Sovereign of the Ashes

The Godslayers and the deities of the various camps primarily relied on intelligence gathering to pinpoint their targets’ whereabouts.

After all, deities possessed formidable abilities to conceal themselves.

The targets who were determined to remain unseen during the Avatar Crisis and had concealed themselves in secret locations were exceedingly difficult to track.

However, gods could never remain completely isolated. They needed to communicate with their followers and manifest their divine presence periodically to reinforce faith and belief.

Thus, none of them could exist in absolute seclusion.

Knowing this, the Godslayers had always relied on a network of clues to locate their targets.

Sein, however, had a different approach.

Unlike the Godslayers, who depended on intelligence gathering, he relied on truth and wisdom.

Over the years, his deep study of the divine power factor had granted him profound insight into its workings.

While he might struggle to fully analyze the essence of divine power in a short time, identifying its source and general location posed no challenge to him.

To aid in his search, Sein had crafted a specialized magic artifact—the “God Tracker”.

The core component of this magic artifact was the God of Brute Force’s eyeball.

The God Tracker’s metallic box-like appearance bore a striking resemblance to the Octave Box, the divine symbol of Faeloria’s Goddess of Music found in her temples.

“He should be here. I’m not sure how many guards the God of First Light has stationed around him though,” Sein remarked, gazing at a sprawling estate in the distance.

The God of First Light was considered one of the more exceptional lesser deities in the Justice League.

Although he wielded only weak divine power, his ability to cultivate faith and the unique laws he wielded had earned the attention of several greater deities within the Justice League.

The estate Sein observed appeared unremarkable at first glance.

Given Faeloria’s economic standards, any noble ranked Earl or higher in the neighboring human kingdoms would have the means to construct such an estate.

The God of First Light’s caution was evident in this choice of residence.

Likely fearing he would become a target, he had deliberately concealed himself in an inconspicuous location like this.

Yet, no amount of caution could ensure absolute safety.

Without overwhelming power, sooner or later, he would become prey.

“Master Sein, how do we start?” Ronaldo asked eagerly, his giant ax already thirsting for divine blood.

“Patience. Go set up these magic artifacts around the area. Be careful—don’t let anyone in the estate notice you,” Sein instructed as he distributed a batch of tubular magic artifacts to those around him.

These devices were none other than the Magus Civilization’s famous magic cannons.

As an alchemist trained in Sky City and a scholarly mage who had researched portable magic cannons at an early stage, Sein had never abandoned his craft—even in Faeloria.

Before departing Purgatory, he had crafted dozens of miniature versions of magic cannons.

Their appearance and structure closely resembled the ones mounted on Yuri’s mecha, albeit significantly smaller, less destructive, and with limited usage.

Sein had long developed the habit of mass-producing disposable magic artifacts.

In the chaos of interplanar warfare, these artifacts might not single-handedly turn the tide of battle, but they often proved unexpectedly effective.

At the very least, during a retreat, these devices allowed Sein to unleash a barrage of devastating ranged attacks, buying precious time to escape.

For Ronaldo and the others, it was their first time seeing these portable magic cannons.

Yet, the simple operation and immense destructive power of these devices instantly impressed them.

Among them, Flynn, the most well-versed in magic knowledge, was particularly intrigued. His eyes gleamed with curiosity and a thirst for understanding.

Unfortunately, Flynn was still too young, lacking both the foundational knowledge and magic aptitude to match Sein.

Even mastering the basic principles Sein had taught him—alongside his own research into hydro and geo elemental magic—already overwhelmed his schedule.

Though Sein had considered introducing Flynn to alchemy, the boy simply could not cope with another field of study.

Once Flynn and the others had learned how to activate these portable magic cannons, Sein handed each of them about ten Viridescent Seeds, instructing them to plant them around the estate.

A god hunt was no ordinary battle—Sein had to be thoroughly prepared.

With only three hundred Viridescent Seeds in his possession, using up a full third of his stock in this single encounter showed how seriously he regarded the Faelorian gods.

The Avatar Crisis had forced the Faelorian gods to break away from their divine nations.

However, these deities were not entirely defenseless. They could deploy their most powerful subordinates in advance to escort them, ensuring their safety.

Sein and his group were not only facing the God of First Light but also a retinue of devoted believers tasked with protecting him.

Fortunately, the advantage was theirs—the enemy was in the open, while Sein and his allies remained hidden in the shadows.

The God of First Light’s divine nation, temples, and followers across various regions required constant oversight. Even with guards at his side, it was impossible for all his forces to be concentrated in one place.

This created an opening—an opportunity for Sein and his team to strike.

As thirty sandglasses passed, evening descended.

The Faelorian deities were indeed powerful, but their strength fluctuated due to the nature of their divine abilities.

For example, the God of First Light was at his strongest during dawn.

By evening and throughout the night, his power waned.

This was a direct result of the Laws he had mastered—much like a Pyromancer whose combat strength would be greatly diminished under the sea.

Sein remained fixated on his crystal ball, his expression cold and calculating.

The moment the timer’s hand reached its mark—

BOOM!

Explosions erupted in every direction as elemental flames rained down upon the manor.

With the sky already darkening, hundreds of streaking projectiles lit up the air, resembling a vast meteor shower interwoven with bursts of dazzling fireworks.

The fiery spectacle was not only breathtaking—it was deadly.

At that moment, the Magus Civilization’s mastery of alchemy was on full display, showing the native Faelorians what true elemental destruction looked like.

From a distant corner, Sein watched as the grand estate was gradually engulfed in a sea of fire.

In his Flame Demon form, he spread his fiery wings and soared toward the heart of the manor.

A great battle was about to begin.