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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Ruby
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[God of Perilous Mace], Morg had activated his Divine Territory Declaration.
A heavy voice like a massive blunt weapon followed.
Kuguuuuuuung!!
Silver hammers floated above the heads of the knights of the Zeparos Kingdom and the Zoin tribe members respectively.
Morg’s divine territory [Confession of Sins] was a divine territory with peculiar properties.
Starting with the fact that it left the establishment of the divine territory to the opponent.
Conscience.
The damage that the divine territory targets received depended on the pangs of conscience they themselves felt.
Since beings of divine rank were not swayed by such things as conscience, they were not included in the targets of the divine territory.
Paaaat.
‘Scales of Judgment’ appeared above the heads of all members of the Zeparos 2nd Knight Order.
“…What is this?”
Both knights and Zoin tribe beastmen widened their eyes in surprise at the cross-shaped scales floating above their heads.
[Confession of Sins] was literally a divine territory that made one confess their sins.
The targets’ conscience.
Guilt.
It calculated the total amount of sins the target possessed and inflicted damage equivalent to that weight.
The weight of sins acknowledged by oneself.
It was a divine territory that made one bear the consequences of those deeds.
“Recite your sins.”
There was no way to avoid thinking about sins.
The power of Morg’s divine force was to make one recall even the sins they had forgotten.
Knight Malef of the Zeparos Empire recalled the past that writhed and stirred in his mind.
To be precise, the sins of the past.
A boy had rushed toward him.
The Malef in his memory continued to trample that boy.
The reason was simple.
Because he had blocked his path while he was going to enjoy pleasures.
So he trampled him.
Trampling commoners was something he had done countless times.
The boy’s face changed to a woman’s face.
Soon, it changed once more to an old man’s face.
All the deeds that he had unconsciously recognized as sins began to surface.
Malef’s memories continued.
Kyaaaaaaak!
A scream echoed in his ears.
It was a soldier’s wife.
The memory of violating her filled his mind.
Keeeeeeek—
An eerily sounding noise rang out from above his head.
The weight tilted to the left side of guilty, not innocent.
The more deeds one had committed knowing they were sins, the more the weight tilted toward the guilty side.
Kuwoong.
Two characters appeared above Malef’s head.
[Guilty]
The moment the characters above Malef’s head disappeared, a massive hammer appeared.
“Uh…?”
Kwaaaaaaang!
Malef’s body was literally flattened.
Blood and entrails scattered across the ground.
Malef was not the only one who died after being judged guilty and crushed by the hammer of execution.
Among the fifteen hundred knights and soldiers, a thousand bodies were crushed to death like Malef.
Those who thought they had committed sins.
And those whose weight of sin had exceeded the value of their own lives were all sentenced to death.
In contrast, among the Zoin tribe, there was only one being whose weight had tilted toward the [Guilty] side.
Aures, a Zoin tribe member who had turned 512 years old this year, looked at the massive hammer that appeared above his head and let out a deep sigh.
“…I shall sincerely pray for the future of the tribe.”
Aures felt thoughts about the sinful deeds he had committed in the very distant past stirring in his mind.
What he had done was simple.
He had killed people.
Humans who had screamed in surprise upon seeing him.
There was once a time when he had considered being born as a Zoin tribe member, an extremely rare species, to be a curse itself.
So he had slaughtered an entire group of humans who had been frightened by his appearance and wielded swords.
Arms and legs scattered on the ground.
Twisted human heads.
The reason why Aures, a Zoin tribe member deep enough in character to earn the nickname ‘Sage’—that Zoin tribe member had slaughtered thirty-two humans was simply due to an inferiority complex.
Aures closed his eyes with a somewhat detached expression.
Thick fur was positioned on his eyelids.
“My repentance was insufficient…”
The massive hammer struck down Aures’ body from the crown of his head.
Kwadeudeuk!
Along with the chilling sound of bones being crushed.
Massive feathers scattered thickly.
Dark red blood created a wide pool.
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Yuma was flying through the sky.
Riding the griffin Ethan.
Behind Yuma, Cloney and Hestia were sitting side by side.
Above the Zeparos Kingdom of the Yeigel Continent.
Yuma looked down at the red flowers created by the deaths of a thousand humans and one Zoin tribe member.
At the flowers of corpses created by bodies completely flattened.
“We’re late.”
While he could know which continent he was on through the authority of ‘Map’ that he possessed as a chief god, the landmass of each continent was very vast.
He had barely managed to see through the location barrier that [God of Perilous Mace] and [Burning Destruction] had spread across the entire Yeigel Continent and pinpoint the location of the Zeparos Kingdom.
Yuma immediately bestowed [Blessing Bestowal—Mental Barrier] on all the companions who had followed him.
While Yuma, who had achieved divine rank, was not affected by [Confession of Sins] at all from the start, the others were different.
The preparations were complete.
Yuma and his party slowly descended vertically on the griffin.
Chwaak—
The griffin flew low and landed on the ground.
White divine power was wrapped around Yuma’s entire body.
The two gods, of course, as well as the knights and soldiers of the kingdom.
And all 500 or so Zoin tribe members’ gazes were focused on Yuma.
Yuma looked with a hardened expression at the corpses of humans whose bodies had been flattened by Morg’s divine territory [Confession of Sins].
At the corpses of a thousand people.
A heavy voice flowed into Yuma’s ears.
It was Morg’s words.
“There’s no need to particularly mourn the death of these vermin. War God. Since you were human before becoming a god, their deaths might not be entirely pleasant, but…”
Morg’s words continued.
“They confessed their sins themselves. And were merely crushed to death by the consequences of those deeds.”
Only then did Yuma take his eyes off the corpses and look at the god in the form of a yeti, Morg.
Morg’s words continued.
“Some were vermin who trampled innocent people just to feel superior… there were countless knights who coveted soldiers’ wives. It was truly a curious aspect.”
The sins that each human recalled.
Morg could see all those sins clearly as if they were his own.
Morg’s head turned toward the soldiers.
Unlike the knights, the number of dead soldiers was significantly fewer, reaching only about 200.
“Why do you follow those knights, soldiers? Knights who regard you as mere cards that can be used and discarded at any time.”
At Morg’s continued words, the soldiers’ bodies flinched.
A strange current flowed between the knights and soldiers who had lived lives befitting knighthood and had not died from [Confession of Sins].
Yuma raised his right foot and struck it down on the ground.
Ku———woong
Dust spread out in a circular wave pattern.
“Don’t get caught up in useless incitement of discord. I’ll deal with those two.”
Yuma passed by the people and headed toward where the Zoin tribe was.
He looked at the Zoin tribe members.
“The Zoin tribe.”
Yuma’s gaze quickly looked over the Zoin tribe members.
He had somewhat favorable feelings toward the Zoin tribe.
Though this was the first time seeing them in person, he had received great help from a Zoin tribe member named [Ardolak].
In the past, when he had undergone the process of becoming a god at the Transcendence Altar, from Ardolak’s spirit that remained in the altar.
If it was a debt, it was a debt.
Yuma walked toward the Zoin tribe beastmen.
Kregel, the chieftain of the Eger tribe, swallowed hard.
‘Human.’
Though he clearly appeared to be human.
Looking at the divine power wrapped around his body, he was clearly a god.
Yuma, who stood before the Zoin tribe members, spoke quietly.
“Do you know Ardolak?”
Kregel’s eyes widened.
Kregel’s beak opened.
“You know Lord Ardolak?”
Yuma spoke very honestly.
“I awakened my divine rank at the Transcendence Altar in the former Zoin tribe kingdom of Purma Kingdom, located on the Gehegen Continent. Ardolak’s soul, which was trapped in the Transcendence Altar, provided much help.”
Yuma looked over the Eger tribe members once more and continued speaking.
“Personally, I consider it a debt. So, this time I’ll clear that debt.”
Yuma extended his right hand into the air.
“Saving all of you this time should be sufficient to settle the debt.”
A massive white barrier appeared before the Zoin tribe.
While using divine power for offensive purposes was not yet freely possible, using it for defensive purposes was already a mastered state.
Yuma advanced toward the battlefield.
“…”
With an expressionless face.
A thousand citizens of the Zeparos Kingdom lay dead.
The form of meat chunks with bodies brutally crushed was imprinted in the minds of Yuma’s party.
“…Your divine power is truly remarkable. Even though you haven’t been a god for very long.”
Morg said while looking at Yuma.
“How you can bestow blessings on all your followers like that is truly admirable.”
Yuma advanced without hesitation.
The three gods currently remaining in the middle realm.
He had already made a decision about how to deal with them.
A white circle fiercely extended outward.
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Mmm…can’t exactly consider that God’s power evil…but everyone carries regret and people view it differently. Paradoxically, a psychopath that has no qualms about the sins he commits would easily pass the test so its not really justice, its an amplification of the anxiety everyone carries