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But now it seemed there was no need for such complexity.
The moment he showed up, the enemy naturally prioritized him as their first target.
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And what followed was just a matter of course.
The reason why the Rage Owl Evil God’s normally effortless control over the power of thunder and lightning experienced a sluggish effect was due to something Gu Hang had acquired since obtaining it and was now, for the first time, truly playing a role:
[Trait: Enemy of the Storm]
[You are the enemy of the storm, you can compel the storm to serve you. When there are targets using storm-type psychic spells around you, they require your permission. Otherwise, they will be suppressed, and their spiritual energy power and casting success rate will both decline.]
This trait was obtained from an event reward a year and a half ago, when he reclaimed Revival City, thwarted the Cult’s schemes, and expelled the incarnation of the Evil God.
After obtaining it, Gu Hang hardly ever used it.
Mainly because he hadn’t encountered any enemies that utilized storms since then.
However, it unexpectedly played a big role now.
It was only now that Gu Hang realized how powerful this [Enemy of the Storm] trait was.
Even the Evil God that controlled lightning within his own domain would be affected by this [Enemy of the Storm] trait, causing problems with his lightning potency.
Of course, this was still related to the Primal Fury Owl being stuck between the True Realm and the reality of this world, but it was still incredibly astonishing and brought immense surprise.
Originally, Gu Hang needed to focus intently to perceive the fluctuations of lightning just before it struck, in order to dodge in advance—dodging after the lightning appeared was impossible.
If he made a mistake, he could only rely on his protective spiritual energy to withstand the attack.
More importantly, he had to prevent the Primal Fury Owl from retreating and firmly lock down the exit behind the reality veil, which also required consuming a considerable amount of spiritual energy and his focus.
With all these factors combined, the difficulty was maxed out. Even after leveling up and receiving an enhancement of spiritual energy in the True Realm, Gu Hang couldn’t claim he was especially confident.
But now… it was easy to manipulate.
The time before the lightning formed was too long, a full three or four seconds. Gu Hang felt even his grandmother could have reacted to it.
All that was left was to use telekinesis to control, slightly shifting his body to the side, then he could watch as the lightning missed its mark.
The only thing he needed to be careful about was his position, making sure there was no one directly beneath him. To avoid the misfired lightning from falling below and causing additional damage.
Under such circumstances, Gu Hang played with the Rage Owl Evil God for a long time.
The more it missed, the more frustrated it got.
To this point, Gu Hang’s respect for this second-rate Evil God from the depths of Hell’s Abyss had greatly diminished.
Rage-filled, foolish, brash, yet cowardly.
It largely had itself to blame for its current predicament.
And when did it realize it couldn’t keep playing with Gu Hang like this?
It was when the ground assault troops were less than two kilometers away from it; it was when its Storm Wall was about to give in.
But what could it do even after it realized this?
It seemed powerless.
Even if it redirected the lightning back to the cannons, which barely had any dodging capabilities, one bolt would only destroy three to five cannons at most, no more.
It could also choose to bomb the tanks, but there was no guarantee that the lightning would hit—after all, its ability to summon lightning storms was now severely disrupted by the [Enemy of the Storm] trait.
And the Storm Wall before it was about to crumble, yet it had no means to continue, not even enough energy to patch it up again.
It had tried to mend it before; in fact, it was constantly investing power into it, but the reality was, its repairing ability could not keep up with the depletion of the Storm Wall.
The breach in the wall grew wider, and the speed of repairs slowed down more and more. Now, with each volley of cannon fire, a quarter could penetrate the Storm Wall and hit its body.
And as the human ground forces drew closer to within fifteen hundred meters, the threats increased manifold.
At this distance, many infantry weapons could pose a threat.
The G9 rifle’s effective range was less than a thousand meters, but its maximum range could reach around two thousand meters. Indeed, beyond a thousand meters, bullets would fly unpredictably, hardly aiming true. However, their target was a monstrous Evil God whose size rivaled mountains.
So what concern was there about the trajectory? Just shoot towards that spot—how far off could it possibly go?
Not to mention, squad machine guns, mortars equipped at the company level, heavy machine guns with explosive rounds…
These weapons, though individually certainly not as powerful as cannons, tank guns, or airborne laser guns, were perfectly capable.
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However, they couldn’t withstand the sheer number of them.
Not to mention, there were over a thousand mortars alone.
Upon reaching their combat positions, the infantry swiftly deployed, and the 60mm mortars began their thunderous barrage; machine guns fired ferociously, interspersed with the crackle of rifles and the whoosh of rocket launchers.
By then, the already precarious Storm Wall was virtually obliterated in an instant.
There were indeed some remnants left, but at best they only intercepted ten percent of the incoming firepower; the remaining ninety percent of shells and bullets virtually rained down on him without impediment.
Furthermore, there was no need to worry about accuracy – its body was like a small mountain, not a metaphor but a statement of fact.
No matter what weapons the Alliance soldiers wielded, they couldn’t possibly miss a small hill.
To be honest, the Rage Owl Evil God’s ability to withstand attacks was already comparable to a mountain peak. Such intense firepower was unleashed; at least twenty thousand 155mm howitzer shells, over ten thousand mortar rounds, and millions of various bullets were fired. Even a mountain would be leveled and brought down by such an assault.
The Rage Owl God… was like an immovable mountain throughout this process, completely passive in taking the hits, without any ability to retaliate.
It couldn’t retreat; Gu Hang was blocking its exit.
It couldn’t advance; the reality curtain made every move a struggle.
It couldn’t sustain the Storm Wall; any energy spent was immediately consumed.
It couldn’t launch a counterattack; the relentless bombardment and bullets caused excruciating agony.
It no longer had any rage left in its heart.
Desperately trying to retreat, it mustered all its strength, attempting to break through Gu Hang’s blockade of its path, even abandoning its defenses – which were pointless to maintain anyway.
Now, it genuinely felt the threat of death, of demise.
This was a sensation it had never experienced since embracing Hell’s Abyss.
And at this moment, Gu Hang was also under tremendous pressure.
An Evil God, once again in a profoundly awkward position due to the reality curtain, its desperate struggle in the final moments was terrifying.
However, the more critical the moment, the firmer Gu Hang clenched his teeth.
The deity will die! Just hold on a little longer, just a bit longer.
Human warriors kept firing fiercely. Even as their ammunition neared depletion, with no resupply in sight, they shot relentlessly.
The elite of humanity, twelve Phoenixes and thirty Battle Nuns, now launched their final charge.
No longer relying solely on their ranged weapons, they advanced while shooting.
A closer distance would increase the lethal power of their weapons, and at the same time, hand-to-hand combat techniques could be brought to bear.
Even though the significant height difference meant that even the towering interstellar warriors were reduced to ‘clipping toenails,’ it still dealt stronger blows.
Not to mention, among them were two powerhouses.
Matins in his Terminator Power Armor wielded a power sword; Superior Georgette held a golden halberd blessed with the power of faith.
These two, they took the job of ‘clipping toenails’ to the extreme—they were truly capable of slashing dozens of times in succession, severing half of the Evil God’s foot, as big as a house, from its body!
And this seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel’s back.
The colossal body of the Evil God truly collapsed with a thunderous crash!
Luckily, it kneeled first and then fell backwards; otherwise, the very moment it fell, like a collapsing mountain, would probably have killed many people.
Gu Hang, floating in mid-air, slowly descended.
He breathed heavily, his head throbbing intensely.
Yet, he couldn’t suppress the incredibly bright smile that spread across his lips.
Victory!
Humanity triumphed in the war against the Evil God!
The Alliance’s God-slaying operation, a success!
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