In the sky, one by one, [Truth Judgment] glided through the massive circular magnetic fields like swimming fish.

Then.

These cone-shaped rockets carried long tail flames, transforming into bright cross stars shining in the night sky, breaking the sound barrier at an astonishing speed of 1.5 Mach.

Barely ignited, they already whistled their way down, fiercely smashing onto the head of the "God of Opera."

Boom boom boom....

Accompanied by thunderous roars that seemed to shake the heavens and the earth, dazzling white light spheres suddenly lit up in mid-air, turning the night into day.

Aiven's tactic was simple: if he couldn't beat the demigod, he'd drag them into his most adept domain and overwhelm them with firepower!

Although the True God's "Six-winged Angel" incarnation, representing the pinnacle of Material World power, could easily destroy the [Ocean Treasure].

Just like the "Angel of Prosperity" in its prime, which broke Hilus's [Ocean's Fury Horn] with just a finger.

Uncertain if this True God, plagued by the "Tulip Bubble," could still perform such feats, ordinary demigods certainly couldn't.

At that moment, the "God of Opera," despite harnessing its Extraordinary Status to resist [Ocean Treasure]'s sealing effects to some extent, was far from achieving complete immunity.

Moreover, Percy, a new god elevated during the "Renaissance" period and later sealed for centuries after its fall, was considered the weakest among demigods.

Now, gritting his teeth and enduring relentless sealing and constant blood-letting bombardment, he vainly attempted to charge into the ocean.

Yet under Aiven's precise control of [Divine Power], five rockets exploded around him every second.

[Metallic Hydrogen] with 50 times TNT potency had a vast destructive range, directly rendering him suspended like a ball being kicked around by the rockets.

The 1,500 [Truth Judgment] rockets Aiven had unleashed earlier were entirely enough for five minutes of uninterrupted saturation bombardment.

Woe and misery!

Now Percy couldn't even sing with [Opera Authority], nor could he cry.

Aiven's idea was straightforward: the ancient god-slaying weapon would either stay inactive or, when activated, thoroughly eliminate deities.

Because Aiven was uncertain whether, once the Evil God realized he possessed such a tool, it would be equally effective next time.

Moreover.

The mission-completed [Black Tin Fragment Damage Origin] did not fly away with the explosion's shockwave.

Instead, it was recaptured by the strong magnetic fields, transforming into a metallic torrent rushing back into the brilliant explosion center to continue wearing down the Evil God.

As for the trio, [Slippery Bone Clown], [Musician], and [Deceit Mage] on the ground, even if blown into disarray by the roaring winds from above, they dared not move, fearing Aiven's attention.

In a [Forbidden Magic] environment, the three magical positions were hardly stronger than chicks compared to Aiven, who still possessed Tier 4 Combat Power.

As for Aiven, entirely focused on commanding the bombardment, he didn't have the leisure to attend to them; despite their wretched state, the opponent was still a deity, and he had no qualification to be distracted.

"Though not merely causing only 0.1 damage each time, the effects of such expired products are indeed far from when confronting the Muriyan Divine Race."

Now the weapon seemed akin to an imperial sword from a previous dynasty used to strike today's officials. It held fundamental effectiveness in attacking but lacked the formidable augmented effects.

To achieve optimal results, collecting contemporary humans' hatred towards a specific deity is essential.

Especially those Evil Gods, finding humans with such emotions towards them shouldn't be challenging.

As time passed.

The continuous booming lasted for over a minute, and Percy screamed in agony for the same duration.

After such a length of time, the nearby New Inn Port saw a group of the First Fleet's Great Knights and Church's Iron Wall Knights rushing towards here.

In the distant city center's cathedral, a dazzling beam shot skyward.

The Church's Holy Professionals, perceiving the anomaly, forcefully initiated the [Divine Weapon: Holy Spear: Durandal] at some cost.

Just when Aiven thought no accident should arise from this saturation bombing.

The voice of the "God of Opera" abruptly ceased amidst the fiery miniature suns at the explosion's center.

"Hmm? Is it defeated?"

Before Aiven could probe via magnetic field lines.

He heard...

Ah——!!!!

A penetrating high note suddenly soared into the sky, accompanied by visually discernible golden ripples.

That supremest of colors appeared incredibly familiar to Aiven, causing his heart to leap.

"Is this...self-annihilating the demigod's portion of [Divinity]?"

Just as the thought emerged from the depths of his heart.

The golden high pitch collided fiercely with some invisible force sealing the night sky.

Boom!

After a loud explosion, the golden treasure box at Aiven's feet abruptly leapt up and toppled.

Pff!

His brain felt as if struck by a heavy hammer, leading him to spit a mouthful of fresh blood; his Tier 4 level organs were fully cracked.

Then suddenly feeling a release.

The sealing disappeared!

Sure, here's the translated text:

"God of Opera" Percy actually used this nearly mutually destructive method to break the effect of the [Ocean Treasure].

Aiven couldn't afford to worry about his own injuries.

The [King Mansa Musa's Treasure Box] couldn't even fully restrain such a weak demigod, let alone a demigod in normal status; the effect will only be worse later.

Such "Close the Door and Beat the Dog" tactics may also be difficult to maintain in the future.

Even the [Ocean Treasure] is not always reliable; ultimately, you must be strong yourself.

And just at the moment the sealing effect failed.

"God of Opera" Percy let out a piercing howl full of hatred like a wounded lone wolf, transforming into a streak of light rushing swiftly into the depths of the Black Sea.

Clearly, he had already sensed the presence of the "God of Music" and instinctively sought refuge.

On the beach.

The girl [Deceit Mage] Britney curled her lips, quickly raised her right hand, which had a rose drawn on the back, and made a gun shape, shooting herself in the head.

Bam! Her whole body exploded into countless petals scattered by the wind.

The [Slippery Bone Clown], reformed into one, threw a rope into the pitch-black night sky, rocketing into the high air while pulling it.

[Trick: Heaven-Reaching Rope]

The [Musician] suddenly exploded, turning into a wave of invisible sound that disappeared at the edge of the sky at the speed of sound.

Aiven didn't have time to worry about these small characters.

Whoosh!

After using [Creator's Blood] to roughly repair his physical injuries, he endured the continuous shock within his soul, suddenly leaping into the sky to chase after the "God of Opera."

If the snake isn't dead, you'll suffer later!

Today, even if it costs one or two lives, and slashes seven or eight swords at him, or even throws in all the rewards from sniping at the "Lowland Republic,"

This nauseating character who enjoys creating all kinds of tragedies for humanity must be disposed of!

Otherwise, one could only live in anxiety and even struggle to sleep peacefully.

Transformed into an invisible, intangible [Meteorological Spirit] form, Aiven could fly effortlessly.

Even a demigod couldn't outpace him.

With the [Eye of Insight] gazing sideways, he discovered that this evil god was already weak enough to be visibly observable.

Clearly, the obliteration of [Divinity] severely damaged Percy's origin, making him unable to maintain his mythical form.

Aiven pressed on relentlessly.

Bam! Bam! Bam!...

Bright electric circles surrounded him, accelerating the electric field to turn [Black Tin] bullets into lines of fire tearing through the night sky, continuously bombarding the "God of Opera" under the calibration of the [Eye of Insight].

Like a razor, he slowly shaved off the already dim divine light from his body.

Undeniably, this wicked demigod had reached his last gasp, having no intent to retaliate even while being beaten by a humble mortal.

During the chase, the distance to the fight between "God of Music" and the Saint Angel closing, the divine light of the "God of Opera" diminished further.

As the various clamorous music could be clearly heard, Percy's face gradually showed a hint of joy of escape, followed by a dark impulse:

"Humble mortal, I swear in the name of the 'God of Opera,'

I will let you and all your kin live forever in endless tragedies, your country destroyed, your family broken! Husband and wife parted! Humiliated!... Experiencing all worldly sorrows…"

However, the curse, venomous to the extreme, was interrupted before completion.

Snap!

With a crisp sound, the last layer of divine light on Percy, at the brink, suddenly shattered, marking the collapse of the boundary between man and god!

"Wha... uh..."

Percy's face filled with malice froze, and he slowly lowered his head.

A golden sword blade pierced through his chest, a foot-long sword tip emerging from his center, the sword light flickering.

It was Aiven, descending like a falcon from above, wielding the [Libra Balance Holy Sword] to pierce not only his chest but also the heart of this god.

He roared fiercely.

"Die——!!!" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Boom!

The demigod's body exploded into countless light particles, leaving only a colorful light sphere floating mid-air.

"Huff... huff... Is this... [Opera Divine Position]?!"

Gasping for breath, Aiven was about to reach out to grab.

Swish!

A spear-like divine light shot from the seawater, knocking the light sphere towards the high air, simultaneously blasting Aiven's right hand from finger to elbow into blood mist.

Looking down.

To the northwest, a massive shadow no smaller than the "King of Sea Monsters" Kraken had silently appeared underwater without being noticed.