Only God
Chapter 356 - 313 The Death of Kagawus

Chapter 356: Chapter 313 The Death of Kagawus

Endora and its divine beings ravaged the Mortal World, accumulating unimaginable power through the war, as Kagawus’ faction was collapsing.

Countless divines fell, and in the temples of the Country of Divines, one Original Divine Statue after another crumbled into dust.

Kagawus never imagined that one day, divinities would slaughter each other, and the once-proud Golden Age was so fragile.

In the Prophetic Temple, Kagawus sat on the ground in despair.

He heard the lamentation of the Mirror God’s death at the hands of Endora.

Dragon God Endora, who held dominion over the War Star, was now infinitely close to becoming Sixth Rank, and with the death of the Fifth Rank Mirror God, there would no longer be a divine in this Celestial Kingdom that could rival Endora.

Kagawus heard the sounds of collapse one after another.

The stone statues in the Prophetic Temple still stood, but Kagawus knew they too would soon collapse.

Faced with the impending descent of Heaven, the gods did not unite, but instead, as Shan’en closed the Golden Hall, their vile natures emerged, causing one star after another to dim and lose its light.

Kagawus knelt on the ground, letting out a cry of utter despair:

"Gods, what has become of you?!"

In the past, the gods were revered by all mortals on Earth, exalted and bringing a splendid Golden Age, with nothing able to shake their position. Even the proudest of kings had to kneel before the Divine Statue, bowing their heads.

Mortals praised the gods, adorning their beliefs with beautiful words—eternal, magnificent, sacred... The divine enjoyed endless accolades, believing the Golden Age would never end.

But it was all an illusion.

Kagawus murmured:

"We are so fragile..."

Destroyed, all was destroyed.

He had prophesied this thousands of years ago; during those years, he had naively longed to defy fate’s trajectory, mistakenly thinking the grand Country of Divines could withstand the arrival of Heaven.

But prophecy, after all, demanded verification...

The gods slaughtered each other, and all past friendships were but vast clouds of smoke.

"Why... why is this happening?!"

Kagawus said shakily, his gaze fixed on the distant Golden Hall.

His heart was full of too many questions, too many confusions.

Why had millennia of order vanished overnight?!

Why had the once-praised gods fallen so low?!

Why were we so fragile?!

Kagawus stared straight at the still-glorious Golden Hall, his eyes bloodshot, like a lion king on the brink of death.

He stared and stared...

Until...

From the cracks of the Golden Hall’s doors, a pale force, barely visible, seeped through...

Kagawus froze.

He could not be mistaken, it was impossible for him to be mistaken.

That was the pale power...

The power of the Primordial Will...

Kagawus knelt, letting out a frantic laugh as tears of sorrow ran down his face,

It seemed as if he had seen the answer.

Heaven was about to descend, and the once great Divine King Shan’en had accepted the Primordial Will.

Why order had turned to nothing, why the once beautiful gods had fallen, why the divine were so fragile... all these questions, only as death neared, did Kagawus see the true nature of everything.

"Shan’en... you lead us to destruction once again..."

And now, he was too weary to struggle anymore.

Thus,

Kagawus knelt before his own divine statue, no longer issuing any commands, waiting for Dragon God Endora to arrive at the temple and strip his life away.

Even as the approach of Heaven took away his power of prophecy, Kagawus could still foresee the end of the gods...

It was all in vain, everything was futile.

No matter who emerged victorious in the end, there would no longer be a place for the gods in this world.

Several days later.

Kagawus died in the Prophetic Temple.

Endora personally killed Kagawus,

and showed no mercy to the divine who had also been among the first to awaken.

In this great war, Endora had already ended the lives of countless divines, and Kagawus was just one of them.

In the beginning, Endora ravaged the Mortal World to fight against the Celestial Kingdom, but now, Endora and the divines under his command had long forgotten what they were fighting for; they all went mad, killing for the sake of killing, with very few remembering the Celestial Kingdom that was fated to descend.

And so, without warning, Endora declared war on both Curse God Yikabe and Water God Angel.

After all, everything was going to be destroyed, the splendor of the gods had already passed.

So let it all be completely annihilated, whether it be the mortals of the natural world or the divines of the Celestial Kingdom.

The divines were mad with the desire to destroy each other,

the universe was about to topple, the Country of Divines was on the verge of collapse,

and the prophecy of a thousand years would come to pass; the Heavenly City with the throne of the Most High would descend and completely put an end to this chaotic era.

But the gates of the Golden Hall remained tightly closed, with only layers of pale majestic power spilling out.

It turned out that from the very beginning,

none of the gods, eternal in the eyes of the mortals, were truly eternal.

Netherworld.

The turmoil of the earth disturbed the usually tranquil Netherworld.

There were far too many dead lives, and Death God Nakbet was no longer able to bring all souls to the Netherworld, while the vast war of the gods threatened to destroy the afterlife he had created.

Insanity... all had gone insane.

Nakbet had never imagined that when the gods went mad, they would bring such a disaster to the world.

He did his utmost to protect the Netherworld beneath him, moving his star away from the battlefield to the border of the Celestial Kingdom.

Another great war broke out, as Endora waged war against the Water God and the Curse God, and the storm of conflict swept through each divine.

And what surprised Nakbet the most was that the Envoy of the Father didn’t care about the great war among the gods from beginning to end.

Solamus seemed to have anticipated and prepared for this, her gaze never lingering on each opposing divine, but always looking towards the distant Country of Divines.

Her expression was grave, the weight of the current conflict in her heart far less than that of the still-closed Golden Hall.

"Why..." Nakbet was full of confusion.

But before long, before he could even ask...

The great, endlessly luminous sun...

was suddenly obscured by darkness.

The sky plunged into gloom as if mourning, weeping for the turbulent world, for the lost lives.

The entire sun was covered in darkness, the eclipse darker and more terrifying than any had seen before.

The sky grew gloomy as vultures and crows circled above the desolate land, pronouncing the arrival of the end of days for the entire world.

Everything, everything was going to be gone.

Perhaps... there is nothing immortal in this world.