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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Ruby
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Cloney stood in front of Yuma.
The level of monsters that were appearing before their eyes now were at a level that she, not Yuma, should handle.
She didn’t want to make Yuma waste unnecessary strength.
It was also funny for her to say that while being under the constant protection of [God of War’s Blessing].
Kwarrrrrrrrung!
6th Circle magic Lightning Strike fell endlessly.
Cloney’s mana reserves didn’t decrease easily from the midpoint.
A red circular fireball flickered above her staff.
It was the 5th Circle fire magic, Scorching Bullet.
Kwoooooooook!
The Scorching Bullet that extended countless red heat hazes burst the giant monster that had been drooling while standing in front of the cave.
“…Light.”
Cloney created a point of light above her staff.
The clear light drove away the deep darkness inside the cave.
Inside the cave, there was a wall built up like a stone fortress, and rustling sounds could be heard from beyond that wall.
“Are you survivors? We’ve come to rescue you.”
At Cloney’s words, a head popped up above the stone wall.
It was a girl with brown hair that had become matted from not being able to wash for several days, but her black eyes were sparkling brightly.
“It’s really a person! Not a monster!”
At those words, the heads of about five or six boys and girls popped up.
“A person.”
“It’s a person!”
The rescue operation for survivors of the Silmaria continent proceeded step by step like that.
Not only for the Valcares Empire, but rescue efforts were also being extended to survivors of neighboring countries.
Since the Celestials, Lycanthropes, and Elves were spread throughout the entire Silmaria continent, swift rescue couldn’t help but be carried out.
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The collapsed imperial palace of the Valcares Empire.
The debris of the destroyed buildings was still not properly restored.
Instead, temporary tents were lined up in rows.
Yuma walked toward the tent located at the very center.
When he lifted the flap of the tent at the very center, Third Prince Ricardo, who was sitting, came into view.
Ricardo slowly raised his head.
And he stood up abruptly.
“You have arrived.”
“Yeah.”
Yuma gestured to Ricardo with his chin.
“Sit down.”
Yuma, who had Ricardo sit back down, sat in the seat in front of Ricardo.
“Is the stabilization plan being structured well?”
At Yuma’s words, Ricardo spoke weakly.
“Yes, thanks to you, it’s proceeding step by step.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll help at the Geherhen continent level where I’m established.”
Not national-level support, but continental-level support.
Ricardo’s heart was pounding from the burden, but he didn’t strongly show that bewilderment.
He already knew that Yuma’s words were not lies.
Even now, Elves and Lycanthropes that couldn’t even be seen on the Silmaria continent were coming and going in the tent.
The scene of giant, fierce-looking bipedal wolf monsters carrying materials needed for palace restoration was something he couldn’t get used to no matter how many times he saw it.
The children of the Empire stared piercingly at the Elves, fascinated by their beauty that they were seeing for the first time.
The Elves didn’t pay much attention to it since it was a gaze they always felt at least once when they were with humans.
When Yuma was about to get up from his chair and leave the barracks, Ricardo spoke one more word.
“God… Lord Yuma is a god, right?”
Right now, not emitting any divine power from his body, Yuma didn’t look much different from a human.
Nevertheless, Ricardo was very clearly aware that Yuma was a god.
He was the person who had eliminated the two transcendent beings who had invaded Silmaria and dominated the continent as literally living disasters.
A war of gods.
Ricardo couldn’t forget the spectacle that had unfolded before his eyes.
Originally, gods don’t hesitate at all to reveal themselves as gods.
They were beings who were born as gods and had lived as gods.
However, Yuma’s case was different.
A human who had suddenly become a god.
He had personally accomplished something that couldn’t exist by basic common sense.
Though it was half against his will.
“I am a god.”
Yuma, now that quite some time had passed since he had awakened his divinity, could finally put on a somewhat thick face.
He could call himself a god, not a human.
“God of War Yuma. Spread that name widely.”
Spread it.
The divine name and name.
The spreading myths create reverence, longing, and fear.
And those intangible emotions are converted into tangible mythical power.
The desire to raise his mythical power in the middle world as quickly as possible was the reason Yuma had become shameless.
Ricardo answered with a determined expression.
“Yes, I understand. Temples will be built everywhere.”
“…Yeah.”
Yuma endured the embarrassment rising within him.
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The [Goddess of Dead Bones] and [The Father of All Golem-raising and Alchemy] had died.
Accordingly, there were currently a total of three gods remaining in the middle world.
[Blazing Destruction]
[God of Steel and War Clouds]
[God of Perilous Mace]
To be precise, these were all gods who had wanted to return to the divine realm but had been unable to return.
Except for [God of Steel and War Clouds], Duke, the other two gods were in the same place.
The Yeigel continent.
Blazing Destruction, Agnethe.
The God of Perilous Mace, Morg, were looking at each other.
Hwarrrrreuk…
Agnethe, whose entire body was made of blazing flames themselves, looked at Morg, who had an appearance exactly like the legendary ‘Yeti’, and spoke.
“…Duke, that bastard still didn’t come after all. That bastard’s head still doesn’t work… We would only have a chance of winning if the three of us attacked at once.”
Agnethe, sitting on a chair made of flames, continued speaking.
“God of War Yuma, that bastard is beyond specifications. Beyond specifications even among gods… It’s unbelievable that he’s achieved such divinity when he’s just become a god. Even in terms of hierarchy, he’s transcendent.”
Morg emitted a thick voice from his gorilla-like face.
“Grrrrrr… I still can’t believe that bastard’s power.”
“Even if you don’t want to believe it, you have no choice but to believe it. This mythical power flowing in the middle world… Can’t you feel it too?”
“Grrrrr.”
Morg looked at the ground and scrunched up his face.
The colorless current flowing from the ground.
Mythical power.
Even though the number of humans they had killed on this land exceeded ten thousand.
The mythical power was still flowing.
He didn’t like that.
What made him even angrier was that they hadn’t even swept away half of the continent.
Compared to Angelica and Gulan on the Silmaria continent, they had only occupied a mere third.
Hwareuk…
Agnethe twisted his mouth.
“I can’t figure out how those damn Zoin bastards configured their barrier.”
Morg spat out a rough voice.
“Grrrrrr, the Zoin kingdom Purma that was on the Geherhen continent, which the God of War first made his holy land. The survivors from that place seem highly likely.”
“Tsk, did they create a barrier to resist gods because of their history of almost being exterminated by a god?”
“…The probability is high.”
Morg, despite his appearance, had a habit of thinking through numerous possibilities.
Multi-angled thinking that couldn’t be seen in the category of ordinary people.
“Grrrrrr, and Duke was originally a bastard who responded immediately to divine transmission. He had the personality to communicate when necessary. But since a week ago, it didn’t feel like the divine transmission wasn’t reaching him, but rather that communication through divinity itself was blocked. I ordered my subordinate one-eyed birds to scout Bretton Island where he was, but there wasn’t a trace of him left. Perhaps…”
When Morg trailed off, Agnethe spat out a lump of flame from his mouth.
“Perhaps?”
“Eltines, the God of Void has found a way to grant Duke power that we can’t imagine… and I suspect he’s trying to execute that method. And we might become pawns to buy time until that method is completely executed and succeeds.”
“…What?”
Hwarrrrreuk!
The flames rising from Agnethe’s body became more intense.
“If there’s such a method, he should grant it to me, not that bastard…! Why to that bug who only knows blood and war!”
Agnethe was expressing fierce anger, but he himself knew well why [God of Steel and War Clouds], Duke, was likely to be the beneficiary instead of himself.
Agnethe and Morg were 2nd tier.
Duke was a 1st tier god.
If there was a need to mess with divinity or the physical body, it was logically correct to choose Duke, who had even slightly more solid rank and body.
“A discarded pawn… How dare they, to me?”
Agnethe stood up, spreading flames thickly.
“Let’s go, Morg. We must first sweep away all those Zoin bastards and completely dominate this continent.”
“Grrrrrrr…”
Morg raised his massive body.
‘That bastard is too strong.’
He had known that since he killed the War God Barbatos.
‘Damn crow bastard.’
There was no way Yuma, who had defeated such a Barbatos, could be in a normal state.
He must be dying.
Morg hated Malphas, the god of wicked fortress-building, who had spread such rumors.
If he hadn’t been deceived by that bastard’s words, he wouldn’t have stepped foot in the middle world.
‘I’ll return somehow. To the divine realm.’
And then he would tear apart the crow’s mouth.
Kung─
Morg made such a vow as he took a giant step forward.
The two gods began to struggle in the dark clouds.
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