Chapter 89: The Final Assault

Chapter 89: The Final Assault

"Scattering Paper into Soldiers?"

After listening to Yu Sheng'an's words, Aphnora felt her brain was no match for his ideas.

Is this how wars are fought?

"It's like ants moving house—seemingly insignificant, but actually incredibly powerful. This is called psychological warfare!" Yu Sheng'an explained.

"Can you really prepare enough... propaganda leaflets in such a short time?" Aphnora stumbled slightly over the term "propaganda leaflets."

"That's my task."

"Alright, then leave the dissemination to me!" Aphnora pondered briefly before nodding.

"Thank you! Since I have nothing to repay you with, how about I offer myself in marriage? What do you think?" Yu Sheng'an said with a completely serious expression.

"Huh?"

Aphnora was so absorbed in Yu Sheng'an's psychological warfare strategy that it took her a moment to process his words.

"What?"

Instantly, a deep blush spread across her cheeks and neck.

...

At the same time, hidden from the gaze of the gods in the Primary Domain of Azerai, the Pu'en Evening News in the city of Pu'en, part of the Empire of Inphir, published an article condemning the "Reduction of Working Hours and Increase in Wages Movement"!

It claimed that its largest printing facility had been mysteriously robbed.

Not only were three of the latest Six-Color Rotary Printing Presses stolen, but even the last outdated Flatbed Cylinder Press was taken—down to the very last footpad.

Countless ink and paper supplies had also vanished.

The Pu'en Evening News had reason to suspect that this was the work of laborers involved in the "Reduction of Working Hours and Increase in Wages Movement."

Ben Keming, the leader of the movement, immediately responded:

"The Reduction of Working Hours and Increase in Wages Movement is a fair and just demand of the citizens. They would never take so much as a nail or thread from the masses, nor would they tolerate any form of slander!"

However, few believed this, especially since they had been frantically printing and distributing banned copies of the "Aji De Theory" to the public.

Unfortunately, in these chaotic times, might made right. Aside from stomping their feet in rage and pressuring the security forces, the Pu'en Evening News had no other recourse.

...

...

The Pu'en Evening News wasn’t the only one furious. At this moment, the Five Great Righteous Gods of Azerai were also seething with anger.

The solitary stone palace atop the Cordillera Mountains lit up once again.

"Madman, have you lost your damn mind? Are you just letting forty thousand warriors sit around doing nothing?"

As soon as the stone palace brightened, the God of Death's furious roar shook the hall, sending clouds of dust drifting down.

"Stinking corpse, since when do I have to explain myself to you?"

The God of War roared back just as fiercely.

"You promised to take Keville in a month. Five days have already passed—how many cities have you captured?"

"Why don’t you try attacking Edga yourself?"

"Who told you to pick Edga?"

Their back-and-forth shouting was so intense that even the howling winds outside seemed to quieten in fear.

If their believers could see the gods they worshipped bickering like street hags, who knows what expressions they’d make?

Though the Five Great Righteous Gods stood together, their hearts were divided, each with their own schemes.

The God of War coveted Edga's resources but was unwilling to sacrifice his elite warriors, instead using helots to drain Edga's mana.

He hoped his two allies would capture other cities and divert enemy forces.

The God of Death and the God of Life clearly thought the same, waiting for him to break through so they could swoop in and reap the rewards.

Now things have come to this—no one is willing to go all out, and the situation has reached a deadlock.

"Enough!" the Earth Mother Goddess roared. "I’m telling you, if the cathedral isn’t rebuilt in three days, prepare for the fall of the Belen Cathedral!"

As her voice faded, the hall fell silent.

The Five Great Righteous Gods wore grim expressions.

This campaign against the Keville Empire had been meticulously planned, but reality had outpaced their expectations.

First, the Plen Union Kingdom had reacted far faster than they anticipated.

They seemed utterly unafraid that their actions might be a diversion—instead, they threw their full force into the assault, pushing the Belen Cathedral to the brink of collapse.

Second, the Keville Empire’s response had also been swifter than expected.

Diplomatic deception, covert assassinations, sudden strikes—despite all these tactics, only two cities had fallen before Keville swiftly rallied, proving their alarming speed.

Finally, and most critically—

The preaching zones of the Five Great Righteous Gods had suddenly been flooded with cunning Magic Puppets.

They roamed wildly beyond the towns, slaughtering farmers, burning fields, and sabotaging roads.

Truth be told, the material losses weren’t severe.

Unable to breach the cities, they could only harass the outskirts—even if they killed every farmer outside, how much damage could that really do?

The problem was the panic they sowed—something the Five Great Righteous Gods could not tolerate.

If their preaching zones descended into chaos, the kingdoms they had lulled into complacency through diplomacy might start stirring.

"Gentlemen, this is no time for personal calculations. We must prioritize the greater good! Any further delays will render the Exchange Tactic a joke!" the God of Life declared sternly.

The God of War sneered. "Edga will fall within a day! The two of you—one city each—shouldn’t be difficult, right?"

The God of Death and the God of Life exchanged a glance before nodding. "Agreed."

"Excellent! Remember your words!"

The God of War laughed heartily before his statue froze—his consciousness withdrawing as he departed.

The remaining four gods exchanged looks before likewise dispersing.

As members of the Five Gods Alliance, no matter how much they schemed against each other, certain promises were unbreakable!

Otherwise, their covenant would exist in name only!

……

……

"Ron, it’s your turn!"

A staff member ruffled Ron’s hair, jolting the dazed boy awake.

He blinked blankly at his surroundings. The cramped building was filled with soldiers—even mages—strewn haphazardly across the floor.

They were all warriors rescued from the front lines.

These past few days, the Magical Shield had shattered multiple times, each breach flooding the city with undead.

Ron had witnessed an Undead Dragon spew terrifying black mist from the sky the moment the shield broke. Those touched by the smoke had their flesh stripped away instantly, transforming into skeletal undead.

To stop these creatures from pouring into the city, someone always had to charge into the fray.

At first, there had been puppets from the Conquest of Subdomains, but even their numbers dwindled.

Not because they were destroyed—but because everyone’s Soul Power couldn’t sustain prolonged combat.

Now, they had to rely on soldiers, mercenaries, and even mages to hold the line.

Every day, countless warriors were wounded.

Rumor had it that in the beginning, mages had still been available to heal them. But as the front lines grew desperate, even those healers were pulled away.

The only ones left to tend to the injured were the youths.

Ron took a deep breath and pulled out the Interconnected Rings given to him by Grandpa Momu before his death, activating them.

An internet webpage instantly popped up.

With practiced ease, he navigated to the [Music Sanctuary], selected a piece of "divine music," and clicked play.

In an instant, he could feel his Soul Power draining rapidly.

Yet, the melodious music began to reverberate through the building.

The sound seemed to carry an intangible magic, and the agonized wails gradually softened. Many soldiers, their faces twisted in pain, finally quieted down.

Some, tormented by their injuries, even managed to fall into a deep sleep under the influence of the divine music.

By the time the song ended, Ron’s face had paled considerably.

A nearby officer patted his shoulder, signaling that he could leave.

Clutching the Interconnected Rings tightly, Ron lowered his head and prepared to depart.

He didn’t dare look at the blood-soaked scenes around him—it reminded him too much of what had happened to his hometown.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Deafening roars suddenly erupted from the horizon!

Countless faces turned grim as people instinctively looked toward the source of the sound. What they saw froze them in terror, their pupils dilating in shock.

A colossal skeleton, towering hundreds of feet tall, was slowly approaching the city with earth-shaking footsteps.

“That’s… the Titan Remains!!!”

Dandell, the God of Magic stationed here, wore an expression of utter disbelief.

What shocked him wasn’t just that the God of Death had deployed the Titan Remains.

Through his magic projection, he also saw an equally massive Battle Spirit Giant—standing over a hundred feet tall—outside the walls of Edga.

This Battle Spirit Giant was far more detailed than the one Yu Sheng’an had seen before. Its armor bore intricate engravings, down to the finest details.

It was the physical manifestation of soaring morale!

Because the soldiers who had conjured this Battle Spirit Giant were none other than the elite forces of the God of War's Legion.

Meanwhile, Dandell’s magic projection also captured a massive root bursting from the earth in Harold’s city, lashing out at the Magical Shield.

It was a root of the [World Tree]—the primary domain under the God of Life’s control!

Summoning it required an immense amount of life force, and it was clear the God of Life had unleashed a trump card.

BOOM!

Almost simultaneously, the three frontline cities suffered devastating blows!

The three gods clearly had no intention of giving Keville’s Gods of Magic a chance to teleport reinforcements between cities.

In an instant, the Magical Shields shattered.

Edga resorted to its old trick—virtualizing once again.

Twit Town erected a Thunderstorm Field, with countless electric serpents swirling around the city, forming a wall of death that reduced the relentless undead to ashes.

Harold, meanwhile, summoned towering tornadoes, accompanied by billowing white mist—high-temperature steam!

Even with the Undying Legion sustained by their life force, the agony inflicted by the scalding steam drove them to scream hysterically.

Yet, as terrifying as the magic was, it could not hold forever.

Three breaths later, the spells faded.

The Magical Shields had yet to reactivate.

For a moment, the battlefield fell eerily silent—before an endless tide of soldiers surged forward.

“Ajef!”

Beixi, the God of Magic, roared in the war channel.

He had promised to hold back the God of War's Legion, but after witnessing their might, he had suddenly vanished.

Now, with the God of War throwing his elite forces into the fray, the crushing pressure was nearly unbearable!

Not to mention her, even Dandell and Qimoer felt immense pressure at this moment, their minds even entertaining thoughts of retreat.

"Die!"

At that very instant, a low roar exploded across the skies of all three cities simultaneously.