Chapter 336: God's Arrival (Extra chapter for the alliance leader, for the sake of the 2D girl)

Under a gloomy sky, Birch, the Great Emperor of the Black Prison, arrived in a new land.

It was a small demi-human kingdom where even the strongest practitioners were merely legendary figures. However, their most powerful individuals had also gone to the front lines to fight, some even guarding watchtowers, and had just recently fallen by his hand.

"What pitiful creatures!" he smiled.

With a flick of his wrist, strange, monstrous birds gathered in the town's sky, forming a black tide.

"Kill them all! Leave no one alive!" His stern face remained calm.

"Mortals of an era are but fleeting clouds," he mused. "They come into this world, laugh, and die of old age, like overgrown weeds. Their mere thirty-odd years of life are meaningless. Slaughter them at will, and they will simply proliferate again."

On the ravaged land, corpses piled up like mountains. Birch, the Great Emperor of the Black Prison, strode forward, observing the wailing of the ordinary people.

Many believers, dragging their families with them, knelt on the streets. Churches were packed with praying crowds. They gazed at the statue of the God of Wisdom high above, closed their eyes, wept in their suffering, and fervently prayed from the 'Book of Wisdom':

"Oh God of Wisdom, Achilles in the heavens,We call upon Your name as Father,Grant us the wisdom to rise above beasts, bestow upon all living beings the power of thought,May Your knowledge exist in written words, and likewise reside within our hearts,May Your wisdom be the scepter of power, symbolizing ultimate strength."

A faint, ethereal hymn gradually echoed through the town, as countless desperate souls prayed.

The church's prayer hall could no longer accommodate everyone. By the fountain in the town center, old men, children, women, and men knelt devoutly on the ground, calling out and tremblingly closing their eyes.

"How pathetic," he said suddenly, descending into mid-air.

Instantly, the people present trembled even more. As if hearing the voice of a demon, they squeezed their eyes shut, not daring to look at anything outside. They knelt on the ground, their prayers growing louder, seemingly wishing to end their lives in this manner.

He shook his head, raising his arm high as boundless black light gathered. "These are the lowly mortals," he declared. "In times of crisis, they only know to pray, to seek spiritual solace, to yearn for someone to save them."

"They also want to save themselves." A voice, seemingly from nowhere, whispered beside his ear, "It's just that they can't, unfortunately. No one wants to rely on others. In this world, most mortals cannot cultivate to become professionals. Many things are predetermined from birth. They wish to choose, but have no choice... This world lacks a system like Shu Mountain, so they can only pray to me, finding solace in their hearts."

Pray to you? Birch, the Great Emperor of the Black Prison, looked increasingly bewildered. He suddenly turned his head.

He saw a radiant deity in white, holding a book, with a gentle smile on his face. The deity stood silently three meters away, completely imperceptible, as if non-existent.

Like a silent ghost.

Birch, the Great Emperor of the Black Prison, felt a chill run down his spine, followed by a wave of dread. If the deity had intended to ambush him, he would have instantly perished.

This scene immediately brought to mind someone else: Liu Wenjian, the Sect Master of Shu Mountain. That terrifying mortal Heavenly Emperor also had no discernible aura; her entire combat power resided in her weapon.

"Like that assassin!"

A cold dread seized his heart, and he involuntarily looked at the book in the man's hand. Was this book similar?

"You are... Hermes, God of Wisdom!?"

After a few seconds of silence, he spoke again, "No, that's not right. You possess the aura of a being powered by faith, like those from the Primeval Realm. You're not alive. Is that how it is, then... Is this the last stand of the Church of Light, of this land? Conspiring with ancient entities from the Primeval Realm—you truly deserve death."

Though he spoke fiercely, he still harbored thoughts of retreat. He sensed the terrifying aura of his opponent, who had amassed an immense amount of faith, making his combat power incredibly formidable.

He knew clearly that almost all the common people across the entire Land of Potions revered him. While faith in the Primeval World was dispersed, it was now concentrated in the Land of Potions. This being was significantly more powerful than even the previous God of War, Tian Tu. He was undoubtedly a peak monster on the level of the Vampire Progenitor or the Blood Emperor!

"Ah! It's the God of Wisdom!"

"Oh, great deity, you've finally come to save us!"

The mortals on the ground opened their eyes, roaring wildly in adoration and prostration. What would they do when a living ancient myth, the supreme god they worshipped and for whom they were willing to give everything, appeared before them?

They became incoherent, their hymns called out with even greater fervor.

Throughout long history, who possessed the greatest charisma? Who commanded the most reverence from people?

Undeniably, it was the legendary Hermes, God of Wisdom, who descended upon the land, imparting three great forms of knowledge to mortals and bestowing upon them the courage to contend with nature.

The entire Church of Light existed solely because it worshipped this deity.

Little Moe quietly arrived. Witnessing this fervent scene, this unimaginable faith, she was utterly dumbfounded. Holding a short staff like a microphone, she began live broadcasting to netizens outside: "To all you fellow observers, this is a historic turning point, the surging tide of history! Please remember this moment clearly, and witness the allure of history! History is with us!"

Above, the white-robed deity quietly watched him. "All those who are deeply sinful, if you pray to me and submit to my kingdom, your sins shall be forgiven."

*Thud!*

"Go!" Just as Birch, the Great Emperor of the Black Prison, turned to leave, blood pierced through his chest.

Behind him, Hermes, who bore no powerful aura, seemed not to have moved. He slowly turned the first page of the radiant book and spoke softly.

"Wisdom is all power."

The next second, his aura finally erupted, and the entire world seemed to be compressed. Hermes was like the assassin Liu Wenjian; often, it was only at the moment of striking, when the sword was drawn, that a terrifying aura would burst forth.

The instant the sword was seen was the moment of the enemy's demise.

"I..."

He stared blankly downwards, his consciousness fading. His entire body was distorted from the immense pressure, even squeezed into a spherical shape. He could barely utter, "How could... how could he be so strong!!"

He was utterly crushed into a mist of blood.

Hermes's expression remained serene. With a slight movement, he vanished from the spot.

"Ah!!"

The people in nearby cities looked up at the sky, immediately bursting into tears of joy. Believers fell to their knees in prayer.

"What the...!" Little Moe was also stunned. It took her a long moment to slowly exhale. "That's ridiculously exaggerated?"

'The Chronicle of Potions' recorded:

In the year 1103 of the Potion Era, during the war with the Primeval Realm, the Epic Emperor massacred countless beings. Hermes, the God of Wisdom, descended and saved the faithful from peril.