Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

"These two pigs seem to want to blame each other, still fighting among themselves at this moment."

The Tenth War God, Red Tourmaline Julius, listened to the message coming through his earpiece and cursed angrily.

"I told you the Empire's Special Operations Department shouldn't always be detached from the Capital Garrison Headquarters; this is a hidden danger left by Emperor Saint Baldo."

The Ninth War God, Ryan of the Purple Water Crystal, said, equally overwhelmed.

But they couldn't concern themselves with those trivial matters now.

Here was a mixed battle involving numerous eighth-order forces.

They simply had no time to assist the First Constabulary Brigade and the Empire's Special Operations Department.

"What sort of fellows are you exactly?"

The Twelfth War God, Cat's Eye Bianca, pointed at the three figures opposite, and reprimanded sternly.

"You can call me Guardian Lord."

The leading Antanas let her wine-red short hair fly freely in the cold wind like flames, framing her pale face with a stunning brilliance.

Antanas had already reverted to her original combat stance, her lips slightly parted, forming a sharp curve as if soaked in blood and killing intent.

"We have now allied with the Church of the Goddess of Destiny, alongside the Bingxue Witch of our race, aiming to maintain the order of world balance."

Sinola, draped in a black long dress under a white robe, floated beside Antanas, her plain face slightly closing her eyes.

In her Guardian Lord posture, she slowly raised her right hand, and a completely black scythe appeared out of thin air, its blade casting a cold glint.

"You can choose to cease fighting and stay here, and we won't act."

Pranay remained indifferent, unconcerned about everything around him.

He lifted his head slightly, surrounded by a distant and aloof aura, as if he was naturally meant to gaze at the multitude of beings from a high place.

"We three are far stronger than you three, so why would we agree to a ceasefire?"

The Ninth War God, Marquis Ryan, looked on calmly and sharply, with eyes the color of emeralds that seemed to contain the vast sea, yet at this moment, those eyes were sharp as a sword's edge, staring directly at the Demons opposite them like a lion poised to strike.

He slightly lifted his right hand, forming the shape of a sword hilt, ready to summon his dazzling Magic Sword at any moment.

Though he hesitated inwardly at this moment, he could not show hesitation in front of the enemy.

"Don't think I'll hold back!"

Just then, Julius suddenly let a fierce light flicker in his dark-red eyes, raising a finger, and the heavy cannon roared ferociously, scorching energy coursing wildly in the cannon's barrel, instantaneously swelling to the extreme!

A dazzling beam of light shot out, charging toward the Demon Race's camp with overwhelming force, tearing the void wherever it passed, revealing countless tentacle-like cracks, with gales and chaos surging out.

The beam stirred up waves upon waves of air blast, sweeping the snow in the sky mercilessly toward the Demon Race, a wrathful roar meant to shake the very foundations of the earth!

"It seems you've decided to fight."

Sinola's lips curled into a cold smile, already hearing her brother's prediction.

She raised her hand slowly, the scythe in her palm lightly quivering, and a pitch-black barrier rose in response, blocking the path of the glaring beam.

The snow-white beam collided with the barrier reinforced by Antanas, and instantly burst into a blaze of fire.

In that fleeting moment, two entirely different energies furiously clashed, sending scattered beams of light piercing through the clouds.

The entire sky over Bulidandan was illuminated as if it was daytime, brilliant fireworks erupted from the confrontation point, appearing from a distance like a scorching sun burning fiercely in mid-air.

The students within the Monastery Barrier watched stunned at the sight, their eyes wide with disbelief, with a determined lower-grade suddenly buckling, pale-faced and trembling.

"Julius, calm down, meow!!"

Bianca was so frightened that her tail stood on end; she grabbed Julius, preventing him from suddenly starting the fight again.

Every time she saw Julius in action, she would rather believe herself a traitor than believe Julius could have issues.

"Julius, first listen to what they want to do."

Ryan also blocked Julius with his hand, his palm covered in cold sweat, vigilantly watching the three demons opposite.

At this moment, due to their duty, they had to fight the enemy; showing hesitation now could easily be misunderstood by other comrades as a betrayal within the War Gods.

But Ryan indeed was unwilling to fight near the Saint Kray Monastery.

His sister was still in the monastery.

Ryan couldn't be as firm in fighting for the empire's meritorious deeds as Julius, because at this moment, his sister's safety was paramount.

...

As the decisive moment neared ten o'clock, the entire Bulidandan was enveloped in chaos and tension.

In the center city's north, under the cover of the Crystal Sky Barrier, the streets were empty, only the howling cold wind sweeping up the residual snow, emitting a forlorn wail.

On this silent street, forms gradually emerged through the snowstorm.

"Simon Luo's barrier is finally completed; I can finally move now."

A man dressed in a plain white physician's coat with silver-white short hair murmured softly in complaint.

Just over twenty minutes ago, Lugayard, as the Fifth Army God, Divine Yummu's Seat, had assisted the Empire's Special Operations Department in fending off the Silvermoon Reform Association attacking the Manhot District energy station, successfully safeguarding the energy station in the city-state's north.

Thankfully, with his help, the battle was resolved easily, without any casualties, ensuring the residents were evacuated far under the Empire's Special Operations Department's guidance.