"Go!"
Faced with this strike, the expressions of several deities imdiately turned grim.
"Everyone, invoke the Wall of Sighs!"
Grek, the god of the limb cults, was the first to raise his arm, transforming the imnsely refined divine power into a semi-transparent wall standing in front, while the other deities also infused divine power into it.
In an instant, the thickness of the wall visibly increased.
At this mont, the colorful energy sphere hit the nearly ter-thick ’Wall of Sighs.’
"Boom!!!"
The deafening explosion reverberated throughout Imperial City Tamriel, and the palaces surrounding the Imperial Palace flashed with countless complex witch array patterns in an instant, but they were completely destroyed after just a glance!
As the intense shockwave dissipated, the deities remained unscathed, but the once-transparent wall was now barely visible.
"The power level of the divine incarnations has fallen!" shouted one of the Imperial Guardians.
Although the Wall of Sighs was not completely shattered, all the Imperial Guardians present could feel that the deities seed to have exhausted almost all of their energy to withstand the Emperor’s attack.
"Hmm? You..." Suddenly, the Nether Sea Goddess Hela looked at Carlos II with surprise and then smiled.
"So that’s it."
"Human Emperor, it seems that this ti, you have lost again. We have won!"
Saying this, the avatar of the Nether Sea Goddess Hela voluntarily disappeared into the air.
She voluntarily dissipated her divine power.
One benefit of this is that the scattered part of the godhead’s will gradually returns to the main body, unlike the God of Hunting Luen, whose portion was directly obliterated by the system.
Upon hearing Hela’s words, the other deities seed to understand sothing as well, and after scrutinizing Carlos II a couple of tis, they smiled slightly and vanished into the air.
This scene naturally left the surrounding Empire individuals puzzled.
"Sigh~"
At this mont, a heavy sigh issued from the mouth of the human Emperor, whose visage was majestic.
Simultaneously, all the Imperial Guardians present, even Rein hovering in the distant sky, could feel Carlos II’s aura rapidly declining.
From nearly at the Demigod level, it plumted straight down to Epic Peak, Late Stage...
"Your Majesty!"
Elder Ivan seed to have realized sothing, tears streaming down as he quickly approached, but in the next mont, he froze in place, his outstretched hands immobilized in mid-air.
Only to see the Emperor’s Scepter in Carlos II’s hand begin to break apart, no, to be precise, it was weathering, the gold-like Emperor’s Scepter turning into powder...
Seeing this, Rein was also montarily stunned!
He had a deep impression of the Emperor’s Scepter.
Back when he was working at the Sword Bearers Branch in Mingster Province, during several missions, he used a replica of the Emperor’s Scepter to defeat many enemies.
But now, the genuine Emperor’s Scepter was disintegrating before his eyes...
However, it wasn’t just the scepter.
Carlos II as well...
As the scepter disintegrated, next was Carlos II’s arm, torso, and finally, his entire being, leaving behind a semi-transparent silhouette, still standing, not yet fully dissipated.
"So, the recent ascension still failed?"
A thought instantly erged in Rein’s mind.
He had thought that Carlos II had successfully ascended to Demigod, which was why he managed to defeat all the divine incarnations in one go.
But unexpectedly, the opponent had achieved this by overstraining himself.
The sa thought erged in the minds of everyone present.
"No!!! Father actually failed!"
The Second Prince Everton’s eyes widened, his face devoid of any color.
"It’s over, the Dragan Empire is over!" he mumbled.
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