After all, having become the Main God, there's no need to worry about interference from other gods with the world.

Therefore, there's no need to stay in the cold Divine Domain; returning to the Divine Realm is naturally more comfortable.

Thus, Lette didn't find it strange that this seemingly abandoned Divine Domain had been forsaken by the gods.

After all, that Holy Light has completed the conquest of this world. If nothing unexpected happens, he should have already become the World Main God.

Since that's the case, leaving this tiny Divine Domain and returning to the Divine Realm is normal.

What puzzled Lette was that the Array from the Light Church connected him to this place.

This meant that the place where everyone's Power of Faith converged was within this small Divine Domain.

This didn't match the previous assumption.

If the Holy Light had already settled in the Divine Realm, he couldn't harvest the Power of Faith from here.

"Looks like it's really like this."

Lette wasn't panicking or confused at this point; rather, he seemed to understand everything.

He gathered Light Power in his hand and fiercely blasted towards the hall of the temple.

The strong light instantly illuminated the entire Divine Domain, shattering the temple before him.

When the temple of Light was destroyed, endless darkness surged out, enveloping the entire Divine Domain in an instant.

The original scenery also underwent abnormal changes, as if transforming to another place.

"As expected."

Lette watched as the darkness devoured everything and finally smiled.

"Indeed, this is your true form."

"...Hmph!"

In the darkness, a humanoid figure slowly condensed, standing in front of Lette.

If observed closely, it was evident that this dark humanoid figure resembled the statue of the Holy Light exactly.

Only the Holy Light was pure white light, while he was endless darkness.

"You shouldn't have come here. This is my territory!"

"Sorry, I'm here to find something too. It was an accident to stumble upon your affair."

"I've tolerated it again and again, not because I'm afraid of you, but because I don't want trouble."

The shadow approached Lette and glared at him fiercely: "Don't push it too far!"

"I'm actually very simple; I have only one principle in dealing with things."

Lette raised a finger filled with light: "My principle is to go with my feelings."

With a buzz, the light on his fingertip bloomed suddenly, dispersing the darkness of the shadow instantly.

The powers of light and shadow collided in the Divine Domain, with neither side giving way, almost tearing the entire Divine Domain into two.

Lette stood in the light with his hands behind his back, looking at the shadow in the dark with a grin.

"What should I call you?

Holy Light?

Lord of Dark Corrosion?

Or perhaps, one of the countless apostles of the Profanity Monarch, the Dark Emperor?"

The Dark Emperor stared at Lette, murderous intent pouring forth: "Since you know of my apostle identity, you should understand.

You are no match for me!"

"I'm curious, with the Profanity Monarch dead for so long, how can you still maintain apostle-level combat power?

His blessings, do you still possess them?

You are indeed not simple, Lord of Dark Corrosion.

If it weren't for my letting someone investigate the very northwest of this continent, you might have deceived us.

You have to admit, you are quite ruthless to yourself."

Upon hearing the mention of the northwest, the black mist around the Lord of Dark Corrosion grew agitated and uneasy.

"What exactly do you want? I have no grievance or animosity with you.

What happens to this world, what does it have to do with you?

Since you've found what you want, just leave!

As the Main God of this world, I can open the barrier and let you leave safely!"

Lette shook his head without hesitation upon hearing this.

"No, no, no, the matter now is not something that can be settled simply.

I don't care who you are or what background you have.

Whether you're the Lord of Dark Corrosion or the Desecration Apostle.

Today, you must die here."

Lette grabbed with one hand, gathering countless lights in his hand, and the Holy Sword·Sin Light appeared in response.

"Because you've crossed the line."

Having uncovered the truth and identified the mastermind, Lette was beyond furious.

Before seeing the opponent, Lette's understanding of all this was mere speculation.

But now, he was almost certain.

The King of Dark Corrosion was the cause of this world's tragedy.

"You transformed yourself into two separate entities, one symbolizing light, the other a deeper darkness.

An impressive trick, to achieve this step requires more than the ability of the Dark Law itself.

I think this has a great deal to do with the monument to the Profanity Monarch at the end of the northwest?

Your Power of the Apostle originates from there.

You desecrated darkness and extracted light from it.

Hence, in your light, there's nothing holy or loving, and no intersection with true goodness and beauty.

So, your light cannot heal Dark Corrosion.

Because Dark Corrosion is the product of darkness being desecrated and stripped of light.

It is very complex since the production process itself is very complex.

And you, because of this series of operations, have fallen into weakness.

Fortunately, your arrangements have been completed.

This world, and the creatures within it, will become your feast.

Lette raised his hand slightly, and the sword's edge pointed directly at the opponent.

"I hate the grazing of the gods. Their farming methods are an exploitation of the world.

But even so, I won't stop them.

Because, the gods' pasturing behavior is also a part of this world's operation.

Just like wolves hunting antelopes, it's part of the natural phenomena of nature.

I don't accept it, but I understand it.

But you, the way you do things, are inhumane and horrific!

You make the people worship light, harvesting faith like an ordinary pasturing god.

At the same time, you create Dark Corrosion Beast Tides, letting the Dark Corrosion spread, seizing the Power of Soul crudely and brutally.

Both avenues allow you to extract soul power from this world equivalent to three or four pasture worlds.

Such good means, indeed, a good method, you are indeed skilled in wealth creation!

Doing this is far better than painstakingly pasturing and scheming against other gods.

But all this comes at a cost.

That is the people's suffering and the disintegration of the world.

Such exhausting and draining methods are destructively excessive!

This world will soon be drained completely by you.

Other pasturing gods, although they harvest faith from the world they graze, don't affect the world's development greatly.

Whereas you, you are a wormhole, hollowing out the fruit and causing it to rot and die completely!

When I first came to this world, I felt its fragility.

Such an abnormal situation, I only figured it out entirely last night.

But even gnawed and corroded by you, this world is still trying to save its people, attempting to recover everything.

Even the World Will is sacrificing itself, trying to renew life.

Unfortunately, this intention will instead allow you to extract more Power of Soul.

Tell me, shouldn't you die!"

Upon hearing this, the Dark Emperor didn't show the slightest remorse but laughed triumphantly.

"Hahahaha, do you want to uphold justice for this world? You're thinking too much!

What of the World Will? We are gods above the world! The rule-makers, the conceptual holders!

Existence itself is plunder; it's just that some people have a better facade while I don't mind appearances and image.

Everything I've done is to fulfill the Profanity Monarch's legacy!

All these sacrifices are necessary and supremely honorable!

They should thank me, thank me for binding their insignificant lives with a great cause."

Lette narrowed his eyes slightly: "With an apostle like you, the Profanity Monarch's fall was deserved.

Since you miss him so...

Today, I'll send you to meet him."