Su Fu’s final words drifted over faintly, and the scenes before the two gods vanished in an instant, their connection completely severed.
This meant the Sun God Ra had died thoroughly and completely, without even a single wisp of divinity left behind.
Indra and Tyr exchanged a glance, only one word remaining in their minds—
“RUN!!!”
Su Fu was too terrifying. One arrow and she blew apart the Sun God!
Ra didn’t even have a chance to resist, gone on the spot.
They didn’t doubt for a second that if they were even one step slower, that divine arrow would be aimed at them.
She even calmly told them to run faster, as if everything was firmly within her grasp.
Even more terrifying—who knew what other trump cards she held?!
The moment they thought of this, both of them were scared out of their wits.
Without a shred more hesitation, they directly tore open the void before them, about to flee back to the Divine Realm.
Just then, War God Tyr suddenly seemed to remember something and shrieked:
“Wait!”
“Su Fu this time—she came to the Central Star System with warships!”
Indra’s movements halted, shock appearing in his eyes at the same time.
“…Can she spare the Saint Land?”
That madwoman even collapsed the tracks of fate laid down by the God of Fate, razing the ancestral lands of the Seven Great Clans to the ground in a single day. Is the Saint Land still safe?
Wouldn’t returning to the Divine Realm now be walking right into a trap?
Once she brings her warships to their doorstep, wouldn’t they be shot to pieces on the spot, dying with no place for burial?
But if they don’t go to the Divine Realm…
Then where else can they even go?
Hide in a Dungeon?
That just means dying a little later—sooner or later Su Fu will find them.
Just like her master, every single one was slaughtered. Those false gods in the Dungeons didn’t even live as long as they have.
“Unless…” Indra gritted his teeth, “Unless… we go to the God of Fate.”
Hint: “…”
But even if the God of Fate acts, it’ll cost them half their lives.
The price is far too great. Divine blood, authority, memories… anything could be taken.
“But do we even have a choice now?” Indra’s face turned ugly.
“Death either way! Rather than being killed by Su Fu, we might as well go to the God of Fate.”
“At least we’ll keep half our lives.”
The two exchanged a look and made their decision.
“Go!”
The void tore open, and two divine lights fled into the depths of chaos, heading straight for the River of Fate.
Su Fu released the bowstring, and the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow dissipated into golden light.
Chesia coiled on her shoulder, tilting her head curiously:
“If they really do go to the God of Fate… do you think that turtle hiding in its shell will act?”
Su Fu: “Throw a stone into water, and no matter what, ripples will spread.”
“As long as there’s movement, there are traces to follow.”
She sighed with slight regret. “What a shame… only one gift was delivered.”
Chesia: “…You’re pretty polite, huh.”
“Of course.” Su Fu raised an eyebrow.
The two fell silent, and she quietly gazed into the distance.
Behind her, the warship’s cannon muzzles glowed faintly blue, the wind stirring her robes.
She reached up to smooth her hair, slowly lowering her eyes.
No.
Not enough.
Still too few… have died.
Just then, Su Fu’s movements paused.
She turned her head and saw Evans, who had turned around and was about to leave.
“Is the Chairman leaving now?”
Her voice was soft, yet it made Evans freeze mid-step.
Evans turned around, about to explain, but the moment he met Su Fu’s gaze, his words died in his throat.
She smiled teasingly, yet beneath that smile lay an unfathomable depth.
Evans’ scalp went numb. Only now did he truly, clearly realize—this woman before him had just done what, in front of the entire universe.
Though most people didn’t know that sun was a false god in disguise, only seeing Su Fu casually shoot down a star…
But he knew!
Su Fu avenging Tai Xuanzi… too insane.
“Chairman Evans,” Su Fu broke the silence.
“I’ve actually… always been curious about one thing.”
“Dark Realm Monsters control concepts, so they’re indeed hard to counter with warships. But the anomalous tides erupting on various planets are just low-level energy conglomerates.”
Down.
To death.
“They can be attacked with warships perfectly fine. So why does every warzone still rely on stacking the lives of Divine Summoners?”
Evans was silent for a moment, then finally gave a bitter smile:
“Though technology has risen, its most core and most powerful portion remains controlled by the conglomerates and Hereditary Houses.”
In other words, how could the false gods’ secretly controlled Hereditary Houses and conglomerates possibly allow such weapons that threatened divine authority to develop on a large scale?
Faith is what matters most.
Human lives can be expended, but faith must never waver.
Weaken humanity’s own power to resist, making everyone rely only on the Divine Power bestowed by the gods—that’s how they can rule for a long, long time.
“Speaking of which…” Evans suddenly turned serious. “I must thank you again for the large number of warships and Divine Artifacts you donated, which relieved the frontline’s urgent need.”
“The Chairman flatters me.” Su Fu leisurely stepped forward two paces.
“Under the false gods’ threat, you’ve struggled to sustain human civilization’s survival.”
“Playing along with them, protecting human civilization to this day.”
“For such merit, Su Fu admires you…”
On the surface, Evans listened to the praise, but inwardly, he felt something was off.
Why would Su Fu suddenly ask about this?
Could it be… she wanted him to compliment her?
That doesn’t seem right.
Warships… Hereditary Houses… faith.
His expression froze, and he looked at Su Fu in disbelief.
More precisely, he looked at the sky-covering Kunpeng Fleet behind her.
Wait… how did the warships just open up right in front of him?!
It was only then that he suddenly realized—Su Fu’s target was never just the Hereditary Houses!
She also wants to… seize power?!
Sure enough, Su Fu let out a faint sigh, raised her head, and calmly looked at him:
“But, Chairman Evans.”
“The times have changed.”
“The Hereditary Houses must die.”
“The false gods must die.”
Humanity no longer needs compromise—what it needs is gunfire.
She would not only destroy the Hereditary Houses and slay the false gods, but also take over the Divine Bureau, completely forcing humanity to pick a new side.
Even if it meant seizing power by violence.
Evans: “!”
I shouldn’t have come!
Good grief, wasn’t this running straight into the cannon’s mouth?!
The military officer behind Evans changed expression, abruptly stepped forward, hand already on his weapon.
“How dare you! You—!”
But the next second, all the warship cannon muzzles suddenly swiveled.
Pitch-black openings, all uniformly aimed at their mere dozen or so people.
In that instant, over the entire ruin, every sound vanished.
Only the hair-raising hum of energy charging remained.
The officer’s movements froze mid-air, unable to utter another word.
…Wait, how are we supposed to fight this?
Beneath the sky-covering shadow of the warships, humans were as small as ants. With a single command, everyone would be blasted to ash, dead beyond death.
Evans raised his hand to stop his subordinate, took a deep look at Su Fu, and spoke hoarsely:
“Su Fu, are you sure you want to do this?”
“To avenge your master, to wage an all-out war to the death with the false gods—have you thought about the consequences?”
The false gods still have trump cards unrevealed. Further division within humanity will only make things worse.
Su Fu smiled at his words. “Chairman Evans, I respect you, and I admire all the efforts and sacrifices you’ve made.”
“But you saw it with your own eyes just now—this is the result of humanity coexisting with the false gods.”
“Not a single member of the Hereditary Houses is innocent.”
Chairman Evans was silent.
He certainly understood what Su Fu meant.
Long ago, humanity suffered a catastrophe and was badly crippled, forced to compromise and cooperate with the false gods, believing they could coexist with them.
But what was the result?
The false gods’ puppet Hereditary Houses sat high above, treating all living beings as ants, squeezing faith, penning civilization like livestock.
If this coexistence continued any further…
After a long silence, Evans seemed to age ten years in an instant.
“Perhaps… you’re right.” He let out a long sigh.
“As of this moment, I will step down from my position as rotating chairman of the Dawn United Council.”
“The future should be handed to you young people.”
He had never been someone who craved power, but he also wasn’t sure which direction to go.
Yet undoubtedly, the fate of the Hereditary Houses now proved that the path of compromise and coexistence wouldn’t work.
“It’s just…” He raised his head and took a deep look at Su Fu.
“Even if you take control of the Divine Bureau, if you clash with the Supreme Commander’s ideals…”
“With Mei’s influence, you may not be able to smoothly push through reforms.”
Su Fu smiled. “Actually, I did learn one lesson from the Hereditary Houses.”
“A good reputation is nice to have.”
“Without it… it makes no difference at all.”
The moment she finished speaking, the space suddenly tore open.
A figure stepped out from the rift—hair white as snow, military uniform immaculate.
The moment she appeared, everyone around, including Evans, unconsciously straightened their backs.
And saluted that figure with the most reverent military salute—
“Supreme Commander!”
The Supreme Commander of the human allied forces, Lady Mei.
The Mei who led humanity through endless darkness and finally walked out of despair.
Mei raised her head, her gaze sweeping over the countless warships, looking at the steel tide formed by humanity’s pinnacle of gunfire.
“Truly magnificent…”
She murmured slowly, a hoarseness settled by the years.
Then, her gaze slowly fell upon Su Fu.
Mei’s expression was complicated, carrying a barely perceptible grief.
A thousand words ultimately condensed into a soft sigh.
“You resemble her greatly.”
“Tai Xuanzi.”
Su Fu placed her right hand over her chest and gave a solemn salute.