I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 105 --The Golden-Armored Man with God-Tier Acting Skills

Chapter 105: Chapter105-The Golden-Armored Man with God-Tier Acting Skills

None of them had expected that a tiny, obscure village would harbor a terrifying tier-7 powerhouse!

Tier-7!

On the surface, it was only one tier above them, but such beings were exceedingly rare, typically only seen within top-tier factions.

So how could one appear in this remote and nameless village?

"Tier-7? Is this the hidden strength of Annasi Town? But this village looks so ordinary—how could a powerhouse like that be here?"

The spellbeasts gathered here were all stunned, unable to believe their eyes.

Even the Millennial Eagle behind the other demon beasts was too shocked to speak.

"How could this happen?"

"A tier-7 spellbeast... I’ve always been cautious and calculated, yet I just let several tier-6 spellbeasts attack someone of tier-7 strength..."

Millennial Eagle didn’t even know what to say.

Earlier, he had been thinking about how to divide up the spoils after the village was wiped out. Now, all he could think of was how to escape alive.

Before a tier-7 spellbeast, even the reinforcements he’d called were no guarantee of survival!

Every spellbeast present was now struggling to survive.

He immediately tried to turn and flee.

After all, this place was far too dangerous. Being locked onto by a tier-7 entity made him feel like his body was being gnawed by a thousand ants.

Yet before he could act, he—along with all the other spellbeasts—was pinned in place by that golden light, unable to move.

Even though he tried desperately to flap his wings, they felt as heavy as lead, his body burdened as if carrying a mountain.

The breath of death filled him with terror and deep regret.

He had always been cautious, meticulously gathering information before acting.

But this time, with just a moment of carelessness, he had walked right into death’s embrace.

Back when he learned that the descendant fused with golden eagle wings had been effortlessly wiped out, he should’ve exercised more caution and stayed far away.

Even if he didn’t leave, he should’ve at least figured out what was going on before making a move.

But in his eyes, his own strength was already comparable to a tier-5, and the spellbeasts stationed here by the Spectral Tribe were all tier-6.

Such a formidable force, working together, should’ve been able to steamroll anything in their path, with no need for concern!

But who could’ve guessed?

No one could’ve imagined that this unremarkable village housed a tier-7 entity.

As Millennial Eagle regretted so bitterly he could bleed, all spellbeasts in the skies above the town were sealed.

Just moments ago, they had charged in, full of murderous intent, determined to raze the village to the ground—now, they were like meek kittens.

Even the golden-armored man, who had been waiting to strike, was frozen like he’d been sealed in amber.

From afar, the scene resembled a bloody, grotesque painting straight from an Aberration’s nightmare.

Compared to the stunned spellbeasts, the villagers of the town were calm.

They had already witnessed the terrifying power of Deus Initium more than once.

To them, it was perfectly normal for these ferocious spellbeasts to tremble under Deus Initium’s divine might.

Immediately, the villagers bowed and paid their respects to the golden figure of Deus Initium.

They knew clearly—if not for Deus Initium being here today, even a single one of those spellbeasts could’ve easily wiped them all out, let alone this many.

"Oh Great Deus Initium, thank you for protecting our town!"

Led by Thomas, all the villagers here prostrated themselves in reverence before the colossal golden figure.

Now, the faith of every Annasi Town villager in Deus Initium had become unshakably devout. After this event, their piety only deepened.

Among the roughly 4,000 C-rank devotees, most were originally from Annasi and the surrounding villages. But as Deus Initium appeared more frequently, even the refugees who joined later gradually became C-rank devotees.

Though they hadn’t known much about Deus Initium at first, after enduring so much suffering and now enjoying peaceful lives, their gratitude turned into unwavering faith.

As the people paid their respects, the tier-6 spellbeasts like the great ape were completely dumbfounded.

A god!

Could this golden figure in Annasi Town actually be a deity of some kind?

It sounded ridiculous—even they found the thought absurd.

But the truth was right in front of them, undeniable.

They had provoked... a god!

"Oh Great Deus Initium, we were just passing by—we didn’t mean anything by it. It’s all just a misunderstanding!"

"Exactly! Just a misunderstanding! We have elders and children—how could we possibly do something so vile? We were just joking around!"

"Oh Great Deus Initium, the Spectral Tribe behind us has a terrifying tier-7 spellbeast. If we die here, they won’t let this go!"

At this point, in order to survive, these spellbeasts said anything they could think of.

Most of them chose to beg for mercy—some even tried to invoke their powerful backgrounds.

The Spectral Tribe. Tier-7 spellbeasts.

Both carried immense weight across all major powers.

They believed that even to Deus Initium, this should be a threat worth considering.

If He didn’t want trouble or endless pursuit by the Spectral Tribe, He’d surely spare their lives.

Meanwhile, the golden-armored man became even more anxious.

No wonder these spellbeasts were so arrogant—they were from the Spectral Tribe.

And the Spectral Tribe truly did have a tier-7 spellbeast backing them.

That might give Deus Initium pause and keep Him from acting recklessly.

But what about himself?

He had no idea how to beg for mercy.

Because in his current state, no one would suspect him of being anything other than a spellbeast.

Judging from Deus Initium’s attitude toward spellbeasts—showing no mercy—he’d likely be lumped in with them!

Though he did have a powerful mentor, his mentor was no hero who protected humans from spellbeasts.

In fact, his mentor was a deranged scientist who massacred humans and conducted horrific experiments combining humans with spellbeasts.

If Deus Initium discovered this, his fate would likely be worse than the others!

Because judging by what he’d seen, Deus Initium was probably a true god, not a spellbeast.

If he tried to plead using his mentor’s name, it would only hasten his death.

So, with quick thinking, he burst into tears and wailed:

"Oh Great Deus Initium, though I’ve suffered misfortune and now bear spellbeast blood, my heart remains loyal to humanity—heaven and earth can bear witness!"

"I’ve made great contributions to the human race!"

As he spoke, he looked anxiously toward Deus Initium.

He had no idea what this divine being truly thought of him.

But if Deus Initium was a god of humanity, then as someone who was still half-human, perhaps he would be shown mercy?

Thus, he painted himself as a tragic victim—someone who had fought valiantly for humanity!

...

Within the golden figure, Owen looked at the golden-armored man who immediately broke into a dramatic plea full of lies—and couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.

To others, this act might have fooled them.

But he was no mortal—he was a god.

And in his eyes, the golden-armored man’s body was steeped in human resentment—clear remnants of those he had devoured.

Such resentment would normally fade over time.

But the resentment on him was growing stronger, clearly showing he had consumed many humans and was using their lingering rage to fuel his own strength.

A cruel betrayer of humanity, feigning innocence to escape judgment?

Did he really think Owen’s eyes were blind?

Still, Owen said nothing. He merely raised a finger and flicked.

A streak of flame tore through the air, so intense that even the void seemed to ripple and twist.

To the villagers, it looked as if a man-sized flame had erupted from within the massive golden figure. The heat and divine power it radiated were terrifying—just the edges of it made them feel as if all the moisture in their bodies was evaporating!

And as their eyes locked onto that flame, the rest of the world seemed to disappear—only the flame remained.