The vast majority of people can't even gaze directly at the giant god suspended under the Sun Disc with their naked eyes, because at this moment, the brilliance emitted from that fragmented Sun Disc surpasses that of the real sun.

Even the blazing wing angels appear dull and dim compared to Him.

Many Saracen soldiers who had lost their helmets and armor stopped in their tracks. Instinctively, they turned around to see the second sun high above the sky.

"It is the Supreme Light God!"

"The Holy Fire has descended!"

Countless people burst into tears, kneeling down and weeping bitterly.

For a devout believer, the successive failures in the Holy Crusade are not terrifying; what is terrifying is what it implies - that their God might not be omnipotent, or He has abandoned His followers, just as the people of Constantinople thought in the simulated battles with Losa.

This kind of thought is terrifying; one might either doubt their faith or attribute everything to God's will - if God wants them to experience failure, continuing to resist in vain is merely defying His will.

"The Holy Fire has not abandoned His people."

The Holy Fire revered by the Fire Worship refers to the first flame born in the universe, the origin of all light, also known as the "God of Light," but without a specific image.

Furthermore, the Fire Worship forbids idol worship, so apart from the clergy and scholars, most Fire Worshipers have no specific cognition of the God of Light's image.

But even a well-versed imam, upon seeing Shemir transform into the Sun God, the first thought in their mind is that He is the incarnation of the God of Light.

"Holy Fire Everlasting, Supreme and Great!"

Solemn shouts rapidly spread among the defeated army.

The towering Sun God, amidst this devout prayer, becomes ever more majestic and dignified.

"Look, my faith is endless, but what about yours?"

Shemir's ethereal voice echoed in Losa's ears.

His huge divine body did not forcibly bind the Holy Spear but calmly released it, allowing it to return to the distant blazing angel's hand—as he considered the threat this Holy Spear posed to him less significant compared to the effort needed to restrain it.

In comparison, Losa, utterly insignificant, tightly gripped the Duke's New Spear in his hand. This exclusive treasure, named "Spear of Destiny," seemed like a bottomless pit, continuously absorbing the endless power Losa injected into it.

The illusory image of the Red-Black Dragon became increasingly solid amidst the thousandfold golden radiance.

How much power of faith can tens of thousands, even a hundred thousand provide?

At most the level of a Chiefdom, faith from a large tribe, this level, placed in the era of Ancient Egypt, would only be akin to a city-state's Guardian God.

And the Sun God?

That was the Supreme God from Egypt's polytheistic faith period, which later remained rooted in this land despite the introduction of Christianity and Fire Worship, an accumulation of faith spanning not mere millennia.

The boost granted to Losa by being Highly Anticipated is significant, but as time passes, the gap between him and Shemir not only fails to narrow but is gradually widening.

This is the result where the utilization rate of faith by Highly Anticipated far exceeds Shemir and the gods of this world in utilizing the power of faith.

He warned: "If you don't transform, you might not have the chance to transform."

As his words landed, the massive Sun Disc clicked and began rotating with its outer layer clockwise and its inner layer counterclockwise, causing the endless brilliance to gather and transform into a beam of light that was no longer dazzling.

It seemed as if all light had been gathered, making the whole world momentarily black.

In the next moment, the colossal Sun God, akin to the giant god of creation, reached out and grasped the beam of light, which transformed into a golden scepter in his hand—a symbol representing all the Pharaoh's authority.

Boom—

The golden scepter, carrying a heaven-shattering momentum, fiercely smashed towards Losa. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Shemir never placed Losa's own power in his eyes.

He only looked forward to Losa's transformation, intending to witness closely how he accomplished this.

"Come on, show your true power!"

Shemir's expression held some excitement; even if not for revenge, killing Losa and inheriting his legacy would greatly push forward his main research domains, "power of faith" and "Giant Dragon School."

But under this oppression, Losa surprisingly still hadn't transformed; the terrifying oppressive force from all directions even twisted the phantom dragon shadow behind him.

The heavy pressure emanating from within the battlefield made the faces of many Crusaders heavy, and they prayed devoutly, surrounding one by one the clergy holding the Holy Images high, hoping the Grand Marshal could once again bring them victory.

King Philip stood side by side with Richard the Lionheart.

The Golden Fleur-de-lis coexisted harmoniously with the Golden Lion.

"Why does our Grand Marshal seem more like a villain of numerous sins?"

Richard sneered: "Even a demonic god of heretics would wear a holy garb, or who would believe in Him? But our Grand Marshal, since he dispatched a bunch of dead cavalry to rescue us at the start, I knew he was hardly righteous."

As a Monarch, Richard didn't care about the form of power. From Gascony, crossing the entire Mediterranean to reach the Holy Land, wasn't it also reliant on blood sacrifices of heretics? Otherwise, with Cardinal Sebastian's scant resources, how could he construct a giant Teleportation Array?

The same for Philip.

"Though a bit embarrassing, I must say, thankfully Duke Losa is here."

Richard snorted lightly but didn't refute anything. Facts speak louder than pride. No matter how highly he esteems himself, he knows Shemir is beyond his strength to contend with, as is his Queen.

...

At the moment the golden scepter smashed down, the Holy Spear in Losa's hand finally completed its final energy storage. The golden patterns transformed into a lifelike Destiny Golden Dragon, from another world representing the emperors of destiny's "fate" power, causing the new spear to transform into a Red-Black Dragon, soaring into the sky.

Boom—

The terrifying collision turned into airwaves, sending countless spectators flying.

The sandstorm billowed, resembling the most terrifying sandstorm descending upon the desert.

But people still strained to direct their line of sight towards the eye of the storm, trying to discern clearly who was victorious in the clash between the two.

...

The towering and majestic giant god held the golden scepter stationary for a moment before it suddenly crushed into countless dust particles. In an instant, the brilliance absorbed by the golden scepter erupted once more, seemingly as if a sun had exploded.

The giant god staggered back several steps, He stared at the tiny humans below, with disbelief flickering in his eyes, glancing at his wounded arm, as if a toxic alien force was continuously corroding his palm.

"How is it possible..."

He decisively severed his arm, yet his massive eyes swam in confusion.

How could this happen when the power disparity was so vast, how could he resist, even shatter his magic?

"This never-before-seen alien force..."

Shemir had seen Losa display Dragon Qi for the first time, but the previous view was through a mirror, wholly different from personal experience.

"Able to restrain divine power, what kind of power is this?"

The giant god's bewilderment quickly transformed into curiosity; the ultimate pursuit of a Caster is knowledge, and a power akin to Demon-Blocking Gold, yet undoubtedly more wondrous than this mundane metal, is enough to elicit curiosity in every Caster.

If this power could be widely applied, wouldn't it imply the era where Casters' reign supreme is approaching its end?

Clang—

The dim Spear of Destiny returned to Losa's hand, whose demon-defying effect was without limit. However, its innate state was hardly ideal, merely guaranteed to be of Fine Quality.

If Losa had already ruled over Europe and acquired the title of Emperor of the Empire, with one strike now, Shemir might not remain unscathed as he spoke.

Listening to the barely discernible cheers in his ears, Losa did not relax even the slightest bit.

The disparity in raw strength between the two sides is still too vast. Shemir's Legendary Body is inherently difficult to deal with, coupled with leveraging greatly, utilizing the Ancient God's legacy—Losa doesn't know what price this guy will pay for it, but in this state, Shemir's strength far exceeds the Three-headed Demon Dragon.

That's an existence even Tier Two Vivian cannot match, translating into the Six-star Template, Shemir's current power is at least equal to Tier Two full level.

Yet, under his command, there isn't even one Tier Two retainer.

"Let's go again!"

The giant god's eyes gleamed with excitement; his severed arm swiftly regrew. His entire divine body was constructed from divine power, not his literal form, in this state, no matter how extensive the damage, it can be rapidly restored.