At this moment, in the solemn and dignified hall of the upper plane's divine realm, the three main gods were sitting together, discussing countermeasures with serious expressions.

Although they had previously used believers from the planes along the way to delay time, they still had not come up with a foolproof plan until now.

Now, the forces led by the Dragon Knight are at the gates of the city and have set up camp outside the plane.

If no solution is found, the plane of gods will probably fall into an irretrievable situation.

At this moment, the God of War slammed the table and shouted angrily, "Hmph! It's come to this point, why are you still hesitating? If we can't drive them out of our plane, how can the plane of the gods exist?"

The God of Fertility frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then slowly spoke: "We can indeed wear the divine mecha to meet the enemy, but if we do so, won't those star cluster-level main gods be given an advantage?"

"In my opinion, the best strategy is to force them to wear the divine armor and join us in meeting the dragon knights."

After hearing this, the God of War was silent for a long time. Finally, he nodded slowly and sat down.

After the two finished speaking, they both turned their gazes towards the God of Light. At this moment, the God of Light was deeply troubled.

He has always been ambitious and wants to dominate the world of gods.

But now there are two golden behemoths outside, staring at them covetously. If they don't wear the divine mecha, just one golden behemoth is enough to easily subdue the three of them, let alone two of them.

But if you put on the divine mecha, it will inevitably consume a lot of core energy, and the cost is too high.

But if he doesn't wear it, the plane of gods will most likely be destroyed, and his ambition will be in vain.

The God of Light slammed the table, and the heavy stone table instantly shattered into dust. A determination flashed in his eyes: "Go! Go get the God's Mecha! Drag out those five guys hiding in the coffins pretending to be dead, and force them to put it on!"

He paused, his voice as deep as ice: "You two, if you are lucky enough to survive this time, remember to treat each other's believers well."

The God of War and the God of Fertility nodded silently. Without any extra words, the three of them turned and headed towards the core of the plane together.

There stood an ancient and dilapidated palace, its walls covered with dark patterns, as if it had been there for thousands of years.

After a brief exchange with the plane consciousness, the heavy palace gate slowly opened, and eight sets of divine mechas flew out - the surface of the mechas was covered with scars of varying depths.

Traces of rust and energy burns were intertwined, clearly showing that it had experienced countless brutal battles.

Without any hesitation, the three of them each chose a set of mechas. After a flash of light, the mechas had already merged with their bodies.

Afterwards, they took the remaining five sets of mechas and headed straight for the underground temple.

Deep within the temple, five stone coffins lay quietly. Three men stepped forward and violently opened the coffin lids without any hesitation.

The main god in the sarcophagus was still asleep and confused, and before he could react, he was wrapped by the forcibly activated divine mecha.

The cold metal fit against the divine body, and the energy circuits activated instantly, awakening them from the chaos.

When the five main gods saw that the God of Light and the other two were also wearing mechas and exuding a determined fighting spirit, they swallowed back all the questions and roars that were on their lips.

The cold light of the mecha was reflected in each other's eyes, as well as an unspoken fact - this battle was a fight of life and death.

The eight main gods walked out of the underground temple in silence one after another, and each of them conveyed the instructions for sacrifice to the believers.

In an instant, in every corner of the gods' plane, countless believers bathed in the divine light, sacrificed themselves, and condensed the power of their lifelong faith into a brilliant stream of light, which continuously flowed into the mechas of their respective gods.

The power of faith surged like a tide, the scars on the surface of the mecha faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, the energy readings soared wildly, and the aura of the main gods became more and more majestic.

However, there was no relief on the faces of the eight main gods - they knew better than anyone that the price of overdrawing the lives of believers in exchange for power was unimaginably heavy.

Even if they managed to win this battle, they would be plunged into a long period of decline. The depletion of their core energy and the damage to their godhead could not be repaired without tens of thousands of years of deep sleep and recuperation.

What's worse is that if you are not careful, you may completely lose consciousness in your sleep and turn into a new stone statue in the temple, never to wake up again.

But there was no turning back now. The eight main gods hovered in the void, their mechas' energy cores humming softly, echoing the pulsation of the plane's core.

They looked in the direction of the Martin fleet stationed in the distance, without a trace of hesitation in their eyes - even if it would cost them eternal sleep after the war, they would still defend this superior plane.

Martin was sitting with the Golden Behemoth, the Dragon Knight and the legion commanders. The core veins of the higher plane were marked on the sand table.

"We must take this place completely,"

He pointed his finger at the center of the sand table.

"Using this as a transit point and radiating out into the surrounding void, we can completely expand our battle line."

Before he finished speaking, a knight hurried over to report, "Your Majesty, the eight main gods on the opposite side have arrived outside the void and are forming a battle array!"

Martin looked up and exchanged glances with the Golden Behemoth beside him. A fighting spirit flashed in the other's huge pupils, and he nodded slowly.

"Since you are here, go meet them."

He climbed onto the back of the Void Dragon King, followed closely by the Golden Behemoth. The dragon knights rode their respective dragons into the air, and a dark army formation unfolded behind them.

A group of people came into the void, and their eyes were all cast towards the entrance of the plane - there, the eight main gods were standing in suspension.

The whole body is covered with a mecha that is old in style but exudes tremendous energy. The metal shell is flowing with a luster that is a mixture of divinity and technology.

Martin raised his brows slightly, a hint of surprise flashing through his mind: They actually have mechas?

Is this the final trump card? He carefully examined the mechas and could clearly sense the terrifying energy contained within them. It was as if every inch of metal was condensed with the original power of the plane. They were definitely not ordinary creations.

"Interesting."

Martin muttered to himself, and the Void Dragon Emperor let out a deafening dragon roar. As his wings flapped, he moved forward a little closer with a fierce pressure.

"It seems that we can't avoid this tough battle."

The Golden Behemoth's fists clashed together, making a dull roar, and the fighting spirit spread out like a substance.

The dragon knights gripped their dragon spears tightly, and the energy readings of the mechas jumped wildly in their field of vision - no matter how magical these mechas were, they had to step over them today and take over this crucial plane.