The People's God: Sacrificing Trillions to Ascend-Chapter 511 - Inheriting the Blood Coliseum

Steely stood on the head of a massive bird, staring down at the sandstorm below. He was confident that his mastery over the wind could stop it.

Sandstorm controlled sand, not wind, and his mastery over wind was inferior to Steely’s. In other words, the sandstorm was just an offshoot of Sandstorm’s Divine Jurisdiction.

Steely unleashed his power.

The wind stopped, and the sand in the air slowly sank to the dunes below.

Glaring up with a look of defeat in his eyes, Sandstorm attempted to bait Han Wu, “Locust Plague, come down here and fight like a man!”

Han Wu, hovering above Dark Locust, wasn’t about to fall for it. “Sandstorm, come up and fight me.”

“No, you come down and fight me!”

“No, you come up.”

Major God Sandstorm felt infuriated and insulted that a God dared to toy with him like this, but there was nothing he could do. Neither he nor his mummies could fly.

Sandstorm had no way to fight Han Wu. Meanwhile, Han Wu had a whole slew of methods to attack him from above.

Han Wu could shoot down arrows infused with the blessing of peace to kill his mummies, summon clones for detonation, order the Great Dragons to use their breath attack, or even gather energy, convert it, and use it to attack.

It didn’t even matter if Han Wu missed the mummies. His priority was destroying Sandstorm’s Divine Jurisdiction—the sand. Doing so would inevitably affect Sandstorm.

Sandstorm could guess Han Wu’s line of thinking and cursed him for his wickedness. Still, if he wanted to protect his mummies and obtain the final victory, he couldn’t withdraw his sand.

Moreover, he refused to believe that Han Wu and his units could fly in the air indefinitely. His mummies could survive as long as they hid in the dunes. Once Han Wu landed, they would attack. Sandstorm could then suffocate Han Wu and his units under the sand once and for all.

This was a battle of attrition.

Han Wu was similarly aware of Sandstorm’s thoughts. While his units were strong, they couldn’t remain flying for long. Some of the heavier ones were already dropping. They would die the instant they touched the sand below. He was racking his brain for a good solution when the leader of the Epistians stepped forward.

“Dear God, you could make a floating platform for everyone to rest,” the leader suggested. “There's a material called Floating Stone that can suspend itself in the air. We researched it once, and it’s not difficult to make.”

After reading the provided composition report, Han Wu gathered energy from his units and used Creation to turn them into huge slabs of Floating Stones. He then connected them to form a large floating plaza, allowing tired units to land and recover their stamina.

The creation of this floating plaza effectively ended the battle.

There was no way for Sandstorm to defeat Han Wu. Sandstorm could only order his mummies out of the sand, inviting attack.

Soon, the last mummy perished. Sandstorm lost all his points and thus his qualifications to be a candidate.

Han Wu was officially the last one standing.

As the victor, he was transported to the Blood Coliseum’s administration office. The staff there greeted him with the proper respect due to their new owner.

“Master, please take a look at the list of assets belonging to the Blood Coliseum,” said a slightly plump manager with golden hair, handing him a tablet.

The tablet contained every asset of the Blood Coliseum, including 3.62803 billion sq km of land with various terrains. These lands could be stitched together freely to form any arena as desired. There were also 120,000 staff, 600 million Sanguine Combatants, and 430,000 Divine Essence as the Blood Coliseum’s funds.

Han Wu read through the list of assets in shock.

The Blood Coliseum was loaded!

And he was now its owner—that meant all of this was his!

“Holy shit!” Han Wu tried to control his trembling.

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen money before, but this was simply on another scale! There were also many things here that couldn’t be bought.

“Are these all mine to be used as I please?” he asked.

“Yes, as long as you manage them responsibly.”

Han Wu calmed himself. He was probably the richest person in the Divine Civilization at this time.

Unfortunately, his joy was short-lived.

An alarm blared overhead as a Demigod worker burst in. “The Dream Demon Civilization caught wind that the Blood Coliseum had changed owners and is attacking the territory around us!”

Three more workers rushed in before the first one could catch his breath, all reporting the same thing.

The news of the Blood Coliseum’s change in ownership had all but announced to the surrounding civilizations that the previous owner had died.

Though wary of the previous owner, the same didn’t apply to the new one. So, they took this opportunity to attack and loot whatever they could.

Han Wu was both alarmed and pissed.

How dare they try to steal his inheritance! They were clearly looking down on him!

“Master, the threat of the previous master can no longer protect the Blood Coliseum. What do we do next? We’re yours to command.”

The higher-ups and the workers stared expectantly at him, even the Major Gods among them.

An immense pressure weighed on Han Wu’s shoulders. He had defeated trillions of units and invaded many civilizations, but he had never once done something on this scale.

He had a huge piece of land and 600 million Sanguine Combatants to combat several invading civilizations. Though he had never done this before, he knew one thing for sure: retreating would crush all of their morale. He needed to fight back.

“Enemies are invading,” he said seriously. “We need to fight back, destroy them to the point of extinction. Let’s show them our might. We have 600 million Sanguine Combatants, and I still have close to ten billion units. We’ll fight until the last man standing!”

His speech rallied the staff.

“Did you hear that? Our master told us to fight!” shouted the manager who had given Han Wu the list of assets.

The other staff quickly ran to their stations, impassioned with fighting spirit.

With that, the man turned to introduce himself to Han Wu, “Master, my name is Montana Marks, but I prefer my alias, the War Maniac. I hope you’ll be able to let me enjoy the purest form of war!”