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"Where is Hestia?"

"It seems... we've entered the dungeon."

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The underground labyrinth, the ninth level.

From the moment the labyrinth city was born, the gods have had absolute control over the underground labyrinth built beneath it. Normally, they don't even need to step into the underground city themselves to sense what is happening below through the presence of their familiars. Even if an emergency occurs, they can project their divine power avatars to the scene to deal with it in the shortest possible time.

However, after the tenth level was sealed off by an unknown entity a few days ago, the gods were surprised to find that they had lost their previous control over this underground labyrinth.

They could still sense the labyrinth below the tenth level, but they completely lost control from the first level to the tenth level. Under such circumstances, even gods would not dare to set foot there easily. After all, it would not matter if only a divine avatar perished, but if the god's own "power" was discovered through this, even the high and mighty god might perish and disappear... just like the dragon gods of the past.

“Therefore, you should not be here, Lord Hestia.”

Contrary to her respectful words, Eve's tone was utterly devoid of humility, not to mention her actions, which were practically blatantly hostile.

Faced with the "Familia's" undisguised hostility, Hestia, who set foot in this place where she couldn't perceive the outside world with great determination, experienced an absurd sense of disorientation.

It's truly absurd. He ventured into dangerous territory to save his own people, only to find that those he wanted to save were opposing him and raising their weapons.

"Why...please stop joking with me, Eve. The most important thing right now is to find Thor—"

The scorching rays blocked the gods' attempts to move forward. This silent attack tore apart not only the possibility of understanding, but also the fragile and false bonds between them.

"Leave here, or I won't miss again next time."

Raising her hand, a faint blue current slowly condensed at the tip of her fingertip, the power contained within making even Hestia, a deity, deeply uneasy.

At this point, no further explanation is needed. The fact that this "Adventure Level 1" member possesses such powerful abilities that are not a gift from the gods is itself a truth. Considering the unusual behavior of the "familias" during this period and Orila's current situation, the gods, awakened from their lies, easily see through the reality.

"Did you do all of this?"

This time, she wasn't asking Eve, who was baring her fangs at her, but Frankenstein, who had been silent to the side: "Tell me, Familia."

"...Woo..."

This was the first time Hestia had been able to understand her clansman's words without needing "Thor's" translation, but contrary to the expected surprise, it brought only deep exhaustion and despair.

No one knows what she was thinking in that instant; the only thing that is certain is that...

"Step aside."

"—!"

"Woo——"

A tremendous divine power erupted within this secluded underground labyrinth.

Crossing the Line of Faith: Chapter 378 The Way to Freedom

"Ok?"

The underground labyrinth, the eighteenth level.

In the underground world engulfed by lava and flames, Lin Yi keenly detected the abnormal activity fluctuations coming from above. Less than half a second later, Eve and Frankenstein simultaneously issued a warning in this direction.

"Gods..."

When you destroy the "playground" they built with so much effort, someone will inevitably come down to deal with you. Lin Yi had anticipated this, but the only thing she hadn't expected was...

"It was actually that."

Shaking his head, Lin Yi could no longer find any "flies" trying to approach. A few survivors were still hiding in the remaining ruins of other levels. He didn't bother to deal with them one by one. He immediately flapped his wings and leaped up from the nine levels that had been pierced one after another, throwing a rapidly compressed lava fireball from his mouth toward the isolation layer of the ninth level.

"boom----------"

Amidst another deafening roar of collapse, through the enormous hole overhead with a diameter exceeding one thousand meters, the dragons' extraordinary visual abilities captured the dazzling, seven-colored light.

Lin Yi still remembers its fluctuations: divine power.

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In just over ten seconds, the dragon traversed nine levels, descending from the eighteenth level into the territory of the ninth level. During this time, Hestia, who had released the divine power suppression, did not make any offensive moves. Even the power that was originally used to suppress Eve and Frankenstein was released after Lin Yi appeared.

"Father..."

"Woo..."

Leave this place.

They glanced hesitantly at the deity suspended in mid-air. Despite their reluctance, they could not disobey. Soon, the two disappeared into the world transfer channel opened by the main god. In an instant, only two "people" remained in the vast ninth level.

"...Is this the real you, Familia?"

Unlike when Orila suppressed her power, Hestia now fully displayed the power of a "god". Putting aside everything else, the suppression at the level of life alone made Lin Yi feel restricted. One can imagine what it would be like if a fight broke out here.

Facing Hestia's almost emotionless question, the dragon lowered its head, looking down at the tiny yet vast being beneath it: "Now, I am called Neltharion."

"Neltharion... is this why you came to Oriira?"

Affected by the continuous leakage of high temperature from its body, the temperature of the place where it stood kept rising, but this was obviously irrelevant to the deity in front of it, which was simply waiting for its answer.

—A ridiculous reply.

"Of course."

"...Why? Did I do something wrong?"

For a moment, even Lin Yi felt a sense of surprise, but it was quickly replaced by another emotion.

The deep dragon roar carried an undisguised mockery: "Hestia, great god, you have done nothing wrong."

"Then why—"

"The only thing that's wrong is this world."

"……Eh?"

"In your view, there is nothing wrong with bestowing 'gifts' upon the weak mortals—a few abilities that are dispensable to you—and then sending them to this arena that you created to challenge life and death, to put on a show for you that may be a surprise or a tragedy. After all, you are powerful and mortals are weak. The weak can only submit to the powerful, otherwise they will not even be allowed a chance to survive."

Taken aback, Hestia's divine state began to weaken involuntarily: "Wait, I never thought of that!"

"Of course, you haven't thought that way yet, after all, I'm just a 'lucky one'... When you first come into contact with your first clan member, you become interested in a mere mortal and curious, even at the risk of taking some risks. But what about later?"

“Look at this underground labyrinth, and then look at the city above it... What do you think the gods who created this playground with you were thinking? Perhaps at the beginning they were just as interested in these weak and ferocious mortals as you are, but as they have more and more followers, they can naturally discard more and more.”

"To the gods, even the most powerful hero is ultimately just a small pawn in your game. When you are interested in him, you can naturally bestow many blessings and attention upon him, but what if one day you lose interest in him?"

Staring blankly at the giant dragon before him, the god was at a loss.

"Yes, your so-called 'blessing' is ultimately just 'pity,' and 'adventure' is merely a 'game' for amusement. Even the title 'familiar' is just a form of subordination. As toys, the weak have only two choices: either desperately try to please you in the game you've set up—until you abandon them and they die, or—"

Residing in this place, from top to bottom, or from bottom to top—from the bewildered dragons, from the reincarnators who had no other choice, from the terrified humans… countless faiths converged towards this body, and the flames surrounding it seemed to be given concepts and forms, expanding and spreading steadily after a brief period of chaos.

In less than five seconds, the entire underground labyrinth of the Ninth Level was enveloped in a temperature of thousands of degrees. Not only the rocks underfoot, but the entire Ninth Level began to show signs of melting.

"Fight back with everything you have."

"roar--------------!!!"

The soul, constantly leaping towards higher levels, provided all the information it needed, including this body that had absorbed faith, still a realm possessed only by "gods".

Lava field.

Hestia seemed to want to stop what was happening, but the domain that had been given form had already overwhelmed the god who was just a divine power clone, and after driving it away for a distance, it swept towards the eighth level above.

The inverted rocks turned crimson, then softened and melted away, instantly forming a "passage" to the eighth level. The erosion of the lava had not yet ended, continuing towards the seventh level... the sixth level... the fifth level...

Surrounded by flames and lava, everything here was mesmerizing.

Enveloped in a lava field with a radius of several thousand meters, the giant dragon spread its wings and leaped towards the world that leads to the sky.

"Now, I am free!"

Crossing the Line of Faith: Chapter 379 The Light of Annihilation

It seems like I've forgotten something?

As I rushed toward the place of "freedom," a strange thought suddenly popped into my mind. Before I could delve into where this thought came from, the dragon carrying the lava realm had already faced its first challenge of "rebirth." Forced by the current situation, my previously chaotic thoughts quickly subsided.

The Labyrinth City of Orila.

This city was born from the hand of the gods and extended by their power. It seems that it was destined to be destroyed because of the existence of the gods.

When the dragon in the labyrinth below unleashed its powerful talents and magical rampage, it had already caused terrible destruction to the city. But when the dragon seized the portion of faith belonging to the fallen god—the former dragon god—and launched an attack on the sky, which symbolized freedom, the entire city was plunged into chaos and its final moments were nigh.

The surging lava and flames from underground brought most of the city to the brink of destruction. For the lower life forms living in this playground of all living beings, this might be terrifying enough, but not fatal. What was truly deadly came from the sky, from the gods they worshipped...

Without any verbal communication, by the time the inhabitants of Orila noticed, the gods who should have been around them to protect them had appeared high above the city—a place they could never reach. No matter what their followers prayed to them, they received no response. They simply looked down at everything below with an indifferent expression that they had never shown to people before... especially the ever-expanding giant lava cave in the city center.

At one moment, a soul-shaking roar came from the bottom of the cavern. Unlike the lower beings who were unable to move due to the roar, the high gods seemed to be provoked and pointed their palms downwards in unison.

“*&*%￥＃%！￥”

Unknown languages ​​merged into a shared "spell," triggering a surge of activity around them. As the seven-colored radiance that blotted out the entire sky burst forth, something truly "deadly" descended upon this city built by the gods.

Under the light, everything melted and disintegrated silently, whether it was this city that countless people regarded as a paradise or the clans that had dedicated everything to the gods...

The newly born gods remember this light.

In that decisive battle that was seen to determine the future of the world, the only god among the dragon race was forced to face the annihilation light from the god race because of the trap set by the despicable Skywing race, which ultimately led to the annihilation of its body and soul.

But this time, regardless of whether it was just a few divine power clones that released this "light of annihilation" rather than the divine species itself, even if it really was those divine species that appeared, it would not be foolish enough to make the same mistake again.

Facing the dazzling seven-colored light that burst forth from the sky, the newborn god opened its mouth and squeezed the metallic lava field surrounding its body, which stretched for thousands of meters, into a radius of less than two meters within its mouth. A tangible lava sphere was formed from nothing and "fell" into the dazzling light of the sky as the newborn god spewed it out.

After a brief silence, a powerful sound wave, exceeding the limits of biological hearing, swept across the sky, tearing a huge hole in the gloomy clouds that had gathered above the city. Through this hole, the newly born god gazed upon the familiar sky.

Ignoring the scattered and falling divine avatars, the newly born god broke through the final barrier, issuing a declaration of return to the entire world—

"roar----------!!!"

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In the ruins, someone rises from the flames.

The surrounding multicolored light dimmed considerably, yet the last vestige of its aura still allowed it to easily disregard the damage that was utterly insurmountable for lower life forms. It didn't even have time to glance at the horrific catastrophe, but instead stared at the horizon where the dragon had vanished, for a long, long time…

"The spirit of the dragon spirit has returned."

"This was our mistake."

The response came from another deity who appeared out of nowhere, though its presence was equally faint: "It used our game and rules to accomplish this almost impossible 'return'."

"So, have you figured out how to handle this?"

The first deity lowered its head and focused its gaze on the ruins. Though extremely faint, it was still able to detect the many lives that stubbornly persisted beneath the ruins... Without exception, they had all survived until now thanks to the "blessing" of the deity.

"Does this kind of topic even need to be discussed now, Loki?"

The deity whose true name had been revealed frowned and looked at the other deity opposite her with a gaze that was by no means friendly: "Freya, your familiars are also in here."

"Since it's something wrong, it should naturally be excluded. Or do you have a different opinion?"

"..."

As the two gods, who once boasted the "strongest familiars" in Orilan, were locked in a subtle standoff, a third voice interrupted: "What kind of time is this to be arguing over a bunch of insignificant inferior races?"

“We need to take responsibility for the mistakes we have made. The return of the Dragon Spirit Gods will bring huge changes to the Order Wars, and we must deal with it as soon as possible.”

"That's right, we don't have time to waste in this 'game' anymore."

The opinion of this deity was agreed upon by the majority. Although a few deities seemed to hesitate, they ultimately did not change anything. Before long, through the rapid exchange among the deities, a conclusion was reached on how to deal with the remnants of this "game".

"Destroy the underground labyrinth; we must not let the same mistake repeat itself."

"Eliminate all the inferior races associated with them. The means and targets of elimination shall be determined by the owners of the 'familia' themselves."

After reaching a conclusion, the divine avatar dispersed again. Subsequently, the remaining life force in the ruins of Orila diminished at a visible rate. Some had their life force extinguished by the immense divine power, while others had their "gifts" taken away, unable to continue enduring this desperate situation and dying in despair...

Unlike the other gods who immediately took action, Loki hesitated, and it was this hesitation that made her notice the watchful eyes of others watching her as she wavered in her indecision.

"Hestia!"

—What do you think the gods who co-created this arena with you were thinking? Perhaps at the beginning they were just as interested in these weak mortals as you are, but as they amassed more and more followers, they naturally had more to discard. To the gods, even the most powerful hero is ultimately just a small pawn in your game. When you are interested in him, you can naturally bestow many blessings and attention upon him, but what if one day you lose interest in him?

—Your so-called 'blessing' is ultimately just 'pity,' and 'adventure' is merely a 'game' for amusement. Even the title 'familiar' is just a form of subordination. As toys, the weak have only two choices: either desperately try to please you in the game you've created, until you abandon them and they die, or—

"Loki, was I wrong?"

"Hestia? What are you talking about? Where did you go just now—"

She took a step back, avoiding the outstretched hand, and it was at that moment that she made her decision: "...I will find the answer with my own hands."