Starting with Growing Mushrooms

He raised a white flag embroidered with angel wings high.

"Begin the battle!"

A roar seemed to open up the entire ocean.

The battle between both sides quickly commenced, dense troops started rapidly engaging and colliding.

Various new eighth-tier mechanical fortresses, eighth-tier flying swords, quantum cannons... Brand new weapons launched, transforming into terrifying densely-covered strikes.

"These guys, they still have some real ability,"

As the war erupted, Munis noticed the enemy's offensive with a slight focus,

"Although our realm is solid, wearing equipment boosts our power to around ten times the same level...".

It's not like everyone is wealthy enough to wear hundreds of divine artifacts.

Equipping a few pieces to increase one's strength tenfold is already commendable.

"Our average level is at the eighth-tier second layer, with our solid invincible prowess at the same tier, trying to leap a few great realms to fight these eighth-tier high-level guys is a bit too much,"

Even knowing that God gave them fortified divine formats, solid grounding, invincible at the same tier, the disparity in realms is still hard to bridge.

Thinking of this, Munis took out a palm-sized idol, calling out devoutly, "Oh, God, supreme above all,"

"Please grant us your grace."

A massive glorious figure appeared in the sky, sacred and majestic, making one irresistibly feel a sense of worship.

"The shield of God!"

As the words fell, the palm-sized idol shattered accordingly.

A large amount of divine power released within.

A silhouette of God seemed to project across dimensions.

Appearing on the horizon, it spread eighteen pairs of pure white flawless wings, seemingly embracing the army below with its wings like cradling an infant.

Boom, boom, boom!

Under the shield of the wings, all concentrated attacks astonishingly passed through, hitting the rear.

Nisailan Country's Emperor's pupils rapidly constricted, full of disbelief: "What kind of technique is this? Their worshiped God actually can help them evade our attacks?"

Could it truly be God's blessing?

"Attack!"

Avoiding a wave of focused fire, Munis seized the chance, quickly launching a counterattack.

A battle erupted instantly.

Those well-trained mythological troops rapidly invaded various cities.

Every minute and second, elite soldiers resisting were severely wounded, then carried away by eagles, thrown into pawnshops.

The entire land was engulfed in flames of war.

An entire galaxy cluster seemed to burn beneath the sea.

Even the overwhelming water world couldn't conceal that astounding fiery blaze, even roasting them into grilled delicacies.

At the center of the battlefield.

Munis, wearing hundreds of pieces of equipment, with his eighth-tier eighth-layer realm, forcibly resisted the encirclement of ten eighth-tier tenth-layer perfection leaders.

"Mad, truly insane,"

Roars rang out one after another.

"This guy, obviously two realms below us, yet with the weaker defeating the strong, driving us to this state."

They gritted their teeth, incredulous.

They employed various tactics, but the opponent fought with a mysterious conceptual force.

"Munis, your technique is so poor, yet your strength is so great?"

A shell-covered general shouted incredulously, "Your realm is so hollow, how are you accomplishing this?"

Munis's gaze was indifferent, "You wouldn't believe it even if I told you, a god has descended, and a storm will engulf the human world."

"What god? I don't believe it!!"

The beautiful woman had completely lost her composure, her clothes in tatters, revealing large areas of skin, "It's nothing but your lies."

"Your kind of power simply defies logic!"

"With my perspective, you're nothing but trash, your use of power is far inferior even to my disciple's disciple."

She began to arrogantly appraise:

"Your shackle Tao artifact is temporarily stolen, simply relying on borrowed objects to gain strength, garbage!"

"Your shackles are weak, Tao artifact unrefined."

"Your foundation is insufficient, knowledge lacking, combat skills in tatters, your cultivation is superficially hollow!"

The middle-aged beautiful woman fought more and more aggrievedly, yelling hoarsely: "For someone like you, no matter how you see it, you're a waste..."

She seemed to want to release all her frustration, anger, oppression, and bewilderment through these words.

Raised with elite education from a young age.

The opponent appeared nothing more than a crude person, their combat power not refined through any trials, merely a brute.

His strength alone was formidable.

But without corresponding depth, couldn't utilize even a tenth of this power...

Yet at such an unrefined waste level, he single-handedly defeated four of them.

If she were given this power... with her depth, she would be ten times, a hundred times stronger.

"Damn lower-class desert dwellers, you lack water, grew up drinking urine, chewing on feces... Why, why...!"

She screamed and roared hoarsely, needing to vent that pent-up breath from within.

Watching the opponent's impotent fury, a hint of contempt flashed in Munis's eyes, "Then let me enlighten you."

Our desert cosmos is barren... but it's not a subject of your mockery.

Angel's Fist!

His fist was enhanced to epic level, with just a quick flurry of punches, instantly knocking the middle-aged beautiful woman flying.

Thud!

The beautiful woman spat blood and flew out.

Suddenly, Munis flashed forward, grabbed her hair, and tossed her into a massive eagle's body high in the sky.

Instantly refined!

The beautiful woman's corpse was dissected by the pawnshop, with equipment separated, a glowing divine format of eighth-tier tenth-layer perfection surrounded by thirteen divine shackles fell from the sky.