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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Ruby
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Silmaria Continent, Valcares Empire.
The Valcares Imperial Palace had already become a devastated wasteland.
The capital city was messily strewn with the debris of collapsed buildings.
Even the fortifications of small and medium-sized cities were mostly destroyed.
Areas that maintained their proper appearance were quite rare.
Eastern outskirts territory, Valheil.
A man with red hair was gripping a spear.
Blood was stickily clinging to the spear shaft.
The man, Agail’s eyes, had a deep killing intent flowing within them.
Grrrr… Craaack…
A giant black wolf-shaped beast was drooling profusely.
Due to the power of [Goddess of Dead Bones], Angelica, its magical power and physical abilities had been significantly enhanced.
Maddening transformation.
All monsters and magical beasts on the continent land that Angelica was treading upon had their wildness and demonic nature strengthened several times over.
“Agail… wh-what are you thinking of doing?”
Agail furrowed his brow at the words of the middle-aged man behind him, whose voice was soaked in terror.
What to do?
He had to fight.
The wolf-type monster, Mageph’s divine form, advanced fiercely forward as if collapsing.
Agail concentrated all the magical power he could pour into his spear.
Kwaaaaak!
He stepped strongly on the ground and thrust his spear.
A fierce windstorm whirled violently.
He swung his spear desperately.
It was the spear that 29-year-old Agail had been wielding since he was 9 years old.
He couldn’t say, even jokingly, that his talent was outstanding.
He had simply worked desperately hard.
Enough to rise from a common soldier to a centurion.
People around him said he had succeeded, but he knew best himself.
His own martial prowess hadn’t greatly influenced his promotion.
It was surviving.
And keeping his soldiers alive too.
They had highly valued that survival ability.
Red currents concentrated in the spear that Agail thrust out stretched forth like a gale.
Kwagwagwagwagwagwagwang!
What was fortunate, at least, was that in this sudden great disaster that had arrived, after overcoming several life-and-death crises, his skills had improved exponentially.
The red fierce wind created by Agail, who had reached the Master’s realm, pierced through Mageph’s torso.
Mageph’s massive body slowly collapsed forward.
Agail approached toward Mageph’s corpse with his brown eyes narrowed.
More precisely, he approached toward his subordinate who had fallen behind Mageph.
Agail’s brow furrowed deeply.
A subordinate who had called him captain for nearly 5 years came into view.
His lower body didn’t exist.
Only the appearance of a man intact from the waist to the head.
Agail placed his hand on the ground.
Kuuuung
The subtle trembling of the earth flowed into him through the back of his hand.
There were several more monsters nearby.
If he wasted time, those creatures would come rushing again.
Agail slowly raised his head.
“Let’s leave this place quickly.”
The survivors moved on, leaving the corpses behind.
To survive.
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Geherhen Continent.
Astes Empire.
Yuma headed toward the War God Temple.
A massive temple.
The ends of the two pillars supporting the temple reminded one of swords and spears.
Since the day before, for half a day, except for those Yuma had asked Royan to summon, advance notice had been given that no one could enter the War God Temple, so the current War God Temple was quite deserted.
Creeak
Yuma pushed open the entrance of the War God Temple.
A corridor that was far too massive.
And at its end, a single statue.
“…”
The corner of Yuma’s mouth twisted slightly.
He lost his words for a moment upon seeing the massive statue made in his likeness.
He didn’t feel something like shame.
He was just flustered because it was made much better than expected.
A massive black statue was looking down at him loftily.
At a glance, it wasn’t roughly made, but was filled with a craftsman’s skill.
After looking at the statue for a moment, Yuma turned his body backward.
Because he clearly felt a gaze watching him from behind.
The person standing behind was Saint Ermel.
Ermel’s silver eyes were staring piercingly at Yuma.
“You’ve come, War God.”
Yuma nodded.
“I heard you went through much hardship. You did well.”
Ermel smiled broadly.
“What hardship?”
Although he occasionally heard informal speech from Hestia, who was relatively free-spirited in her thinking, Ermel was twenty-six years old this year.
“I merely spread widely the divine grace that the War God had opened.”
Divine grace.
Yuma chuckled at those very saint-like words.
“The rest. Have they all gathered?”
The saint nodded.
“They’ve all gathered.”
The back of the War God Temple.
No matter how much this place was made to honor him, he didn’t want to give explanations in the main hall of this temple where this statue that looked exactly like him—no, that was made more god-like than himself—existed.
“Let’s go.”
“Yes.”
Yuma and Ermel’s footsteps fell simultaneously.
Yuma stood on the platform at the back of the temple.
He could see the various races clustered below the platform.
Lycanthropes, elves and the celestial race.
Whether the celestials belonging to the heavenly realm could fully accept his divine power as strength—he couldn’t be certain of that yet, but he needed to grasp all the peculiarities of the military forces he could employ for now.
Step…
The sound of Yuma’s footsteps echoed throughout the War God Temple.
Yuma felt all the gazes of those lined up below the platform gathering on him.
Bell, Cloney, Hestia. And Bell’s older brother, Haven.
Also, several familiar faces were visible.
Empire’s 3rd Seat Ella Brighton.
In Yuma’s field of vision were also unexpected figures he hadn’t anticipated would come here.
Tisha, a mage of the Mullen tribe who had crossed the sea after receiving an urgent message sent by Hestia, caught his eye.
The numbers of the other different races couldn’t be called small either.
Archangel Garenmon and Valkyrie Brenhilt, who could be called the two arms of Heavenly Lord Arten, were before his eyes.
Led by the two, the number of celestials lined up behind approached thirty.
Sending down thirty combat-type celestials meant that Arten, the master of the heavenly realm, had used his power to the fullest.
It meant his trust in Yuma.
It meant his trust in what Yuma had accomplished was certain.
Next to the celestials were even more diverse races.
Behind the Grand Spiritualist High Elf Luinerif and the elf Roseviche who had achieved the realm of Grand Sword Master, elves were lined up.
The elf military force numbered two thousand.
The lycanthropes, led by Great Warrior Gale, had gathered about three thousand.
Rather than a situation where they needed to save one city of this continent, Geherhen Continent, it was a situation where they needed to save other continents.
From that perspective, it couldn’t be called a large military force, but he thought the numerical problem would be supplemented as time passed.
Because it was military force recruited quite hastily for now.
Yuma slowly opened his mouth.
“Listen well.”
All the people and different races gathered densely listened to Yuma’s words without even letting out breathing sounds.
“Right now, five gods are invading the middle realm.”
Yuma continued speaking while scanning the various races who were concentrating on his words with their bodies held straight.
“They invaded this place, the middle realm, to destroy the middle realm and increase their own divine power through restoration.”
Even without particularly awakening divine power in his body, the faith settled in the eyes of those looking at Yuma didn’t waver.
It was probably because the martial prowess of Yuma that they had witnessed with their own eyes was too intensely imprinted in their minds.
“There are two places we need to save. The first place we’ll save is Silmaria Continent. Because its location is close to the exact opposite side of this Geherhen Continent, I will arrive as quickly as possible first. Leading only minimal military force.”
Yuma’s words continued.
“You just need to come support as quickly as possible. Of course, some degree of cleanup might be finished before you arrive. When that happens, I’ll contact you immediately.”
Yuma’s words ended.
Right after that, someone raised their hand high.
“Yuma-nim!”
Yuma’s gaze headed toward where that shout had burst forth.
The one who had let out that shout was none other than Empire’s 3rd Seat Ella Brighton.
“What is the purpose of this mission!”
Yuma let out a light laugh at those bold words.
It was a point he should have clearly stated that she had correctly identified.
“The annihilation of all enemies.”
The wind that had been blowing fiercely gradually stopped.
“I will kill all five gods of the divine realm who have invaded this middle realm where I exist as the supreme god.”
A declaration.
It was the declaration of the sole god of the middle realm.
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[Goddess of Dead Bones], Angelica, had another god before her eyes.
[The Father of All Golem-raising and Alchemy], Gulan.
He was the god who had invaded Silmaria Continent together with Angelica, and a god who already had bad blood with Yuma over the matter of the Larsen Kingdom, an allied nation of the Astes Empire.
Angelica furrowed her brow deeply and spoke.
“You also couldn’t return to the divine realm, right?”
The god with the form of a massive golden golem, Gulan, nodded his heavy head.
“…Yes, it was completely blocked. The passage.”
Angelica gritted her teeth.
“War God… that bastard who just became a god from human like a newborn seems to intend to kill us… are you thinking of just taking it lying down? Huh?”
Angelica stepped hard on the floor.
On the floor was flooring with human face shapes trampled into it.
Constructing spaces with human skin and bones was Angelica’s wicked hobby.
The place where the two were having their conversation now was the imperial palace of the Valcares Empire, where no living person existed.
Gulan looked at Angelica.
“War God, do you have confidence you can kill that bastard, Angelica?”
“Golem. You know this isn’t a matter of whether we’re confident or not, right? Huh?”
The two gods who had been engaged in a pointless war of nerves suddenly stopped their words abruptly.
“…”
“…”
A terribly chilling wind.
This was a gaze.
A gaze searching for them from very far away.
No matter how much that bastard had become a god, they had long ago spread a barrier of divine power whose detailed location couldn’t be guessed.
It was a gaze looking through that barrier.
A low voice echoed in the minds of the two gods.
[Wait.]
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Chilling