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The air was thick with tension, as if the heavens themselves held their breath. The coming battle loomed over Philippe's growing divine empire like a storm cloud, and he knew that time was running out. The Champion of the Forgotten Gods was on the move, and his arrival was imminent. Philippe had to prepare—failure was not an option.

A Divine Revelation

In the grand hall of his temple, Philippe stood before Aya, Hiro, and Renji. Their expressions were grim as they analyzed the intelligence gathered from their scouts and divine visions. Aya's once-calm demeanor had become restless, and Hiro's grip on his sword tightened with every mention of the enemy.

"The Champion of the Forgotten Gods…" Aya muttered, her voice carrying the weight of the impending threat. "Renji, are you certain he's already on the move?"

Renji nodded. "There is no doubt. I felt his presence when I reached the temple. He is not coming with an army—he is the army. He is a being who has slain lesser gods before, and he will do so again."

Philippe's ethereal form shimmered with golden light, his divine power resonating within the temple walls. He refused to show fear, even if the situation was dire. "Then we will meet him with everything we have. He has killed false gods before, but he has never faced me."

Aya's eyes flickered with worry. "He won't be like the Forgotten Gods' previous forces. He's an entity forged for destruction. We need a plan beyond brute strength."

Hiro stepped forward. "Our warriors have been training day and night. The Divine Guardians you created are stronger than ever. But… I don't know if even they can stand against a god-slayer."

Philippe raised his hand, and a system panel appeared before him:

[New Fate Point Investment Options Available]

Divine Chains (8000 Fate Points): A celestial binding that weakens and restricts enemy deities.

Celestial Avatar (12,000 Fate Points): Allows Philippe to manifest a powerful physical form infused with divine energy.

Heavenly Judgment (15,000 Fate Points): A large-scale divine attack capable of obliterating even god-tier beings.

Philippe considered his choices carefully. He had amassed a considerable amount of Fate Points through the continued worship and expansion of his empire. He needed to strike the right balance between offense and defense.

"I'll purchase Divine Chains and Celestial Avatar," Philippe decided. His form pulsed as the system absorbed his points, and divine inscriptions appeared around his body. "With these, I will ensure the Champion is restrained, and I will fight him directly if necessary."

Renji frowned. "Even with that power, do not underestimate him. His strength comes not just from himself, but from the Forgotten Gods who empowered him."

"Then I will tear their influence from him," Philippe declared.

A World Holding Its Breath

Word of the incoming battle spread throughout Philippe's domain. His followers, now numbering in the tens of thousands, gathered in temples to pray. The air was charged with faith, and Philippe could feel his power growing in response.

In the city's military district, Hiro led a final round of combat drills. The Divine Guardians, warriors handpicked and blessed with a fragment of Philippe's power, sparred fiercely. Their strikes left trails of golden light, and their eyes burned with divine energy.

"Stay sharp," Hiro barked, his presence commanding respect. "This is not a war of nations, but a war of gods. If we fall, so does everything we've built."

Meanwhile, Aya and Renji stood atop the highest temple, gazing toward the horizon.

"He's close," Aya whispered, her prophetic abilities sending shivers down her spine.

Renji tightened his grip on his staff. "Then let us see if this god is truly worthy of his worship."

The Champion Arrives

At dusk, the sky darkened unnaturally. A chilling wind swept through the city, and Philippe felt an oppressive force approaching.

A lone figure emerged on the horizon. Clad in black armor with crimson etchings, his very presence made the earth tremble. His eyes glowed with a faint silver hue, and each step he took cracked the ground beneath him. He carried no weapon—he was the weapon.

Whispers spread through the city like wildfire.

"He's here…"

Philippe descended from his temple, his divine form illuminating the night like a second sun. His followers stood in awe, but also in fear. This was no ordinary battle—this was a war for their god's existence.

The Champion stopped at the city's edge, gazing up at Philippe with an expressionless face. Then, in a deep, resonating voice, he spoke:

"You are not the first false god I have been sent to destroy."

Philippe's eyes narrowed. "And I am not the first to defy the Forgotten Gods. But I will be the last."

A moment of silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken words. Then, in an instant, the Champion lunged forward, the battle beginning with an explosion of divine power.

The First Clash

The force of their clash sent shockwaves across the land. Philippe's Celestial Avatar activated, his divine form solidifying into a radiant warrior clad in golden armor. He blocked the Champion's strike, but the sheer impact sent him skidding backward.

The ground beneath them cracked. Structures trembled. The people of the city screamed, retreating to the temples for shelter. Hiro and the Divine Guardians rushed to fortify the walls, knowing that if Philippe fell, their city would be next.

The Champion's attacks were relentless. Every movement was precise, every strike carrying the weight of divine execution. Philippe retaliated, summoning Divine Chains to bind his foe.

Chains of golden light erupted from the ground, wrapping around the Champion's limbs. For a moment, he was restrained. Philippe used the opening to summon a massive spear of light and hurled it forward.

The attack struck true. The Champion grunted as the divine spear pierced his shoulder, but instead of falling, he simply pulled it out and crushed it in his hands.

"You fight like a god," the Champion admitted. "But you are still mortal in spirit."

Philippe's grip tightened. "And you fight like a machine—without faith, without soul."

The battle raged on, neither side yielding. Each strike reshaped the battlefield, divine energy clashing against divine energy. Philippe knew that this fight would decide the future of his faith—and perhaps the fate of the entire world.

As he prepared his next move, he silently prayed to his followers.

"Believe in me… and I will not fall."

The prayers of thousands resonated in his soul, and Philippe felt a surge of power unlike any before. He was ready to transcend once more.

The War of Gods had truly begun.

[End of Chapter 20]