The World Conquest: Giving Birth To Become A God

With no other choice, they can only fight.

Escaping is not possible, looking behind, the Imperial Legion that killed them earlier was already stationed.

Their only choice is to cause a rampage that the Moonlight Empire wouldn't dare stop them from leaving.

Soon, hundreds of thousands of tier 8 believers flew towards the enemy regardless of life and death.

Seeing the Arcane cannons aiming towards them, they just sneered.

"Too slow!"

Maneuvering around, they dodged the array of bombardment by a hair's breadth.

Soon, another array of fire was aimed at them,this time it was more concentrated, not giving them time to dodge.

Boom!

Flesh and blood splattered, killing them in an instant.

Tens of thousands of believers dyed the sky red with their blood.

However, a few seconds later, they quickly resurrected as if nothing had happened.Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn Novᴇ(l)Fɪre .ɴᴇt

"Still alive!"

"The Divine protection of His Majesty is still with us!"

"Do not fear death, destroy the enemy!"

"Kill!"

Witnessing the miraculous power of resurrection, death seemed to be removed from their minds.

As long as they could destroy the enemy, it was a win.

Finally, after a few deaths, they passed the enemy bombardment area.

Looking at the soldiers in front of them, there was a smirk on their lips full of killing intent.

"Hehe, It's your turn to feel death!"

Although they could be resurrected each time without fail, the pain they felt was as real as it could be.

Feeling their flesh explode into pieces and their souls burn like hell, the killing intent in their hearts magnified.

They wanted to torture these people.

Let them feel what they felt.

Let them know why one would want to die rather than continue to feel pain.

However, before they could enact their plan, the Berserk Legion began to move.

"You wouldn't have a chance to do this..." Rose muttered emotionlessly.

"Hmph! Damn woman, just try to kill us!"

They didn't care anymore.

After a few deaths, they were already numb.

What more could the enemy do to them, kill them?

With immortality, they could make countless mistakes, but only needed to kill one to secure victory.

Not fearing anything, they quickly flew up and fought the Berserk Legion without scruples.

Looking at this, the thousand berserk legion soldiers smiled as if looking at prey.

Different from Isabella's legion, the berserk legion formation didn't combine many into one.

It magnified their individualism, worthy of a berserk warrior.

Clenching their heavy weapons like hammers, great swords, giant staffs, etc., they felt power coursing through their bodies.

Equip with armour covering their whole body, a blood-red aura began to spread, as they resembled soldiers from hell.

"Kill!"

Like an order from the god of death, the berserk legion moved.

As the enemy came into their range, they twisted their bodies, hammering the person before them with their weapons.

Thud!

A dull sound resonated, splattering the enemy like mosquitoes.

"Huh~"

A rhythmic breath sounded as they retracted their weapons, waiting for the next prey.

Looking at the enemy who had unconsciously stopped, they licked their lips.

"Not enough!"

"More!"

Eager for blood, the berserk legion flew toward the enemy.

Like demons, each attack splattered the blood of the enemy everywhere.

Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

In just a few minutes, hundreds of thousands of believers were wiped out.

The sky reddened as the blood of the enemy fell slowly like clouds and rain.

Each second they resurrected, a berserk legion soldier would quickly solve it.

Like playing Whac-a-mole, the believers who had gone crazy grew numb.

This was not a battle at all; this was a massacre.

A massacre between a god and mortals.

Each time they resurrected, a bloody hammer or sword would greet them like the sun.

Many times, they didn't want to resurrect.

The pain of their bodies smashed like a pile of meat hurt more than the arcane cannons.

Every time, they felt their bodies crumple one by one until they returned to darkness.

Meanwhile, the puppet army also disappeared, clearing the sea.

Every second, as ten million puppets were resurrected, an arcane cannon would lock onto the play, destroying the enemy.

...

Looyt, who escaped at the first notice, witnessed all the massacres and trembled for his life.

Looking at the other believers being tortured repeatedly, his will to fight already dissipated.

"Once I come back, I will never return to this damn place!"

Disregarding the ship, he quickly swam through the sea.

With the Chaotic property of the sea, the deeper he went the less the chance of anyone finding him.

Although it's a bit dangerous, it's safer than flying through the sky.

Unfortunately for him, if fate wanted him to die, he would die.

Above, Nathan already locked him before he even got out of the ship.

As the man who survived his sword, how could Nathan let him get away easily?

"This time, no matter what protection you have, you will die."

Looyt seemed to have heard it and looked up.

"It's you!" Looyt shouted in despair.

"Nice to meet you and goodbye," Nathan smiled slightly.

With a swoosh, Looyt only saw a knife coming down to his neck before he was swallowed by darkness.

Deep in his mind, he was puzzled as to why the protection amulet given by his god didn't work.

"This Tier 9 weapon is indeed insane," Nathan muttered, admiring the knife in his hand like a piece of art.

A Tier 9 dimensional weapon gifted by his father, that could disregard any defense and slash through everything.

Coupled with his physique that could kill anyone as long as he triggered the mark of death.

It was basically sure death if he could hit his opponent, no matter the tier.

"Unfortunately, it consumed too much."

This weapon was a one-shot wonder.

Just one strike consumed all his power of law and mana.

If not for his solid foundation and mana almost comparable to that of an apex sovereign, he couldn't even use this weapon.

Done with his task, he quickly teleported back to the empire.

...

In the Westle Empire:

"Hmm?"

Khan quickly noticed the spike of Amalgamation of Will being consumed.

If previously it was one, now it quickly reached a thousand.

Deploying the amalgamation of Will, he investigated what happened.

"Huh? What in the world?"

Looking at his soldiers being refreshed and killed like mobs, Khan frowned.

After a bit of watching, he quickly analyzed what happened.

"What overwhelming firepower!"

"What astonishing combat technique!"

There is only one thing: the Moonlight Empire is insanely strong.

What dissatisfied him more is that those useless believers.

They couldn't even last a few minutes under a legion of the Moonlight Empire.

Those gods really didn't take him seriously and only sent a few cannon fodder.

Like a beggar, those gods only gave him a few coins to satisfy their vanity.

"Just a few more months," Khan shook his head in pity.

Just a few more months, and he could fully piece the memory coming to his mind.

Unfortunately, these weaklings couldn't even last a few months.

"Tsk, it seems I need to spend more."

Mobilizing a huge quantity of Amalgamation of Will.

He turned his attention towards the Moonlight Empire.

"Time to fight..."

...

In the Moonlight Empire:

As the soldiers rested, celebrating their victory/

The clouds suddenly changed colour, as a cold aura descended from the sky, sending shivers down their spines.

"This—"

Before they could react, billions of puppets resurrected simultaneously.

"Is it round two?"

Seeing that the enemy only resurrected and nothing happened to them, their nervousness disappeared.

Standing from their positions, they quickly aimed the arcane cannons at the enemy.

"Fire!"

With an order, the sky lit up again.

Boom!

Seeing the puppets fall into the sea, the smiles on their faces widened.

"Is that it?"

"Hmph! So what if you can be resurrected? Just a few more salvos and you're finished!"

As the fire bombardment continued, they noticed something wrong.

Earlier, after a few salvos, the enemy quickly decreased visible to the naked eye.

However, looking at it now, not only did the enemy not decrease, but it was even getting closer and closer to them.

"No, something is wrong!"

"What should we do?!"

"Relax, continue to fire, just obey orders!" the captain said.

Although he also didn't know what was wrong, what he knew was that it was not time to panic.

The soldiers were also rigorously trained and quickly calmed down.

Regardless of whether the enemy decreased, increased, or whatever, they just needed to fire and fire.

They could only stop unless ordered to do so.

...

In the command room, Isabella and the others analyzed the new movement of the enemy.

"It seems that the Emperor of the Westle Empire is really willing to invest," Johnson muttered helplessly.

"Heh, this means that's all he could do,"

"Otherwise, why waste such a huge amount of energy just to stall us?"

Resurrecting the puppets costs energy.

If this continued, the Amalgamation of Will possessed by the Emperor of the Westle Empire might be depleted.

"In this case, then continue,"

"Without enough Amalgamation of Will, the Emperor of the Westle Empire is a mere paper tiger."