Chapter 786  : Final Battle (Part 11)Even amongst Main Gods, some would be more outstanding than others.

Chaos War God Donatis had forever been viewed as someone undefeatable who would always act as the Chaos Abyss’s vanguard. He had experienced countless battlefields without ever being defeated. The long years and countless combat achievements meant that no glorious nickname was even necessary as proof of his might. The simple reputation of being the undefeated War God was more than enough.

Donatis was forever the center of attention on any battlefield that he appeared on.

It was the same for this battle of Gods as well. However, nobody had ever expected that Donatis would be completely suppressed.

What mortals knew was that the tall bronze War God would forever look down upon the castle walls at his feet, and then easily crush the walls along with any mortals who tried to resist him. He would forever expressionlessly destroy everything in front of him and return it to Chaos.

Donatis was absolutely, unreasonably strong. It was impossible for him not to view mortals as nothing more than ants.

But right now, the undefeated War God seemed just like a young child getting beaten up by an adult. Donatis had always been proud of his gigantic size, but he didn’t even reach Titan’s waist.

The thunder giant wore an ancient white cloth robe, a belt containing a staff, and grass slippers. These were all articles of clothing created from plants. He looked like the very picture of an old artifact who had jumped out of a myth.

Titans had always been viewed as a powerful species equal to dragons in strength. However, it was likely that very few existences still remembered that the entire Titan species had been named after Titan, the first Titan.

Donatis and Barbarot had been the largest ones on the battlefield before Titan’s arrival. However, they weren’t even half of Titan’s height. Titan was wearing an olive circlet on his head which reached into the clouds. His very breathing dispelled the clouds as lightning streaked in his eyes. Everywhere that he focused his vision on would actually be struck by lightning.

Titan was the eldest child of the Creator Goddess Astrya and her most beloved child. He was a super indestructible existence that had lived since the beginning of the very first generation. He was a tremendous God who had led his tribe in challenging the entire world.

It was impossible for me to comprehend how powerful he truly was, as I had been unable to find a single record in all of history of anyone surviving a fight against him.

If one went by seniority, Titan was the oldest existence in the Eich universe after the Creator Goddesses. He had agreed to become the protector of the Land of Spring out of consideration for his species back when Dragon World had been collapsing. Even with this, nobody would be able to issue commands to someone as ancient as Titan.

I wouldn’t be able to command him. As for Ayer who was also someone from the first generation… he wouldn’t be able to, either, as even he would be considered disrespectful if he tried to address Titan as “bro”.

Fortunately, unlike what the myths about Titan said, this ancient child of the earth had already gotten tired of battle. Over the past decade, Titan had focused mostly on the construction of the Land of Spring. He seemed just like a happy retired old man with a kindly expression who smiled every day.

However, nobody would underestimate him because of his appearance. There was no doubt that Titan and the Titans were the strongest group of warriors in all of Hell.Being family was carved into the soul and impossible to erase.

An overly long period of time would only make one miss the other even more.

A reunion would be joyful yet sad.

Even now, I still remembered how the gigantic Titan actually sat down and cried rivers like a young child when he saw Astrya again…

Ahem, in order to avoid bringing disaster upon myself, I should really shut up now. Currently, Titan was having fun beating up Donatis who seemed like a young child in front of him.

The bronze War God was in a daze from the beating. He had probably never seen a fist which was larger than his head before. Every thunderous punch that came from above was impossible to defend against or dodge. Donatis’s mega greatsword hadn’t taken any visible damage from the first three punches, but by now, it was nothing more than tiny shattered piece. Donatis thus could only take the blows with his physical body.

Titan didn’t use any special abilities. All he did was use brute force which was usually Donatis’s favorite style. Every single punch landed a heavy blow on Donatis’s physical body and soul. The very fact that Donatis had lasted so long without becoming completely shattered himself was evidence of how ridiculously strong he was as well.

Titan smashed the powerful Donatis into the ground. Donatis angrily roared, causing the entire world to be afraid of this battle, but that still didn’t help him. Titan maintained the same steady tempo while constantly punching Donatis.

[No need to overthink things. This is Titan’s only method of fighting. He doesn’t really have any special abilities. This is how all of us fought back in the day.]

Was this really the way the ancient Gods fought each other? The Creator Goddesses of Order and Chaos each led a bunch of half-naked brawny Gods at mud-wrestling? This was far too wondrous of a scene for me to even dare imagine. I wanted the image of beautiful mythic battles returned to me!

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“Please don’t remain silent! This will really make me think that ancient mythic battles were fought like this!”

I was greeted by even more silence. Fine, let us not focus on these meaningless things, and return to the battle at hand.

Nobody still believed that Donatis could win at this point. The only question was how long he could last. Heimor and I had the mission of stopping the other Chaos Main Gods from being able to help Donatis.

Heimor and Barbarot were still dueling on the ground. However, everyone knew that there wasn’t much difference in power between these two old acquaintances. No victory would be determined anytime soon from this battle, much less life or death.

My enemy, Sophocles the Deceiver, was clearly the only hope for the Chaos Faction on the battlefield right now. Yet, he kept fighting with me quite slowly, only slightly testing me with each attack as if he wasn’t using his full strength at all.

I was even beginning to suspect if he wanted to see Donatis die here, but I instinctively felt that couldn’t be it. If Donatis died here, not only would that result in the Chaos Faction’s invasion failing, we would also never pass by this opportunity to slay him. Being able to slay two Chaos Main Gods simultaneously in the mortal plane would be a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity.

Finally, Sophocles started acting inconceivably as if something he had been waiting for had just occurred.