The God of Light frowned, his fingertips clenched in his sleeves. He knew the risks involved, but the defense was critical and there was no room for excuses.

After a moment of silence, he looked up at the five people, paused with the scepter of divine power on the ground, and holy light suddenly burst out.

"There's no room for negotiation on this matter! If this plane falls, none of you will be able to escape!"

The five main gods' faces turned pale, and they were speechless because of the galaxy-level pressure.

In the end, he could only grit his teeth, stand up, and leave with a wave of his sleeves in anger - he finally accepted the order to form a legion.

The God of Light gazed at their backs and said in a deep voice, "Notify the front lines to hold their ground for three hours. Once the three of us arrive, it will be time for the decisive battle."

In the void, Martin's fleet has advanced to the first line of oracle defense.

The hum of the starship's main guns charging and the hymns of the angel legions intertwined.

The Dragon Knight and the Golden Behemoth could no longer hold back, and the fighting spirit in their bodies almost solidified into substance.

Martin raised his hand and held down the Void Dragon Emperor's head, saying in a deep voice, "Those above the Star Cluster level will take action, and the rest will remain on standby."

He knew very well that the plane of gods, which had stood for more than one billion years, was not as simple as it seemed, and must have a backup plan.

The four small planes that had been broken through before were nothing more than the opponent's outer barriers. He took advantage of the situation to occupy several valuable ones and used them as temporary strongholds.

As we continued to go deeper, we saw layers of void array patterns emerging in front of us, and the flowing light revealed considerable energy fluctuations.

"I'm willing to invest the money."

A cold smile appeared on Martin's lips, but he did not order a violent attack.

He had plenty of patience and waited for the real core combat forces to show up - the territory of the Gods' plane was vast, and if the opponent's main force was allowed to collapse and flee, it would become a hidden danger in the future.

“It is better to eliminate the thief once and for all than to guard against him for a thousand days.”

He tapped the Dragon Emperor's scales with his fingertips and glanced at the core of the divine realm marked on the star map.

"Pass the order down, tighten the encirclement, and don't leave them any loopholes to break out."

Behind the void formation, the angels' hymns and the Lord God's angry roars could be faintly heard.

Martin quietly waited for the moment to close the net - in this decisive battle, what he wanted was not a partial victory, but to completely crush the living forces of the entire plane of the gods in this void.

The five main gods led their legions to the front of the battle. Looking at the dragon knights and golden behemoths opposite them, their calves were trembling - especially the aura of the two golden behemoths, which made their divine nature tremble.

You know, before, one golden behemoth was enough to crush them, but now there are two of them standing side by side, and the tremendous pressure almost makes the void buzz.

"This is simply courting death..." One of the main gods finally couldn't hold back any longer and gritted his teeth, calling out to his followers: "Retreat!"

But just as they rushed out of the protection range of the void formation, a golden slash cut through the void like a meteor.

With galaxy-level terrifying power, it instantly crushed the main god, the son of god and hundreds of thousands of believers into dust.

The core and divine nature floating in the void seemed to be attracted by invisible forces and fell like raindrops into the hands of a golden behemoth, which then casually put them into its storage space.

Upon seeing this, the remaining four main gods were instantly soaked with cold sweat on their robes, and the hairs on their backs stood on end.

Only then did they realize that the other party was simply fishing, using the Void Formation as bait. Anyone who dared to escape would end up like this.

"I want to...I can't run away..."

A main god's voice trembled as he looked at the golden behemoth that had retracted its giant blade, with only despair in his eyes.

The hymns in front of the battle suddenly stopped, the formation of the legion of believers began to collapse, and fear spread like a plague.

On the back of the Void Dragon Emperor, Martin watched the scene indifferently, turning a newly captured divine power on his fingertips.

"Since you are here, just stay."

"Your Majesty, will those high-end combat forces be delayed in arriving?" Eric's voice was filled with a hint of worry.

Martin shook his head, his eyes falling on the intermediate plane coordinates marked on the star map.

"Eric, the Gods' Plane is different from other forces. Their power is based on their believers."

"The intermediate plane ahead has a huge number of believers, and the power of faith is extremely rich."

"If they are truly willing to give up, we will advance steadily, gradually compressing their space and forcing them to fight."

"If it were any other force, I might have headed straight for its core plane, but for these gods who value faith as their life..."

He pointed his finger at the coordinates.

"It depends on whether they are willing to give up the land of faith."

Eric understood and bowed and left.

Martin took out the space ring handed to him by the Golden Behemoth and imported all the seized divine powers into the system, leaving only those cores that were shining with faint light.

After counting, the harvest was quite impressive: one star cluster-level core, more than 30 star-level cores, and more than 200 planetary-level cores.

"It's a good harvest." He murmured to himself, his fingertips brushing over the cores.

To create a super-galactic-level combat force, 10,000 planetary-level cores are needed, and the current number is obviously far from enough.

He looked up at the void array. Although the legions led by the four main gods were numerous, it was probably far from enough to gather what was needed.

"It seems that we need to add some more chips."

Martin stroked the core of the star cluster in his palm, and a cold light flashed in his eyes - that intermediate plane was the best bait, it just depended on whether they would come or not.

The three gods of light received a message from the angel. The image of the golden slash tearing through the void on the light screen made their pupils shrink suddenly - the tragic scene of the main god and his legion being annihilated in an instant clearly confirmed the existence of the Golden Behemoth.

"It really is the Golden Behemoth..."

The God of Light murmured, and the Scepter of Divine Power trembled slightly in his palm.

"Why...why aren't they lying to me..."

He looked up at the other two newly promoted galaxy gods, only to see that they were also looking at him with serious eyes.

"God of Light, activate the divine mecha, perhaps we can still fight." One of them said in a deep voice.

"The God's Mecha requires the consumption of the Lord's Core. Will you go? Or will he?"

The God of Light's voice contained a subtle hint of hesitation.

The God of War stood up suddenly, and the runes on his armor flickered with anger.

"Hold on! There are thirteen sets in total, no one can refuse, put them on!"

The God of Light and the God of Fertility fell silent, apparently reluctant to use the divine mecha - although that thing was a trump card, its consumption was terrifying.

The God of War snorted coldly upon seeing this, but eventually sat back down.

Although he was willing to put on armor and meet the enemy, he was unwilling to charge alone and make things difficult for the two of them.

The temple fell into a dead silence for a moment. Only the light screen of the angel's message was still flickering, reflecting the faces of the three people, each of whom was preoccupied with their own thoughts.

The golden behemoths on the other side of the void are still watching covetously, and it seems that the only trump cards they have are the thirteen sets of dusty divine mechas.