I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 103 --The Arrogant Great Ape

"Old Eight, not to criticize you as your elder brother, but staying here in this backwater region like Black Iron leads absolutely nowhere!"

"What’s the point of acting all high and mighty around these country bumpkins? These people are nothing but mud-legged peasants."

"Like gnawing on chicken bones—no flavor, no meat, just a pain to chew. I can’t stand these miserable days. I don’t know how you’ve put up with it for so long!"

"You’ve got to understand, over in California’s big cities, we only dine on tier-4 or higher human awakeners. Eating your tier-3s here—ugh, it’s like chewing on garbage!"

"Take my advice, your sixth brother here is telling you—once this little errand is done, come with us to the Wraith Realm. That’s where we really belong!"

Amid the endlessly churning black clouds, a massive great ape pounded its chest and roared at the sky, letting out a thunderous, deafening cry.

Its bloodline was extremely unique—descended from spellbeasts that once battled the gods in ancient times.

At this moment, its strength had already reached tier-6 mid!

"Exactly! Old Eight, staying here is just wasting your time—your life! Come fight alongside us. With our combined strength, the world is ours to roam!"

Another voice spoke—a golden lion with twin wings on its back, its deep tone cold, with icy light flickering in its pure-golden eyes.

Watching this unfold, the Millennial Eagle from Lonehawk Ridge couldn’t help twitching the corner of its beak. These creatures, tainted with the wraith bloodline, were all fearsome and arrogant, lawless and wild—completely at odds with its own cautious, survival-first mentality.

Still, it needed them to scout out Annasi for now, so it held its tongue and responded with a sigh:

"Each of you possesses pure wraith bloodline and are fearsome spellbeasts indeed. Unlike me—I only carry a trace of Undying Phoenix bloodline, not even close to you all. Your favor toward me, I will remember. But I’m old now. I only wish to live out my remaining days peacefully in Lonehawk Ridge."

The eagle knew these beasts far too well. Following them might lead to great fortune—but also great peril.

It had awakened the Undying Phoenix bloodline, and everything it had—power, influence—was earned through centuries of patient accumulation.

And thanks to Black Iron’s relatively weak human awakeners, it had become a local tyrant—unthreatened, comfortable, and safe.

No need to hang its head on its belt every day like these reckless beasts!

"That’s true. Even though you were the last to join us, Old Eight, you’re actually the oldest. Your attachment to this land is understandable."

"Fine—once we destroy that so-called divine town of Annasi, you can go back to playing lord here."

"And if you one day advance to a real tier-6 spellbeast, your lifespan will increase. Maybe then you’ll feel like seeing the wider world."

The other spellbeasts responded casually, showing no particular concern.

Not long after, accompanied by howling winds, countless spellbeast figures swept across the skies and descended upon the outskirts of Annasi Town.

Their numbers were staggering. Every single one radiated a fierce aura that stirred the very air.

At the rear of the pack, the Millennial Eagle kept its energy concealed. It seemed to be waiting—for a signal, or perhaps a reason to bolt. Whether it would attack or flee, it had already made preparations.

As they neared Annasi, the Millennial Eagle narrowed its eyes, a glint of cruelty flashing within.

"You really think just because I’ve stayed here in hiding, I’ve got no connections?"

"The Spectral Tribe’s bloodlines are terrifying. Sixth Brother is a tier-6 mid. Fifth and Seventh are also tier-6. And they all have their innate Sacred Vestiges, making them even more devastating in combat!"

"In the entire Black Iron region—I’m the only true king!"

"No matter if it’s a false god or a spellbeast—if they dare oppose me, they’re just waiting to die!"

The eagle’s gaze turned icy. In its view, even if someone lurking in Annasi was a tier-6 spellbeast, the forces it had summoned could easily crush them!

With this many tier-6 spellbeasts gathered here, that hidden foe was probably already trembling inside.

And even if they had prepared a counterattack, the heavy hitters up front could buy time—enough for the eagle to retreat safely.

It had made sure today’s assault would be flawless.

At that moment, not far behind the horde—

The golden-armored man, still guided by the black wolf, had completely cloaked his presence and continued to trail them from a safe distance, eager to see what they were planning.

"This place is already very close to Fox’s secret base. I was going to look for information nearby, but now it seems... I don’t need to."

He murmured to himself.

Whoever had wiped out Fox had to be extremely powerful—and likely well-known in the area.

If he asked around, he’d surely find leads.

And now, with all these spellbeasts converging here, it was obvious—something strange was happening.

Maybe... there was an unclaimed treasure hidden here too.

After all, spellbeasts were naturally sensitive to treasures.

If he could be the one to swoop in and snatch what they were after, perhaps the key to his own breakthrough would lie right here!

At the same time, inside the divine statue, Owen sat calmly.

He had already sensed the brutal spellbeasts entering his domain—along with the one tailing them.

Or rather—that one wasn’t even human anymore, having long embraced the spellbeast bloodline. Calling him a beast would be more accurate.

He was much like Fox, whom Owen had once eliminated—humans who forsook their humanity to walk among monsters.

Worse still, the energy emanating from this one made it clear—he had devoured many humans.

They treated humans as potent elixirs, perfect materials for advancement.

Spellbeasts surrounded them from without, while these traitors preyed from within.

If not for the appearance of gods, humanity would have no hope at all.

Spellbeasts now roamed unchecked across the land, and in many places, humans had already become livestock.

At this rate, humanity would be completely enslaved.

And once enslaved, turning the tide would be impossible.

Spellbeasts weren’t just stronger than humans of equal tier—they were just as smart.

Aside from faster reproduction, humans were outclassed in every way.

And even that so-called "advantage" had become a curse—since they were being bred like cattle.

If this kept up, humans would learn to revere spellbeasts, to see serving and feeding them as natural.

By then, even if gods descended, they might be too late.

Because some people, once they’ve knelt for too long—can no longer stand up.

Thankfully, gods like him had already descended—and there was still hope to reverse everything!

While these thoughts stirred in Owen’s heart, the spellbeasts arrived.

At the front were the arrogant Sixth Brother the Great Ape, Fifth Brother the Golden Lion, Seventh Sister Lady Eight-Feet, and Eighth Brother the Millennial Eagle, who loomed high above Annasi Town.

Peering down, they saw the people gathered in the central temple, offering worship.

The Great Ape scoffed coldly and bellowed:

"Still holding a ritual? We’re here to collect your offering!"

"And that so-called spellbeast of yours—drag him out here! I want to see what kind of big show he thinks he’s putting on!"

His voice carried a terrifying sonic pulse, rippling across the air—so intense that many below felt their ears ring and their minds blank out.

His overpowering roar echoed endlessly through the void.

Several tier-1 and tier-2 awakeners collapsed unconscious on the spot—unable to withstand the crushing pressure of his voice!

But just as that sonic wave spread across the sky, a figure burst upward.

Tommy soared into the air, eyes blazing with fury, staring down at the Great Ape who dared to act with such arrogance.

"Bold spellbeast!

How dare you act so insolently under the name of Deus Initium!"