I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 107 --Reentering the City

Through a crack split open by tremors, a blood-colored aura seeped through. Crowned and clad in regal attire, the figure exuded an aura of absolute royalty—noble, aloof, and unattainable.

Her snow-white face bore not a single blemish; her dewy skin looked terrifyingly delicate, as if a touch might shatter it. Her beauty was breathtaking, filled with boundless allure.

"I can no longer sense the aura of the ancient kingdom. Has it truly perished?"

The woman’s voice was cold as she spoke, her eyes and gestures devoid of emotion.

She had long sensed the kingdom’s eventual fall. Even before the fall of the Kingdom of Finn, she had already felt it coming. The High Priest had also foreseen it in his prophecies.

So, she placed her hopes in the present and made countless arrangements for this day.

"Rise, soldiers who slumbered on the battlefield. Rise and fight for me—for your queen!"

Her voice rang louder, a vibrating wave spreading outward. The many skeletons that had begun to stir in the muddy earth now trembled and stood.

Once upright, they immediately knelt before the woman, their faces filled with reverence.

As the corpses that once perished in battle rose again, the woman in the coffin transformed into a blinding red light. The coffin restraining her shattered into ash and dust, shaking the earth and forming a massive hollow beneath.

Within the cavity, more and more broken-uniformed skeletons, still coated in mud, converged from all directions. In mere breaths, the hollow had filled with dense crowds.

Their presence elevated the floating Queen, making her seem even more unreachable and divine.

Now free from her restraints, the Queen seemed to sense something. Ignoring the soldiers around her, she turned her gaze toward Annasi Town.

She had remained in slumber for ages. Logically, she should still be deep asleep, yet she had awakened—something was clearly wrong.

From that town, she sensed a power that did not belong to this world—an aura of Hell.

It was precisely this infernal aura that had aided in their early resurrection!

"Hellish aura... This kind of energy shouldn’t exist in this era!"

Curiosity flickered in the Queen’s eyes. Though Annasi Town was quite far, her perception was remarkably sharp—she sensed it clearly.

Thus, she decided to investigate.

Just as Queen Aysa was about to step out of the enormous hollow, a strange skeletal sigil suddenly appeared in the void. The skull was ornate, engraved with countless intricate patterns—one glance was enough.

Queen Aysa immediately recognized it.

"So... it’s not just me who’s awakened. The others are waking too..."

She spoke softly, then extended a snow-white hand and placed it on the sigil.

The sigil hadn’t yet dissolved when it sank into her body. Immediately, a flood of information surged into her mind.

Feeling the information stirring within her, Queen Aysa’s heart trembled, her expression turning unusually grim.

"Mere spellbeasts... so arrogant now? Have they forgotten the psychological shadow the Caesar Empire once left on them?"

"Now that I’ve awakened, the glory of the Caesar Empire shall rise again through me!"

"These spellbeasts dare act so recklessly—they’ll all pay, with interest!"

A chill flickered in her eyes. As the former Queen of the Caesar Empire, every citizen of the Empire had once served under her.

And now, they were being defiled by spellbeasts!

She temporarily suppressed her curiosity about Annasi Town and instead led her elite soldiers deeper into the earth.

Though a Queen, her strength had yet to recover to its peak. Many of her subordinates were gone.

She needed to start anew—rebuild her forces.

The Caesar Empire might be gone, but in her heart, it still lived. As the last princess who inherited its will and was ultimately crowned Queen, she would carry the legacy of Caesar Empire forward and become a sanctuary for all humankind.

It was this unshakable will that allowed her soul to survive the endless years, waiting for the day of revival.

Inside the Divine Statue.

Owen sensed something. His gaze, bright and penetrating, extended across his territory and into the distant void.

Just now, he had felt a gaze coming from afar—domineering and intense. Yet when he attempted to look back, it vanished without a trace.

"Tier-7 Awakener?"

"That aura is incredibly pure—devoid of any spellbeast taint. Looks like a top-tier human."

"But there’s no such powerful individual in Black Iron. What’s going on?"

In Owen’s eyes, even a tier-7 Awakener was nothing much. But this fluctuation was extraordinary.

Even within the remnants of the Caesar Empire, tier-7 Awakeners were incredibly rare and highly respected.

Someone like that shouldn’t be here!

When something seems off, there’s usually more beneath the surface.

Though Owen feared no tier-7 Awakener, that level remained a near-insurmountable barrier for most human geniuses.

Once one reached that rank, they gained great influence and a powerful voice among humanity.

"Even if they’re human, humans are weak now. Perhaps they’ve become spellbeast lapdogs."

"If not traitors, then there must be another reason—otherwise, how would a human powerhouse suddenly appear here?"

Shaking his head slightly, Owen dismissed the thought.

Whether that person was a traitor or not was irrelevant to him.

His only concern was his own territory—its human devotees were his foundation.

If they didn’t worship him, even the strongest humans meant nothing to him.

And those who didn’t believe in him—he couldn’t care less whether they lived or died.

"Thomas and the others have already set out. Hopefully, this first expedition beyond the territory can bring back some Aberrations."

Though Owen now had 660 Order Fragments and 50 Beginner Order Fragments, it still wasn’t enough for his 2-star peak Ancient God status.

The fragment grades were too low to grant powerful Divine Thrones to his Vassal Gods.

Higher-tier fragments would not only allow him to grant more Thrones, but also upgrade the ones held by Tommy and James.

Currently, they were mere nameless gods—equivalent to tier-5 Awakeners. That was already the limit of their potential under his current power.

But such strength wasn’t enough.

If they encountered powerful tier-5 or even tier-6 spellbeasts, he’d still have to intervene personally.

If their Thrones were upgraded, they could take out tier-6 spellbeasts on their own.

As the supreme deity of his territory, his ultimate goal was to delegate all matters to his Vassal Gods and Awakeners.

Only by remaining unseen could he build an untouchable image and inspire awe in the hearts of his followers.

Of course, he knew achieving that would take time.

He’d only just become a god—there was still a long road ahead.

Outside Black Iron.

Thomas once again approached the city, his heart somewhat conflicted. The last time he came on a mission, he nearly died at the hands of spellbeasts—if not for the scroll Deus Initium had left him in secret.

Now, however, his strength had improved. He’d reached the peak of tier-4!

Behind him followed over a hundred Infernal Envoys—an incredibly formidable force.

If faced with that same danger again, he could wipe out all the spellbeasts with ease!

With a sigh, Thomas led the Infernal Envoys into Black Iron.

Wells and Sam trailed behind, also leading their Envoys.

As they entered, they curiously took in the sights of Black Iron.

They had heard much about it while in the village—but now, for the first time, they saw it with their own eyes.