I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 106 --Kill!

Flames danced through the void and, in a flash, had already reached the Great Ape, Lady Eight-Feet, the Gold Lion, the Millennial Eagle, and the Golden-Armored Man.

Under their terrified gazes, the fire pierced through each of their bodies one by one.

From the wounds, flames burst forth like dry tinder catching fire, whoosh—they were instantly engulfed in a blazing inferno!

As the flames consumed their bodies, the sound of burning flesh sizzled in the air, the scent of roasting meat wafting out, thick and heavy.

These spellbeasts didn’t even have the chance to struggle—they were burned to charred corpses within seconds.

"So this is the power of Deus Initium? Truly unfathomable!"

Even though Thomas already knew that Deus Initium possessed unimaginable power, witnessing several tier-6 spellbeasts being obliterated in a single strike was still so shocking that his heart pounded wildly.

Those spellbeasts were tier-6, after all!

They were completely out of the villagers’ league—but before Deus Initium, they were reduced to mere dirt and rubble!

This was Deus Initium!

Their divine protector!

A true god of unmatched invincibility!

In the next moment, a surge of golden light stirred, sweeping away the still-steaming spellbeast corpses and making them vanish from the area.

With the spellbeasts gone, the skies above the village cleared.

The looming storm clouds seemed now like an illusion—just a brief nightmare.

Inside the divine statue, Owen gazed at the burning spellbeast corpses, his heart pounding with excitement.

"What a pleasant surprise! An unexpected gift!"

He never expected that so many spellbeasts would arrive as if to offer themselves on a silver platter.

It seemed he truly was favored by the heavens!

He didn’t even lift a finger—yet these spellbeasts had shown up willingly!

"Although these spellbeasts aren’t the strongest among tier-6s, pawning them off to the system should still fetch two or three thousand Divine Points!"

Owen was very satisfied. After all, these Divine Points were basically free—he didn’t have to exert any real effort.

If these tier-6 spellbeasts hadn’t shown up voluntarily, there wouldn’t be any this strong within his territory.

And outside his territory, facing this many tier-6 spellbeasts, even his Devotees, Infernal Envoys, Ghosts, and Vassal Gods would’ve had no choice but to flee.

"This eagle must’ve been that steady and calculating Millennial Eagle. Perhaps this whole affair started because of it..." freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Owen still remembered the Gilded Eagle Feather and the schemes Millennial Eagle had put in motion.

If Millennial Eagle hadn’t walked right into his trap, he would’ve had to send Devotees and Vassal Gods to hunt it down. But now? That hassle had been saved.

"No wonder they were high-tier spellbeasts—they all had Advanced Sacred Vestiges. This is a goldmine!"

After sensing the contents of their corpses, Owen’s smile grew even brighter.

Advanced Sacred Vestiges generally carried powerful auxiliary effects, greatly boosting an Awakener’s combat potential!

But Sacred Vestiges were rare and precious—not easily obtained.

And now, all these spellbeasts carried them, making Owen rich in one fell swoop!

One small regret gnawed at him, though:

If his Devotees and Infernal Envoys had teamed up to slay Millennial Eagle, they might’ve obtained its tier-5 Sacred Vestige.

With a tier-5 Sacred Vestige, it would’ve been the most valuable offering at the next ritual. With a hundredfold amplification, its worth would’ve been unimaginable.

At that thought, Owen couldn’t help but sigh at the workings of karma.

Yes, he had gained great benefits—but compared to the potential tier-5 Sacred Vestige, it still felt like a missed opportunity.

Of course, Owen also knew that with Millennial Eagle’s cautious personality, it likely had many escape routes prepared.

Once it realized it was outmatched, it would’ve fled at the first chance—and his Devotees and Infernal Envoys might not have been able to stop it.

Only because he possessed absolute power was he able to eliminate Millennial Eagle outright, leaving no room for escape.

With that, Owen decided to sell off the corpses he had confiscated.

After selecting the Sacred Vestiges from the bodies, he sent the spellbeast corpses to the System Pawnshop!

Soon after, he had gained more than 7,000 icy-cold Divine Points!

The Golden-Armored Man and Millennial Eagle were to blame for the lower haul—being only tier-5, they weren’t as valuable as the tier-6 Great Ape and others.

Still, Owen was more than satisfied.

These Divine Points were essentially handed to him for free!

He then sold their Sacred Vestiges to the system pawnshop as well.

"Not bad! Sacred Vestiges are indeed more valuable than spellbeast corpses!"

"In total, I earned just over 10,000 Divine Points from Sacred Vestiges. Including the corpses, this one haul alone netted me 17,000 Divine Points!"

"If I get a few more windfalls like this, I might not just reach the limit of a 2-Star Ancient God—I could even aim for 3-Star!"

Owen clicked his tongue in admiration.

Now possessing 62,380 Divine Points, he was getting closer and closer to the amount required for advancement.

"After the next ritual, I should have enough Divine Points to ascend!"

Owen calculated eagerly in his mind, anticipation building.

Once he succeeded, he would officially become a 2-Star Peak Ancient God!

A promotion in Godhood Rank would bring tremendous benefits across every aspect of his power.

Of course, even as a 2-Star, he would still be the Patron God of Annasi Town.

Only by becoming a 3-Star Ancient God could he become the Patron God of a city.

To protect a whole city!

Reaching that stage would mean an exponential leap in territory size and number of Devotees!

He was eager to see just how much he would transform once he became a 3-Star Ancient God.

Three days passed in a flash.

Thomas soon led a group of one hundred Awakeners, along with Frank, a unique talent with elementalization potential, and Hibrael, the new Missionary, as they departed Annasi Town.

Behind them, more than a hundred Infernal Envoys began their journey under the command of Wells and Sam.

Wells and Sam were two Infernal Envoys Owen had promoted earlier.

In life, they had both been Awakeners—ordinary tier-1s with no resources or special bloodlines, living quietly in obscurity.

Now, reborn under Owen’s command, their soul forms gleamed with an eerie light, as if clad in ever-shifting battle armor.

Each gripped a long Hell’s Scythe, which glinted with a cold, deadly glow under the scorching sun.

At that moment, the two marched side by side, faces full of excitement!

This was their first official mission as Infernal Envoys!

They took it very seriously, full of anticipation—and a little nervous—wanting to carry out Deus Initium’s orders to perfection, so they wouldn’t fail their god.

As so many Infernal Envoys moved together, the icy aura of hell coalesced into frost along the ground.

If ordinary humans passed by here, their souls would likely be frozen instantly.

At best, they’d be severely injured—at worst, they’d die on the spot.

Meanwhile, as the Infernal Envoys began to move, a strange, mournful sound suddenly echoed from an underground secret realm outside Black Iron.

It sounded like the wails of countless humans.

Following the cries inward led to an ancient battlefield buried deep underground.

There, countless human corpses lay buried—reduced to skeletons by the passage of time.

But over the years, those bones had fused with the earth and stone, taking on an almost vengeful presence.

The wailing came from these very corpses.

Each still clutched its weapon tightly, as if they were ready to slay all enemies and protect their general once more.

At this moment, as the cries gathered, they formed a resonant hum. The soil began to churn.

Skeletons lying dormant rose slowly, gripping their nearly decayed weapons, radiating boundless, murderous fury.

Blood-red aura surged against the stone walls, shaking loose a blood-colored coffin buried at the center of the battlefield.

Surrounded by vicious energy, the coffin seemed to float atop a crimson ocean.

Suddenly, the coffin—adorned with a cross—cracked open.

A pair of feminine eyes snapped open from within.

There was no emotion in them at all—only a sea of blood.