We are quite idle.

We have already had more than one nap, so allow us to take over.

Alice chimed in.

The Little Mermaid nodded, relinquishing its position and indicating its sector of responsibility.

This area is under my watch, while Lu manages the rest.

By the way, have you eaten? Don't fight on an empty stomach.

I've had a piece of high-grade spirit stone with a refreshing water essence, one responded.

I had a fiery one, and it felt overwhelmingly heated, igniting my desire for battle.

Handing the frontline duties over to the doll master, the little mermaid casually sought out a river, indulging in a few sweet pastries before drifting off to sleep.

Xihan Su awoke, her eyes fluttering open.

She felt an unsettling emptiness within her as the dark sun behind her appeared to shrink slightly.

Upon awakening, the little mermaid resumed the duties of the doll masters for nourishment and rest.

As she conversed with Lulu, she discovered that Lulu was in good spirits.

as being a tree allowed it to naturally cycle its branches for rest.

The outer god seemed hesitant to forcibly invade our divine realm.

However, the relentless opening of portals indicated a preparation for a protracted siege.

The little mermaid gazed anxiously at the deities soaring above.

The dark sun visibly diminished, heightening the mermaides concern for the deity stamina.

Delving into her pearl subspace, she retrieved some apple filled pastries and ascended skyward.

Sister, would you care for something to eat? These are the sweet pastries made by Choo Chu.

You haven tea rested in quite some time.

Carefully, the little mermaid inquired, holding the pastries wrapped in oiled paper.

As she approached the airborne goddess, a palpable sense of pressure enveloped her, leaving her feeling numb.

Xihan.

Su opened her eyes.

Her gaze devoid of warmth as it fixed upon the little mermaid, sending a chill down orange spine.

It felt as though she were on the brink of being devoured, as if the endless night lurking behind the goddess were about to engulf her.

Trembling, the pastry in her hand quivered as well.

Ah, eating.

Yes, Suzie Han seemed to be reminded, scrutinizing the little mermaid.

Meanwhile, an intensified longing emanated from the old sun behind her.

It became apparent that this sensation of emptiness could indeed be described as hunger, not a physical hunger, but a profound craving that arose whenever the dark sun was unleashed.

Had it not been for Sue Xi Hon's rational presence, at the moment when the Little Mermaid suggested indulging in food, perhaps the incarnation of the dark son would have already descended, directly drawing the Little Mermaid into its depths, commencing its consumption with a mere thought in the desolate region of the Second Ring before the mountains north of the Long River.

The portal was opened without the need for any cleansing.

Suzi Han commanded her divine voice resonating throughout the entire divine realm.

Acknowledged, replied the Little Mermaid.

"Understood," came the crisp response from Leo<unk>'s branches.

The ghostly dolls acknowledged as well with Alice's melodious voice chiming in.

Suzi Han issued her directives with precision.

Lulu, you are tasked with clearing the portals in other regions.

Olan, assist Lulu and prepare for any finishing blows.

Alice, lead the ghostly doll clan to seal off the delta.

I shall descend to cleanse the kin within the portals.

And should there be any oversightes, you are responsible for their eradication.

Acknowledged.

Understood.

Chapter 95.

Apologies for the disruption in the Delta region.

Located to the north of the Long River and beyond the Second Ring Mountain, lies a stretch of semi- deserted land, the most desolate part of the divine realm.

The terrain is sparssely vegetated, devoid of structures or affiliated tribes.

If one were to identify the location where combat would inflict the least damage upon the divine kingdom, this area would undoubtedly rank first.

Soon, with a deliberate avoidance of the Delta region, the portals were cleared.

Portals emerged in the Delta territory.

Unbeknownst to them, a thousand meters away, ghostly dolls had already encircled the area, concealing themselves within stones and sand dunes in a ghostly form, the outer gods appeared quite exhilarated, sensing the success of their invasion tactics as more and more troops began infiltrating the divine realm.

Winged ones, humans, dwarves, and various armies began to appear.

Following the incident where demagod warriors were slaughtered before entering, the first batch of invaders dispatched by the enemy were devoid of demagods, led instead by commanders around level 8.

As the leaders assessed the situation, they discovered the relative safety of their entry.

Information was relayed back and more demagod warriors soon followed, leading an array of alien races.

They concealed their presence, observing the distant mar folk busily working at the portals, aware that they needed to restrain their energies and gather.

The enemies defenses had become inadequate, and before they could discern the invasion at this location, the warriors prepared to strike.

The high priest of the Church of Light had not even completed his rallying cry when an endless darkness enveloped them, swallowing them before they could react, leaving no opportunity to report back to their master.

Suzi Han suppressed the dark sun, relishing the joy of absorbing energy, feeling a marked improvement in her lethargy.

Her entire being was infused with a new found vitality, and her usually indifferent gaze bore a hint of emotion.

With a wave of her hand, she conjured a comfortable floating chair, reclining with ease upon it.

Ah, she felt rejuvenated.

She had not anticipated that the side effect of activating the dark sun would be such.

Without timely energy replenishment, she would succumb to a state of oppression.

Now, as she began to consume, her divine spirit felt remarkably lighter.

In her hand, Suzi Han held a small sweet cake that the Little Mermaid had given her.

She inhaled its scent reminiscent of the delightful confections crafted by the fairies infused with a hint of the ocean as saltiness due to its mare folk origin.

Unwrapping the oil paper, she discovered five small pastries within.

She took one out and bit into it, finding it apple flavored, a taste she was not particularly fond of.

Her evident distaste for the flavor had led to food to refrain from offering her any apple-based products.

Furrowing her brow, she finished the small cake and carefully stored the remaining pastries in her personal space.

Susie Han then retrieved an ear of white corn, a recent harvest from the farm.

This batch of newly harvested white corn, aside from seeds set aside for planting, had been mostly stored in her personal space.

The ear of corn she held was one of those prized yields.

This is the corn that Chuch Chu prepared in advance.

Its surface roasted to a golden charred hue imbued with a hint of smoky flavor.

She delicately plucked the kernels, consuming them one by one while simultaneously passing the time as the fragrant corn filled her belly.

The dark sun relentlessly devoured the invading kin of the enemy, occasionally expelling fragments of metallic bones and flesh.

These remnants gradually accumulated in the delta, buried beneath the sand.

Before Suzie Han, a luminous screen flickered to life.

Congratulations.

Divine being hung from tier three initial stage.

Tier three intermediate stage.

Suzie Han felt she had stumbled upon a novel path to upgrade.

Collecting faith, absorbing divine power, a method beyond mere meditation and cultivation.

Devouring the enemy's kin, Alice reclined at top a stone, gazing at the distant scene where the dark sun descended from the horizon to engulf all.

Initially filled with shock and fear, her emotions shifted to numbness over time regarding the eradication of stray alien intrusions, her enthusiasm had waned from excitement to utter boredom.

Eventually, she rolled onto her back, extracting an earthtype spirit stone to nibble on, her gaze occasionally drifting towards the unfolding scene.

The young girl lay languidly, her body sprawled like a pancake, half resting on the stone while the other half floated in the air.

It was difficult to describe.

Amidst the battlefield, which should have been rife with tension and intensity, she appeared even more langorous than usual.

She wished to be industrious, yet found no tasks at hand.

It seemed she had once again succumbed to idleness.

The sensation of merely eating without working had returned.

The ghostly girl could only attribute her continued sustenance and salary in the divine realm of Hunga to her own adorability, which endeared her to the divine being.

Otherwise, why would she remain a mere bystander? This were felt less frantic than the typical patrols.

In her occasional glances, the dark son of the divine being descended, leaving behind only shattered bones devoid of any surviving creatures.