Chapter 1681: Divine Sea Heaven’s trio
Cain’s eyes narrowed slightly, and a rueful smile appeared on his face. Despite Divine Calamity initiating this war and Divine Sea accepting it with profound determination, it was clear to Cain that, apart from their initial devastating clash, neither ArchDeity intended to directly participate further.
The reasoning behind this was straightforward—their lives and health were simply far too valuable to risk.
If Divine Calamity and Divine Sea truly fought without restraint, there would be no winner. Even if Divine Calamity sohow managed to defeat, or even kill Divine Sea, he himself would sustain grievous injuries in the process.
Before he could even begin to savor his hard-won victory, other ArchDeities lurking in the shadows would undoubtedly seize the opportunity, attacking him while he was weakened, stealing everything he possessed, or even ending his life outright.
Thus, the nature of the Oga War beca clear—declared by the supre powers, but fought by their armies.
Even if Divine Calamity’s forces were drastically reduced during the war, as long as he himself remained unhard and at full strength, his dominance over his domains would remain intact, at most risking the loss of a single continent.
This was the brutal logic of the Oga War. Leaders proclaid war from safety, while the soldiers sacrificed their lives on the battlefield, fighting with ruthless fury.
Cain didn’t waste much ti contemplating the morality of such a war. Instead, his sharp, calculating gaze was fixed firmly upon the enemy’s ranks, carefully observing their Prima Deities.
Just as with their own armies, both Light and Dark Races were present on the opposing side, and there appeared to be no cohesive unity amongst them either. They were all here for the sa reason—following the indisputable command of their ArchDeity.
Three overwhelming figures stood prominently at the forefront of Divine Sea Heaven’s formidable army, clearly commanding respect and obedience from all others. Like Divine Sea herself, who belonged to the Godslayer Human race, these three were mbers of the Light Races, radiating an aura of majestic power.
The figure in the middle was unmistakably human, youthful yet ageless, his skin flawless and pale as if carved from marble, granting him an ethereal, otherworldly appearance.
Crimson-red eyes glowed coldly beneath dark markings, utterly calm and devoid of emotion—no cruelty, nor compassion—only pure, impartial judgnt.
Snow-white hair frad his sharp features, and two majestic black, ram-like horns curved from his skull, resonating with a potent treasure-like aura.
His body was adorned with intricate black tattoos spreading across his arms, chest, and neck, appearing as celestial inscriptions or divine circuits that visibly represented the powerful Laws woven into his very being.
Embedded upon his chest and robes was a black-scale sigil, repeating endlessly within his shimring aura. Behind him rotated a cosmic halo of celestial rings, marking him as a being whose very existence transcended ordinary worlds—one born of cosmic design.
Standing at his right was a figure from the majestic Deus Behemoth race, his regal presence unmistakable. His head resembled that of a divine white stag, beautifully sculpted with soft, luminescent white fur and eyes glowing like molten gold.
While his elongated ears and delicate jawline suggested compassion, the stillness in his gaze commanded reverence and obedience. Massive golden antlers branched out from his head like a living constellation, adorned with glowing orbs, cosmic runes, and delicate threads of divine energy.
He was draped in immaculate celestial robes of gold and white, embroidered with symtrical divine symbols and layered in rich, intricate patterns. Beneath these robes, his formidable chest and muscular arms were covered in divine obsidian-black armor plates traced with pulsing gold lines resembling living stardust.
At the very center of his chest rotated a brilliant, spinning star-core sigil, as if he himself were a miniature universe. Behind him orbited concentric rings of golden stars and runes, forming a halo that seed to stretch infinitely. His aura radiated not destruction nor violence, but the sacred illumination reminiscent of creation’s very first light.
Completing the trio was a striking woman from the Anima Machinarium race—though unusually, her physical form wasn’t crafted from living tal, but instead sculpted exquisitely from bones.
Her skeletal form was elegant and precise, forged from celestial bones shimring with a deep, golden glow, intricately etched with divine filigree—not decayed, but masterfully sculpted into sacred artistry.
The Anima’s eyes burned with molten golden flas, bottomless and srizing, seemingly reflecting the mory of every death throughout history. Despite her skeletal visage, her posture radiated calm elegance rather than fear or nace—she was a divine goddess who accepted death as a natural, sacred order.
A majestic crown of black-and-gold horns curved upward from her brow, branching like remnants of ancient fla. Hovering silently behind her was a luminous golden halo, surrounded by relics and ethereal lanterns suspended in perfect stillness.
Her body was draped in an elaborate gown of divine weave, simultaneously armor and mourning robe, shimring elegantly in celestial hues of white, bronze, and gold.
Cain’s fists tightened involuntarily as he closely scrutinized this formidable trio. Their powers were overwhelming, clearly reaching the late stages or perhaps even the absolute peak of the Prima Deity Rank. Their combat strength teetered on the very threshold of the next level, marking each one of them as an undisputed monster.
“Luckily,” Cain thought grimly, “I won’t be the one facing them.”
For the first ti ever, Cain felt grateful that Zoro and the other two Prima Deities from Divine Calamity Heaven were here to bear the brunt of such fearso adversaries.
The tension between the two colossal armies grew steadily stronger, their collective energies surging uncontrollably into the atmosphere, causing the Sea of Misfortune beneath to churn violently. Massive storm clouds gathered overhead, crackling with destructive potential, darkening the sky in response to the oppressive, gathering energy below.
Yet, despite this suffocating tension, neither army dared make the first move. They stood motionless, locked in a tense and silent confrontation, each waiting for the perfect mont.
Until finally, the Prima Deities acted.
In a single heartbeat, all restraint vanished. Raw, primal power erupted from both sides, igniting the very air around them.
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