After several days of sailing, they followed the flesh-and-blood ship ahead, heading towards the Trial Island.
Although they passed through the Broken Sea, they saw almost no other ships.
The entire sea was completely empty.
Alka seriously suspected that information from this place hadn't been transmitted to the outside world.
After all, the Broken Sea was remote.
Even in the vast ocean, it was considered the border of civilization.
Although there was a church of the Holy Mother Church on the island, as the Holy Mother's brother, this new god would definitely know how to temporarily block the Holy Mother and the Four Gods from knowing about this place.
At this moment, everyone gathered on the deck. In the distance ahead, the Trial Island could already be seen.
The shadow cast by the black stone pillars was extremely conspicuous. Silence fell on the ship.
Until they followed the flesh ship ahead and reached the island.
The moment the Devouring Mouth leaped from the ship, it absorbed the flesh essence of the flesh ship into its own body.
He smiled at Alka.
But Alka ignored him.
He looked instead at the situation on the island.
The town ruins ahead remained much the same as before, but this time there were no triangular bodies to greet them.
And behind the ruins stood the Trial Tower.
Its outer shell was wrapped in a dense web of flesh fascia, stretched out into a thin membrane.
In the center of the membrane, a figure clung to it, hands interlaced, like a statue.
It was the newly born god, naked and devoid of any gender identity.
He seemed to sense Alka's arrival and opened his eyes.
When he saw Alka...
A smile broke out on his face.
The flesh on his back fascia transformed into threads and began to wrap around his body.
The entire membrane of flesh condensed on his body, transforming into a fleshy muscle armor and the membrane-like flesh wings on his back.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Alka."
On the boat on the shore, the Voice of Dawn constructed vine after vine. Sofia and the others stood on the vines, observing the situation on the island with a clear view.
Though they wanted to join in, Alka stopped them.
This battle...
The fairer it was, the better for Alka.
So Alka didn't even let any of them stack their buffs on him.
Alka stared at the newborn god before him with his eyes open.
Even without his ability to see through secrets, he could still clearly see the divinity within the body of the New God before him.
A red and two orange points of light, three top-tier treasures, formed the source of his energy.
What a luxury.
Or rather, in Alka's opinion, it was extravagant beyond measure.
What actually intrigued Alka the most was where he had acquired that red crown-level treasure.
To be honest, he couldn't believe it was something a cult worshipping the New God could possess.
Even the two orange treasures surprised Alka.
"I asked you to come here because I wanted to fight you again," the New God said, looking at Alka.
Alka nodded, honestly not the slightest bit surprised.
Seeing Alka's expression, as if he'd known all this before and wasn't surprised at all, the Newborn God couldn't help but smile.
As for why Alka knew this?
It was naturally because he'd seen the visions of history.
And this Newborn God was also a deity Alka paid close attention to.
Based on his upbringing and past, he knew his personality, especially the Tribulation of the Gods, which had profoundly altered his character.
But what was interesting was that the Newborn God's personality barely changed from the moment Alka first saw him until the Tribulation of the Gods.
Before the Tribulation of the Gods, this Newborn God was almost identical to the Mother Mother.
He had no regard for any mortal life and was extremely cold and indifferent.
However, compared to the Mother Mother, this Newborn God was even more proud.
So when the Tribulation of the Gods arrived...
He felt immense humiliation, even though it was the world that had created him that had bestowed upon him that humiliation. Then, relying on his inherent warlike nature, he single-handedly slaughtered all the beastly forces and tribes that had gained his divinity.
This was the reason for his betrayal.
He felt that, by then, his power was of little relevance to the world; he had wrested it back on his own.
Being proud, he naturally wouldn't allow a mortal like Alka to easily slay his descended form.
He then glanced at Alka, then at Sofia, who stood in the sky in the distance, watching their battle through the vines.
And at the Devouring Mouth not far away.
"While I don't mind an audience, I clearly can't watch someone like you."
The Newborn God suddenly said to the Devouring Mouth, then reached out and pinched it.
The Devouring Mouth seemed to have known the nature of the New God long ago and wasn't surprised at all, watching the flesh of its demonic body being stripped away.
Before he completely died, he said, "I hope I never see this Alka again."
Then the soul that made up his avatar fled.
"Aren't we going to capture that soul too?" Alka asked casually.
"No, he'll be a witness to the outcome."
Whoever sees him again will be the victor.
With that, the God of the Newborn looked at Alka.
"To encourage you to fight me with all your heart and soul, even to the point of exhaustion, I've prepared some prizes you might need."
He waved his hand.
An object, encased in flesh and blood, appeared, attached to the outer wall of the Trial Tower.
"That's a crown-level treasure. It's a perfect prize for our battle, isn't it?"
"No, it's already a luxury," Alka said.
He couldn't understand how this newborn god had obtained another crown-level treasure, and why he didn't also place this crown-level treasure within his own body.
"If I kill you, I'll get more than just this one."
Hearing this, the newborn god couldn't help but laugh.
"Interesting, very interesting. You're truly no ordinary mortal ant.
If possible, then of course everything in me is yours too.
The strong, the victor, deserves everything."
After laughing, his expression returned to composure. He looked at Alka and said, "Although I'm not mortal, I know how important emotions are to you mortals. So, for the sake of fairness, I haven't done anything to the mortals on the island. I've simply imprisoned them in the Flesh Nest.
If I die, they'll naturally be able to escape. And if you die, they won't be able to survive."
After saying this, he suddenly looked at Alka and said, "Make a mirror."
Alka waved his hand, and another mirror appeared on the wall of the Trial Tower.
The God of the Newborn waved at the mirror, and a point of light fell into it.
Then the mirror became a display, revealing the Southern Cross Island where they had previously encountered the Devouring Mouth. The flesh nest above still held a subtle allure.
"Besides all this, if you defeat me, I will reveal the gods' fatal weaknesses.
And I will leave this world and cease all disputes with it. I will even return everything I have taken from it."
As he spoke, the flesh on his chest began to bloom, and three gaps appeared.
From these gaps, three treasures, bound together by flesh threads, appeared.
Two of these treasures were scepter-level.
And the one in the center of his chest was the crown-level treasure.
It was a triangular crystal, or something resembling a crystal. Within the triangle, blood-red flesh threads, like red gemstones, could be seen densely threaded.
At this moment, these three treasures were not restrained. Instead, under the influx of magical power, they displayed their brilliance to the fullest.
Even Alka was captivated at first sight. He was inviting all intelligent life to grasp him.
He possessed a powerful allure for intelligent life.
But Alka immediately restrained himself.
Looking at the newborn god before him, he frowned and said, "You seem a bit overly generous?"
Giving a crown-level treasure, refraining from harming those mortals, and even revealing to Alka the weaknesses of the outer gods they needed most.
And, most incomprehensible of all, returning the divinity once plundered from this world.
"There's nothing incomprehensible about that."
"Do you know how many gods have betrayed us?" he asked, looking at Alka.
"Sixty-three," Alka replied.
Not all of these traitorous gods were born naturally; many emerged after the Myriad Gods' Tribulation.
Whether sons of God or mortals.
For various reasons, they all chose to betray the world.
These 63 are the ones who ultimately survived, seized the world's divinity, and departed.
There were many more who betrayed.
Many of them died in the conflict with the faction protecting the world.
The names of these 63 confirmed individuals are all written in the book.
"No, there are 66. Three of them were former traitors," he said with a smile.
But none of this matters anymore. Even the traitors left after the victory, and at most, they were merely faking their deaths.
"Of these 66, do you know how many are still alive?"
"How many?"
"Twenty-eight," the newborn god said with a smile.
"It's not easy to survive in the outside world, is it? But most of them died at the hands of their own people.
Those sons of God, those mortal gods who thought they could travel with us, were the first to die.
Manrudas attacked them immediately and plundered their divinity."
Manrudas is the God of War. At this point, the newborn god suddenly paused with a smile, then looked at Alka and said, "That's why Manrudus became the supreme being in the first place.
And the dozen or so gods who are still eyeing the destruction of this world are all like this.
The majority of their divinity, or rather, the majority of their existence, was stolen from this world.
Once this world revives, they will be in danger, so they absolutely do not want to face such a problem.
As for those who have betrayed and are no longer interested in this world, like me, it's because the divinity we once stole is no longer our primary source of power, and even if we give it up, it won't cause much harm."
Hearing this, Alka frowned.
Because this newborn god before him was practically stating it clearly.
He was almost clearly showing them the weaknesses of the current gods, and most importantly, the weakness of Manrudus.
Based on what he knew in his mind... Combining this with the information I learned from the stranger, we can now understand Mandarus's fatal weakness.
"What you're saying now..."
"That's right, it's the information I told you. I don't like Mandarus; he's a complete villain and a coward.
"God of War? Oh, what a ridiculous title."
"Aren't you afraid of hearing these words? Or getting them out?"
The Newborn God smiled and shook his head. "This place has become a blind spot in the eyes of the gods.
I chose this battlefield specifically for you.
If you win, you can naturally use this information to save the world. If you lose, what's the point of hearing it?"
After that, the two of them took a step back in tacit agreement.
Arka also roughly understood that the Newborn God's involvement in this incident wasn't a genuine desire to destroy the world.
The betrayal after the Myriad Gods' Tribulation and the destruction of the world had already extinguished his hatred.
From his words, it was clear that there were many other gods who betrayed him.
Their subsequent growth had no connection to the world. Now that everything had been returned, even if the world successfully revived, it would have no impact on them. They had completely severed their connection with it.
Thus, the battle with him was merely a means of returning the favor. It just so happened that Alka bumped into him.
The surroundings grew silent.
A solemn atmosphere began to permeate the surroundings, and then even the unchanging blue sky began to change.
The air pressure dropped.
Perhaps it was the aura emanating from the two men that caused the creatures in the surrounding sea to flee.
"They're about to begin," said Pororo from outside the island.
The aura emanating from the island intrigued him, and his fighting spirit was overwhelming.
They simply had no idea what the two people on the island had just said, because they hadn't heard anything at all.
They couldn't hear anything by any means, so standing outside and observing with their naked eyes was the best they could do.
No vibrations could reach the internal waves.
This indicated that some degree of internal shielding had been implemented.
"Honestly, I'm worried," Lucelia said.
"What are you worried about?" Jason asked.
Sofia also asked, "Are you worried that Alka won't be a match?"
After all, the opponent was a god.
Although Alka had briefly explained to them that this god was a completely fair god in battle with mortals,
His pride, when faced with mortals, forced him to resort to insidious tactics or even greater force to suppress them, shattering his pride.
But they were still worried.
"No, I'm worried that Alka will use the power from his dreams, which he can't use, to win the battle," Lucilia said.
They all knew that Alka had a trump card.
That was the overwhelming strength he possessed from his dreams, the power of a god.
But the problem was that Alka's real body didn't even possess a crown-level treasure, so how could it possibly possess the power of a god?
If it carried the power of a god, the weak connection between his physical body and his spiritual soul might dissipate.
Alka would lose his physical body, becoming a creature and god of the dream world.
This was what Alka had always resisted. He had always refused to become such a being.
Everyone fell silent. Six elemental cards had already appeared around Alka.
The two's magic clashed through the air. An invisible wall formed before them, colliding with each other.
The invisible forces collided, producing a crashing sound and a noticeable impact on the surroundings.
The sound of the collision brought a tearing, shattering sound.
The sound began to spread around.
The already chaotic sea became even more chaotic. Raging waves rolled around.
The impact on space caused the waves and the sky to revolve.
The order around them grew increasingly chaotic.
Everyone on the boat had to allocate some of their energy to temporarily suppress the surrounding environment, at least to prevent it from affecting them and preventing them from seeing the battle between Alka and the others.
The magic continued to collide.
The energy converged, almost colliding tightly.
The collision produced an unknown lightning bolt composed of magic.
Alka's eyes also transformed into those golden crystal pupils.
The New God looked at these eyes.
He felt a sense of familiarity with them, as if he had seen them at some point in the past. But he couldn't remember where he had seen them before, or what kind of existence these eyes were.
He had to be even more vigilant.
"The divinity within me is the power I once wielded, representing me as the new god of this world.
But to be fair, my current strength, and the strength of this body, is merely the pinnacle of a mortal, not the level of a god."
"You are like that now, aren't you? A mortal body, a god's soul and spirit.
Come, openly and squarely."
As the words fell,
The collision of magical energy dissipated amidst the cracks and lightning of the impact.
Cracks appeared in the surrounding space, as if the air had split open.
The fascia of flesh and blood expanded in an instant.
Instantly covering the entire island, the fascia and filaments of flesh formed a spiderweb-like structure.
Faced with this scene,
Alka's power had already permeated the surroundings.
The world in the mirror flipped.
Forcibly pulling him into the world within.
Allow them to enter his main battlefield, while stripping away the newly established flesh-and-blood main battlefield outside.
At this stage, it all comes down to who has greater power and can better seize advantageous territory.
Create an advantageous area for yourself.
This will bring the greatest benefit in the subsequent battles.