No matter the number of schemes and preparations, the final battle would still require brute force.
The magical blizzard obscured the vision of both sides. The defending elven army had instinctively defended against the demons' attacks. The elves had been delighted to discover that the demons' attacks had greatly weakened in the blizzard, but they hadn't noticed death descending on them.
*Boom!*
Donatis's first sword attack sliced through the Moonwheel Capital city wall. His next sword attack directly sliced through all the elven guards and ballistae on the city wall. The gigantic God was covered in pitch-black shadows, while his silent eyes seemed to burn like an eclipse.
Behind Donatis in the cold snow were countless headless Gods' corpses, piled up like a mountain.
