"He is so deeply affectionate towards me!"
Rosalie slowly closed her eyes.
"Anyway, let's walk this path to the underworld together."
The girl thought this was quite nice.
Although her time with Sterl was brief compared to her over a hundred years of life, it was this short period that allowed Rosalie to make friends, gain a new lease on life, and find a lover with whom to share both joy and sorrow in their final farewell to the world! It was worth it!
Compared to her original life trajectory, even if she had continued living, she would have merely become food for her mother—this was infinitely better.
Rosalie had her doubts—
Is this really my master? Why does it feel like he's been swapped out or like I've fallen under some sort of mental enchantment?
Sterl's caution was evident in their daily life.
Even against foes far weaker than himself, he would treat them like a formidable threat, meticulously strategizing before swiftly defeating them with a single move.
Why is he acting so recklessly today?
But eventually, the girl dismissed her suspicions.
It couldn't be!
Even if he had been replaced or was under some mental control, the imposter masquerading as my master wouldn't have any motive to die alongside me!
If he was indeed under some kind of mental enchantment, it would be utterly foolish to have spent so much effort to control someone as uniquely gifted as my master just to have him sacrifice himself!
The only explanation...
Is love!
Rosalie's eyes welled up with tears, the droplets building up, ready to spill over at any moment.
Unfortunately, everything happened in an instant.
The girl's emotions could only ripple within her heart.
At the same time, Gloria's energy began to coalesce; a faint purple glow flickered on her skin, and a hint of despair flashed in her eyes. In her haste to assist David, she found herself unable to act.
There simply wasn't enough time to unleash her abilities!
Rosalie wanted to feign resignation, closing her eyes to await her fate, but as a mere demigod, she was too slow. The tears had yet to flow, and her eyes had not fully closed when she found herself staring wide-eyed at—
Sterl, moving.
At that moment, he felt a bit speechless, as he could sense Rosalie's thoughts.
Sterl didn't even know how to respond.
Girl, why are you so confident?
And... love??
What nonsense!
His initial mindset of being the hero who would save everything was shattered in an instant.
Thus, Sterl no longer pretended to put on a show; he went all out.
He exhibited an eerily strange speed, the effect of time acceleration!
In an instant, countless threads ahead revealed Sterl's shadow.
Then, atop the shadow, waves of raging energy ignited!
This was the power of ascending to godhood!
At this moment, Sterl possessed the divine authority of creation and nature, and the aura he emitted while ascending to godhood was completely different from when he had seized the Gloria Newborn Sprout of Creation years ago.
The Dark Moon Goddess was not immediately aware that Sterl was her former enemy.
She merely stared blankly...
Wait... what's going on with your aura?
Have you become a god??
The last time we met, you were at most a demigod; you'd need to reach the quasi-divine realm before becoming a god, right?
Has it really only been ten years since we last met? No, was it even a year? Or just half a year?
The effects of solidifying space and the output of blade and sword shadows erupted simultaneously.
As a result...
The three gods, who were still wearing expressions of surprise at the imminent capture of Gloria, found themselves frozen in place!
In an instant, the sky was clear and bright.
The curtain of night, with its radiant full moon and dark moon, came to an end.
A ray of golden light slowly illuminated the scene.
The sun had risen!
Sterl didn't even bother to glance at his three opponents; he couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"Sure enough, after the separation of the upper and lower realms, the lower realm is ridiculously weak."
"The number of gods is scarce, leading to less conflict among them. All the gods have become significantly weaker compared to the era of the Starry Clan!"
"They may have some experience with battles below the divine level, but their understanding of divine-level combat is completely off the mark."
"They can only rely on sheer strength to suppress their enemies."
Sterl felt a sense of lament.
"In the era of the Starry Clan, countless powerful races could not withstand the enhanced version of the Great Calamity."
"So now... the calamity that approaches is likely to be an enhanced version of..."
"With the combat strength of the gods in the lower realm, aren't they just waiting to die?"
He didn't care whether the other gods lived or died.
But calamities swept through everything, and to survive, everyone would become fodder for others.
Sterl felt that if the gods around him were too weak, he would be unable to stand alone.
While pondering this, Sterl slowly approached Gloria.
At first, he was taken aback.
He hadn't had the opportunity to observe Gloria closely before. In the previous battle, the goddess's veil had been torn away, revealing a visage that bore hints of mixed heritage.
Her face was strikingly three-dimensional and deep, yet incredibly beautiful.
The translucent fabric draped over her form highlighted the goddess's graceful figure.
Strands of purplish-golden blood rolled down her snow-white skin; though it was Gloria who was injured, it somehow added to her allure.
How should one put it...
Gloria gave Sterl a sense of Licitris.
This wasn't about her charming appearance, but purely about her reproductive value.
Just like the differing aesthetics among various races, often based on which individuals within a race held more reproductive value, the goddess's reproductive potential clearly transcended that of ordinary women.
Especially with Gloria's seemingly fragile demeanor, it stirred something within Sterl.
"My lady goddess, it's been a long time."
He spoke with a gentlemanly tone, a gentle smile gracing his face.
What he thought inwardly was—
Gloria surely wouldn't expect that I would soon change my demeanor and take her down.
Sterl idly mused.
Behind him, amidst the myriad sword lights and shadows, space slowly fractured while the three gods were utterly helpless against the chaos that shredded them into pieces!
Fragment by fragment, the bodies of the three gods shattered, caught in the turbulent flow.
Among the sword shadows, their three souls were also brutally severed, instantly losing their will, preparing for the Bionic Tear of Fire of Ten Thousand Souls to easily capture and refine them!
Amidst a few short cries of anguish, the three ambitious gods were reduced to mere nourishment, making the flames of the Fire of Ten Thousand Souls burn even brighter.
Everything...
Ended far too quickly!
Because the Iridescent-Level Shattered Void possessed a domineering effect: Iridescent-Level, One Sword Opens the Sky!