Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 644.2: Battle of the Gods (2)

There was a general law in the Sia Continent that the older an existence was, the more powerful they were likely to be. It rang exceptionally true for the first generation of gods serving Sia.

Make no mistake—the spells of the present generation were much more refined than those in the past, since they were built on over time, similar to how technology advanced over the ages.

Even so, it was almost impossible for those from the later generations to surpass those from the previous generations in terms of sheer fighting prowess.

This was due to the change in the environment and scarcity of resources.

The first generation of gods serving Sia had been through the war between the saint beasts and the demonic beasts. That had been a devastating war that affected every corner of the world. Those who survived that calamity were the cream of the crop, the result of natural selection.

Similarly, the ancient era boasted the greatest amount of resources, except for the bleak years when the Mother Goddess and the Savior fought to become the ruler of the world. Naturally, an abundance of resources was necessary for a race to progress to great heights.

Peytra and Obezo were both beneficiaries of that era, and there was a period of time wherein they fought alongside each other against the demonic beasts. Yet, the two first-generation gods were now re-enacting the ancient war on this land.

On the prairie, the World Serpent lunged at its enemy with a body cloaked in lava.

On the other hand, the massive dwarf charged forth with crackling lightning.

It was as if the two of them were the manifestations of natural disasters; they devastated their surroundings even before clashing with each other. The moment their manas clashed, the world shook.

Boom!

The massive hammer harnessing cataclysmic lightning smashed into the World Serpent, giving rise to an impact so great that it cracked Peytra’s mountain-like body. Rock fragments that were the size of a grown human rained from the sky, forcing Roel to take evasive maneuvers.

Mean

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