Riley’s POVRiley felt like he was on the verge of a heart attack as he watched the battlefield unfold before him.Nearly sixty percent of their long-range weapons had already been destroyed by the Bone Dragons. Without that overwhelming artillery support, the blast zone had lost much of its effectiveness, and the pressure on the front lines had become almost unbearable.Everywhere Riley looked, human forces were barely holding their positions. Soldiers fought desperately just to stop the endless tide of undead from breaking through. Their lines were growing thinner with every passing minute, and if things continued at this pace, he had no doubt they were slowly losing the war.He had already started thinking about retreat.In his mind, he was carefully working out how to pull everyone back without turning the withdrawal into a complete disaster. The only reason he had not given the order yet was because he was still holding on to one last hope.God Sylas.If Sylas could defeat the Lic

Ren’s POVThe moment Ren decided to help God Sylas, he had already accepted that he might die on this battlefield.He knew the odds of escaping after throwing himself into the middle of countless undead were almost nonexistent. Even so, he never regretted his choice. If this was going to be his last battle, then he would fight until his body gave out and take as many undead with him as possible.His situation was already so desperate that he could not afford to think about anything beyond the enemies in front of him.He had no idea how the battle on the front lines was progressing, nor could he spare even a glance to see how Sylas was faring. Every bit of his concentration was devoted to surviving the next attack.At first, Ren fought with incredible precision.His three swords danced through the air with practiced ease, slicing through rotten flesh and brittle bones. Every swing cut down another undead, and every step forward left another pile of corpses behind him.But the enemy neve

Meanwhile, SylasSylas raised both hands toward the sky as divine mana surged through his body.His voice rang across the battlefield.[Divine Move: Solar Cataclysm]Golden runes burst into existence around him.They spun faster and faster until they formed a massive vortex of blinding light, drawing in divine energy from every direction. It was pure holy power, the one force capable of erasing a creature born from darkness and death.The Lich immediately sensed the danger.Its hollow eye sockets flickered with dark flames as it thrust both skeletal hands forward.The protective barrier already surrounding its body suddenly grew thicker.[Soul Shield]A second layer of protection wrapped around it.The purple barrier glowed with an eerie light, its surface rippling like dark water. It was a shield forged from the countless souls the Lich had devoured over the centuries.Then the Solar Cataclysm descended.A blazing pillar of sunlight crashed into the Lich’s barrier with enough force to

A god perceived the world very differently from a mortal.It wasn’t just their eyesight or hearing that was superior. Their instinct for danger operated on an entirely different level.To a human, a charging tiger was impossible to ignore, while a tiny mosquito could often fly around unnoticed because it simply didn’t register as a real threat.Gods worked in much the same way.Anything powerful immediately caught their attention, while something insignificant could easily slip beneath their notice.That was exactly why neither Pope Vincent nor Paladin Vance could ever hope to sneak up on the Lich. Their strength alone made their presence impossible to hide.Rhys, however, was different.He was simply too weak.Under normal circumstances, that weakness would have been a disadvantage.Today, it became his greatest weapon.Even then, if everything had been left to chance, Rhys would have failed nine times out of ten.But this wasn’t left to chance.Every step he took was guided by Caden.

Meanwhile, Across EarthThe moment the heart jewel inside the Lich’s staff shattered beneath Rhys’s sword, every television around the world captured the exact instant the undead ruler began to fall apart.In homes, emergency shelters and command centres, people sat frozen in front of their screens. Every eye remained fixed on the live broadcast of the battle that so many believed would decide humanity’s fate.Nobody spoke.Families huddled together on couches. Friends stood shoulder to shoulder inside crowded shelters. Neighbours who had spent the last several days comforting one another simply stared in silence as the light inside the Lich’s staff faded and its body slowly crumbled into black ash.No one dared celebrate.Only moments earlier, they had watched the monster regenerate after what should have been a killing blow.What if it happened again?Everyone waited.One second passed.Then another.The Lich didn’t move.Its body continued breaking apart until nothing remained but d