Chapter 109 : Chapter 109

Chapter 109. A Completely One-Sided Situation

“Down with the false god! Kill the heretics!”

“Down with the false god! Kill the heretics!”

“Down with the false god! Kill the heretics!”

A guard stared in horror at these humans who had grown monstrous organs, shouting such blasphemous words.

If this had happened before, he would have rushed forward without hesitation, determined to eliminate these filthy heretics who insulted the god.

But after witnessing the way they fought—after seeing his comrades’ bodies torn apart by those people, their organs and severed limbs scattered across the ground—he suddenly found himself unable to step forward.

After drinking the Divine Water, their defensive strength had reached an astonishing level.

Ordinary weapons could hardly even leave a scratch on their bodies.

Because their material forging techniques were primitive, they simply could not create blades capable of piercing such defenses.

The few divine weapons that could do so had been obtained by the priests during festivals by praying to the god.

The priests did not even have enough of those weapons to keep for themselves, let alone distribute them to guards.

In fact, the total number of divine weapons could be counted on two hands.

Furthermore, the magical creatures they usually fought had far weaker defenses than they did.

Naturally, they had never sought weapons that were particularly sharp.

Instead, their weapons were made broad and heavy.

They possessed tremendous strength and could swing heavier weapons with ease, relying on sheer impact to deal damage.

However, when facing these people, that advantage meant nothing.

Their proud defenses were worthless before the monstrous organs of their enemies.

He had personally witnessed one opponent drive its claws into a guard’s chest, ripping it open before pulling out the organs one by one.

He had also seen someone with a long tail swing it across a priest’s head, instantly turning the priest’s skull into a bloody mass beyond recognition.

Faced with such scenes, the guard became lost.

It had always been them who relied on the power of the Divine Water to bully other magical creatures.

Now that they had encountered monsters stronger than themselves, what should he do?

While he was still frozen in confusion, he suddenly felt something grab his waist.

A moment later, a terrifying sense of weightlessness struck him.

He looked down and realized that a winged person had lifted him off the ground.

The attacker appeared to be struggling slightly, face flushed red as their wings beat faster and faster.

Panicking, the guard hurriedly drew the dagger from his waist and stabbed toward the person carrying him.

But the dagger was merely a small tool he normally used for carving meat from magical creatures.

When it struck the opponent’s body, it simply bounced off the hard scales.

He struggled desperately, but the attacker showed no intention of letting him go.

Only when he had been carried high into the air—high enough to see the entire temple complex below—did he finally accept his fate and stop struggling.

The pain around his waist suddenly disappeared.

The wind slapped against his face.

He forced his eyes open and saw the ground rushing closer and closer.

BOOM!

His body smashed violently into the ground.

He still had a faint breath left in him and had not died immediately, but he could no longer move.

When the others witnessed this sudden scene and realized the fallen figure was one of the guards, fear spread rapidly among them.

Some threw down their weapons and fled.

Others dropped to their knees, begging for their lives.

One of the half-dragons had already killed so many that his eyes were bloodshot.

Even when his opponent dropped his weapon, he still moved to attack.

But one of his comrades stopped him.

“Stop. Do not forget the command of the Divine Messenger. Those who lay down their weapons may be spared for now and judged later.”

Only then did he halt.

He slammed his claws violently against a nearby stone pillar to vent his rage.

Fragments of stone struck the face of a kneeling man.

But he did not dare to make a sound, trembling in terror as he waited for the noise to stop.

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At the center of Monsa City stood the Grand Temple.

The entire city had been expanded outward from this point.

Each year, the priests personally inspected construction throughout the city to ensure that this location remained the exact center.

The building itself had no doors.

After knocking down several guards, Fulan led the group straight inside.

The interior lighting was dim, but it was still possible to make out the surroundings.

Directly facing the entrance stood an enormous statue.

It bore a human face, yet behind that face was the head of a dragon.

The dragon stretched its neck forward, presenting its head prominently.

Details of this half-dragon, half-human design appeared throughout the statue.

For example, the arms were human, yet the fingers extended into long, sharp claws.

Lyle looked at the statue and suddenly felt a strange fear.

It was as though he had done something terribly wrong.

Yet the feeling disappeared almost immediately, as if it had never existed.

Several cushions lay before the statue, richly decorated and clearly very valuable.

And upon one of those cushions sat a figure.

When she saw them enter, she stood up and turned her back toward the statue.

“How did you cause them to display those traits?”

Angmar asked Fulan.

He addressed Fulan specifically because among everyone present, she was the only one who did not possess draconic features.

Furthermore, the yellow robe she wore and the purple short sword in her hand matched the descriptions he had heard from Thors and Luca.

“That is a gift from my god. A heretic like you naturally cannot understand it.”

Fulan replied with a soft laugh.

She glanced briefly at the people around her.

The first thing she needed to ensure was that these people would not be swayed by a few simple words.

So she immediately branded Angmar as a heretic.

“The statue you created may resemble my god in some ways, but it is ultimately not the same...”

Lyle and the others suddenly understood.

No wonder the statue had seemed so similar to their current form.

It turned out that this false god had deliberately imitated their god.

They immediately prepared for battle, spreading out into formation as if ready to charge at Angmar at any moment.

“Heh.”

Angmar laughed softly, as if he had heard something extremely amusing.

He stretched his arms and cast aside the small ornaments hanging from his body.

“You need not fabricate such lies. You and I both know that we serve different gods.”

“Therefore, only a battle can decide which deity will occupy this temple.”

His pupils transformed into vertical slits as he cast a terrifying gaze over the crowd.

His eyes scanned everyone before finally settling on Fulan.

What Fulan did not notice was that the book tucked beneath her arm had begun to change.

Golden pages slowly appeared within it, glowing faintly and trembling gently, urging her to use it.

But Fulan already knew the opponent before her would not be easy to defeat.

Still, she had entered this trial with the rank of a formal mage.

Even if her opponent was First-Tier, she was not afraid.

She threw the book directly onto the ground, ensuring that it would not interfere with the coming battle.

Then she activated Mental Power.

Her Physique instantly surged to 6.6, approaching the level of a First-Tier being.

Immediately afterward, she felt rejection from the Spirit Realm.

She carefully sensed the feeling.

If this continued for ten minutes, she would be forcibly expelled from the trial.