This is consistent with Hermes' divine role; as the god of commerce, he even uses his financial power in battle.

His fighting prowess is built upon his wealth.

The construction of those airships cost billions of geodes in research expenses, not to mention the heavy artillery and fuel.

All of this happened in that brief instant.

Vanished into thin air.

Moreover, Aubrey only used one punch.

This completely broke Hermes.

He knelt on the ground, his golden eyes losing their luster once more, as if he had lost his soul.

All his schemes were exploited by Victor, and all his strength was crushed by Aubrey's punch.

Now, Hermes has lost all the pride of being a god.

He lowered his head, his eyes vacantly staring at the earth shrouded in dust.

Just then, a series of heavy footsteps sounded in his ears.

One step, two steps...

Hermes paused for a moment, then looked up at the crowd approaching in front of him with a sense of helplessness.

In the center, surrounded by people, only a golden crown stood high above, shining brightly.

Under the sunlight, the golden crown radiated an inviolable and noble glow.

As the crown drew closer, the surrounding residents turned their heads in the golden light.

They consciously lowered their heads and stepped aside to make way for the crown.

In the middle of the road, Hermes saw Auberly, who was wearing a magnificent robe and a golden crown.

He basked in the sunlight, walking through the crowd.

Although he was somewhat hunched over and not even as tall as some of the young and strong men around him.

But wearing a crown and receiving everyone's respect, he appeared exceptionally tall.

As he stopped walking, Auberly stood before Hermes.

At the same time, a phantom of a crimson lion appeared behind Aubrey, gracefully circling him.

“You’re not even worth my full strength, Riboot.”

At that moment, Hermes' eyes were filled with despair as he stared blankly up at Auberge.

At this moment, Hermes had lost the nobility and arrogance he possessed as a god, his face filled with profound powerlessness and resentment.

He shook his head and lowered it again.

"I...lost?"

Upon hearing this, many residents around showed deep admiration and pride.

They placed all their admiration on Aubrey.

Because this was the emperor of the Karencia Empire.

A country that forbids the belief in gods.

Even the gods would willingly concede defeat before the might of Auberly.

Finally, Aubrey looked coldly at the distraught Hermes before him and delivered his final verdict:

“Tell me everything you know, including Viktor’s disappearance.”

"otherwise……"

He slowly raised one arm.

Instantly, the red lion illusion beside Aubrey began to spin.

Its crimson aura gradually condensed, transforming into a blood-red spear.

The crimson mane around the lion's neck, resembling flames, transformed into the red tassel on the spear.

The spear hovered in mid-air, and its mere presence was already extremely oppressive.

Aubrey gently gripped the crimson spearhead and pressed it against Hermes' chin, forcing him to raise his head.

His eyes flashed with a fierce light, an aura of endless slaughter.

"Before my life's work is finished, I wouldn't mind adding another achievement: the slaughter of gods."

...

In the deep darkness, a cold voice slowly broke the silence.

"A virus, huh?"

As soon as the words were spoken, a purple flame, as bright as a candle, instantly ignited in the silent distance.

Then, the voice rang out again:

"I never imagined that one day I would experience what it's like to be tested for the virus."

A pair of black eyes, gleaming with an eerie light, shimmered in the darkness.

Then, more purple candles lit up in the darkness and gathered towards the center.

Purple flames shimmered in the darkness like stars.

They encircled the earth, illuminating the deep darkness around them.

Whew! Whew! Whew!

The wind whispered through the space, and the remaining candles lit one by one, converging towards the center of the earth.

Under its dazzling light, Viktor's figure gradually came into view.

His trench coat was gone, replaced by a simple, ordinary shirt.

Viktor instinctively reached into his pockets, only to find they were gone, leaving him feeling lonely.

He coughed lightly twice, reached out and adjusted his collar slightly, displaying a composed demeanor.

This familiar terrain was all too clear to Viktor.

This place is called the "Trial Prison".

Players affectionately call it the "little black room".

This title stems from its unique mechanism.

When players are found to be cheating, using third-party services, or are frequently reported, the system will detect them and send them to trial.

And they will be dealt with specifically based on their behavior in prison.

Players who perform well can leave normally, while players who perform poorly may face the serious consequence of having their accounts destroyed.

The trial prison will lock out all of the player's special abilities, and the player can only use the most basic items.

Even the equipment is limited to what the player owns.

Victor glanced at it; the player interface was still usable.

Name: Victor Clavner

LV: 50

HP：/

MP: /

Calamities are the natural origin of the world.

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