Everyone saw Hermes' injuries and realized a startling fact.

God, too, is wounded and bleeds.

God, too, will die.

At this moment, the exalted throne of Hermes, which belonged to the gods, was in the hearts of the people of the empire.

Completely collapsed.

In the end, Hermes could only look weakly at the blood spreading on the ground, and his whole body trembled.

As if unwilling to accept the facts, his eyes flashed with a crazy light:

"But ......"

"I am a ...... God"

He staggered to his feet from the ground, the golden light in his eyes glinting despite being covered in scarlet blood.

The golden wings on his back, one side of which had lost its luster, drooped and dragged out a long trail of blood.

On the other side, the wings still shone with dazzling golden light, stretching high in the air.

Hermes raised his head, and his eyes, full of silent golden sand, suddenly widened.

The golden sand flows slowly in it, like the tranquility before the storm.

His piercing gaze traversed the space, over the steps, and into Oberly, who sat on the throne at the front of the palace.

All the surrounding residents looked at such a tragic Hermes, felt a deep panic, and retreated.

Even the frenzied elves around Hermes hid in the corners, hugging each other tightly, full of tension and fear.

In the oppressive silence, Cocott, whose ears resounded with a popping sound, clutched one ear.

He also looked at Hermes in front of him with trembling eyes.

Under everyone's gaze, Hermes's madness reached its extreme.

A vortex of violence erupted in the golden sandy eyes, and even arteries erupted in the neck.

He threw up his head, opened his massive mouth to reveal his pale teeth, and let out a deafening roar towards the sky:

"I Am God!!!!"

In the next second, a heavy roar burst into the sky!

It was as if there were countless behemoths roaring at the same time.

Hearing this incessant roar, people looked at each other in horror:

"What's going on?"

"Why is the square getting darker?"

The crowd erupted in a barrage of whispers of confusion and unease.

They looked down at the square that seemed to be engulfed by darkness, and a strong sense of foreboding came over them.

It was as if something had appeared in the sky, completely obscuring out the slightest light left in the sky.

Darkness has descended on the entire royal capital.

When they finally saw the behemoth floating in the sky, the residents' pupils instantly dilated, and they unconsciously gasped.

With a strong sense of horror, deep into their bones.

Above in the sky, there are countless floating steel behemoths!

Under the tremor of countless ripples, it was as if deep holes flowing with magic had been dug out of the sky.

All kinds of metal floating airships protruded half of their huge bodies from the caverns of these spaces.

They twisted their bulky propellers, and a roar slowly emerged.

Patches of steel beasts were like pitch-black stars, rushing out of the gaps in the sky, obscuring the entire sky.

The airship's hull is filled with steel cannons that glow with magical light, and the muzzles of the cannons point directly at the glittering Imperial Palace.

It was as if in the next second it was about to erupt a devastating force from these heavy cannons, covering the entire land.

In the reverberation of the writhing machinery and the roar of the steam engine, the golden palace perched on the earth was particularly majestic.

It was like a golden beast facing black stars, incomparably majestic.