Only God-Chapter 562 - 481 The End of the Battle (Combined 2 in 1)_2

Chapter 562: Chapter 481 The End of the Battle (Combined 2 in 1)_2

Suddenly, a voice descended from the high heavens.

As a single phrase fell, it was as though a law, like lightning, came crashing down, an invisible force abruptly halting all the turmoil between heaven and earth.

Everything came to an abrupt halt at that very moment.

Even the chaotic Golden Hall once again plunged into silence, and those Gods, who received endless offerings, involuntarily held their breath, no one daring to speak aloud.

The onset of this silence was so sudden.

The Divine, no matter how dissatisfied they were with the power of God’s creation of the Path, how they questioned the Father’s decisions, or even hated the Laws the Father had created, fell silent instantly upon hearing His voice.

The seas ceased to churn with wild winds, and the earth stopped trembling, the vault of heaven was clear and bright as if a true peace descended with that voice from the high skies.

He did not show Himself.

Great Angel Schiller lifted his face, turned his head, gazing into the brilliance on that high mountain.

"God, you have indeed been watching over me," Schiller said, his hands trembling uncontrollably with excitement.

And the three Gods, previously buoyed by battle intent, after a moment of stunned silence, paled in an instant, looking as though they were in profound grief, silent and wordless.

This silence born of fear lasted for an indeterminate time.

Storm God Utus, reluctantly lifting his head, stared intensively at the distant mountain, and said in a low voice, "Father, are you doing this to protect Schiller?!"

His words received no response from God.

But they fell upon the ears of Schiller,

who saw the Great Angel fly up close to the Storm God, and with a cold laugh said, "No, it is to protect you."

Utus glared at the Great Angel with a fierceness akin to a storm, one that could instill solemnity in anyone.

But Schiller, seemingly unaware, smiled and said, "Haven’t you realized yet?

Even if you joined forces, you could not compare, for I have long since become a different entity."

So arrogant were the words of the Great Angel.

Laiendos and Lorri, having regained their composure, could not help but be stirred.

Looking back at the entirety of the battle, it seemed to truly confirm Schiller’s words.

They appeared to suppress the rebellious Great Angel for much of the battle, but once he wielded the power of the Path God created, the situation suddenly turned on its head, a reversal in a split second.

This effortless turnaround, both the God of Victory and the Earth God knew what it meant at this moment.

"Enough, Utus," Laiendos spoke up,

"We can’t continue anymore."

The God of Victory said "can’t" instead of "shouldn’t."

Storm God Utus clenched his fists tightly, seeming unable to accept the result.

"The Gods will forgive us, we have done right by our brothers and sisters," Laiendos continued, providing Utus with a way to gracefully concede.

Schiller watched the three receding Gods.

The Great Angel did not take the initiative to declare their defeat; this bet, he had won.

One reason was that if he continued to provoke Storm God Utus, it might lead to a situation that God did not wish to see unfold, and secondly, the failure of the three Gods was witnessed by all the others, under the gaze of many, none could deny.

Not declaring it was also a way to save their face.

Thinking this, Schiller felt he was too merciful, not in keeping with his own actions.

"But as God has said, that’s enough."

Schiller murmured to himself.

Since he was tasked with a mission, no matter what he did, no matter what was needed, he must always act according to God’s will.

Even in the most extreme circumstances, it was the same.

Schiller raised the Sword of Victory in his hand and tossed it to the God of Victory, Laiendos.

Laiendos showed a look of surprise, which was soon replaced by a relaxed expression.

If Schiller had kept it as a trophy, as a Divine, he would have found it difficult to brazenly request its return.

But the Great Angel spontaneously returned it, which for the God of Victory, was undoubtedly a pleasant surprise.

In his joy, Laiendos bowed slightly towards the Great Angel.

Schiller did not respond; he turned and vanished from the sight of the three Gods after a moment.

.........

Above the Sea of Souls.

Fairy Queen Sofia sat upon her throne, and no matter how the Fairies poured out their eager flattery, their Queen’s brow remained furrowed.

"It’s been more than ten days now."

Sofia muttered to herself.

As her words fell, the fairies beside her bowed their heads one after another, not daring to raise them for fear of inadvertently annoying the Queen.

Indeed, more than ten days had passed. In this realm of the fairies, no one knew the progress of current events.

The Sea of Souls lay in the very depths of the Celestial Kingdom, far removed from the earth, and the fairies, not being divine, could not cross the vast distance to witness the battles on the ground.

The fairies were all deeply anxious about this battle.

Facing three Gods single-handedly, anyone would deem the odds to be grim.

"He’s back!"

Just when the oppressive atmosphere was seeping back into the Palace, suddenly, excited shouts came from beyond the gates—the fairies who saw Angel Schiller return reported the news with immense excitement.

"The Prophet is back! He is safe and sound!"

"He won, he won a great victory!"

"He really is back! Truly back!"

The Fairy Queen abruptly raised her head, and before the fairies around her could recover from their shock, Sofia spread her wings and rushed to the gates.

"Where is he?!"

Soon, the Fairy Queen received her answer.

"Your Majesty, the Prophet is in the Great Library, right in the Great Library..."

Before the fairy could finish speaking, Sofia’s figure darted toward the Great Library.

At last, the Fairy Queen saw her creator again, the Prophet who belonged to all fairies, her very own King.

Angel Schiller sat in the Great Library, seemingly idly flipping through a scroll of paper.

Sofia feigned calmness, silently landing on Schiller’s shoulder,

"It looks like you’ve won, haven’t you."

Schiller, hearing the familiar voice, turned his head and gave an "Mm."

"You’re very nonchalant."

Sofia commented.

"What reaction do you want?"

The Great Angel asked.

Sofia shook her head and slowly spoke,

"No reaction is needed. Just like this is fine."

Their interaction was as if the battle had never happened.

Moments later, Schiller slowly closed the scroll in his hand, surveying the Great Library—within just a few short years, the fairies had accumulated an immense trove of knowledge here, the volume of books far surpassing that of any great nation in the Mortal World.

This would be enough to drive any seeker of knowledge mad with desire.

"What are you going to do next?"

The Fairy Queen asked,

"Do you have anything else you need to do?"

Schiller took a deep breath,

"There is still much to be done. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

The wager was won by me, and the Gods shall no longer directly intervene in mortals like Belvan who seek to explore the paths of the Divine Creation.

However, this does not mean that They won’t influence things indirectly through various means.

I have no intention of doing too many unnecessary things; I am an Angel, not a babysitter for the mortals. They do not need to be looked after at every turn.

But there are still some things that require my intervention, and I too will not directly interfere with the mortals."

Sofia nodded and said,

"That sounds like an unwritten rule."

The Great Angel gave a confirming answer,

"That’s exactly right; I hope to reach such an understanding with the Gods."

Schiller slowly wandered the Great Library, while Sofia sat on his shoulder, watching him pick several books from the shelves.

"Soon, I will take a trip to Heaven."

Sofia inquired,

"What for? To see God?"

Schiller replied,

"What else is there to do besides that?"

Sofia remarked,

"You’re like a child showing off your accomplishments."

The Great Angel glared hard at Sofia.

But he did not deny, nor did he argue.

Sofia knew she might have struck true, and she continued not to provoke Schiller further.

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