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( War Log : Day 11 ) 

After the victory against the Red-Foot demon clan, things had been going pretty calmly for the Bloodfall clan. 

Severus had returned to action stronger than ever and with his presence Sebastian no longer needed to play the role of the scout. 

Over the last few days Severus had scouted the two nearest orb centres to the Bloodfall clan from here on forward and their strengths. 

Unfortunately for the Bloodfall clan, both the targets that Severus had scouted were being protected by tier6 god's and were not fights that Max could jump into with just Sebastian and Anna as his cover. 

Overall for the light faction, they had managed to destroy 34 enemy orbs during the first 11 days, however, the tally for the dark faction touched 50. 

At this rate, in two to three weeks the first disc raid was sure to be triggered which meant that all factions needed to be prepared for a full scale invasion. 

Another development that occurred in the past 3 days was that Max was approached by the leader of the Twilight Thorn clan, Falken Twilight for defence cooperation. 

The Twilight clan was ranked 12th overall and Falken himself was a tier6 god. 

Despite his personal status he came to Ravan Bloodfall for help since he was the man responsible for guarding the orb that was located in the hilly regions to the right of where the Bloodfall clan was defending and the river started. 

He understood that if his clan failed in the defence of the orb, the implications of his failure would hurt the Bloodfall clan the most which was why he was willing to co-operate with Ravan to set up a defence agreement. 

According to their deal, if the Twilight clan ever needed the help of the Bloodfall they would lit up emergency fires that would be visible from miles away on the mountain top. 

Under such circumstances, Max was to rally one legion to the assistance of the Twilight clan. 

On the other hand, the Falken gave the Ravan five emergency talismans which when shattered would alert him that the Bloodfall clan needed help under which circumstance he would be the one to rally one of his legion down the mountains to the aid of the Bloodfall clan. 

It was a co-operation forged from mutual respect as despite Max not being an immortal himself was respected as one because of his feats and combat prowess. 

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( Meanwhile Jhonny English and the Elites) 

The elites were embroiled in a bloody battle against High demons. A tense atmosphere where terrain shattering moves were being exchanged on both sides. 

The enemy high demon god was of the Warlock class and could cast both magical spells and use his sword as a potent weapon.

He was the greatest obstacle that the elites were facing at the moment, however from the moment that Sir Jhonny walked on the battlefield wearing no armour but just a clean blue suit with white shirt red tie and a black hat, holding his signature cane in hand every elite knew that the fight was already over. 

Jhonny with the power to turn into a void non-physical form, was the unlikeliest of gods. 

He carried the aloofness of an old expert and the suave charm of a narcissistic young master, creating a character unlike any other. 

The enemy god, the high demon he was fighting towered above him, a 5 foot 10 normal sized human standing across a 9.5-10 feet demon with ripped muscles and giant wings. 

The god charged at Jhonny, his weapon, a giant sword, was swooping down on him. The battlefield held its collective breath, for to them, it was an unmistakable end.

But Johnny, ever the eccentric, simply smiled. As the sword descended, he turned into a void form, a silhouette of nothingness as the sword went through him like a shadow, striking the earth beneath and sending a shockwave across the battlefield and creating a massive crater. 

Once the dust had settled Johnny materialised back into his solid form, dusting off his shoulders as though he'd been mildly inconvenienced. 

"Now, now," he chided, wagging a finger at his opponent. "You mustn't let your temper get the best of you. This is a gentleman's fight and you got my suit dusty"

Infuriated, the enemy god lunged again, but Johnny, like a seasoned dancer, twirled away, leaving the god to stumble clumsily forward as the elites erupted in laughter. 

This was the usual routine of any Jhonny English fight. Until Jhonny had played with his opponent and humiliated them a bit, he would not kill them. 

The fight went on in this manner, the enemy god growing increasingly frustrated while Johnny danced around him, often stopping to adjust his tie or straighten his hat in the midst of battle. 

When he finally decided to end it, he did so with the same flair and nonchalance he'd been displaying all along. He materialised inside the enemy god, solidified his hand and grabbed the god's heart. Then, with a sheepish smile, he said, "Excuse me, I believe you dropped this."

Before the god could react, Johnny pulled out, heart in hand, leaving the god to collapse on the ground as the high demons who had been cheering their leader on for so long were stunned into silence as they could not even fathom as to what just happened on the battlefield moments ago. 

A GOD had fallen flat on his face with a gaping hole in his chest just like that, and all that the middle aged man did was move his hands once. 

With the dead god at his feet Jhonny tossed his heart aside and casually began walking over to the enemy's orb as although over tens of thousands of demons were watching him move, not one had the courage to confront him. 

Once he reached the orb, he solidified his other hand into a fist and shattered it into a million pieces.

Looking around at the stunned faces, he shrugged, dusted off his sleeves for orb dust, and said, "Well, now that's done, Tea, anyone?" 

And with that, Johnny English, the most bizarre and yet remarkable god of the 'True Elites' faction, casually strolled off the battlefield, leaving behind a wake of laughter and stunned silence. 

The Battle of the Gods was a brutal, bloody affair. But Johnny, with his unique style and eccentricities, had turned it into a comedy show, proving once again that he was truly a god like no other.