I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 109 -– Hell Statue

Coldwind Valley.

Thomas narrowed his eyes as he stared at the narrow valley between the two mountains and strode forward quickly.

Frank and Hibrael closely followed behind him.

Trailing behind them were the Infernal Envoys, exuding a chilling aura of hell that resonated with the howling winds in the valley, creating a strange harmony.

Since they were already dead and lacked physical bodies, ordinary people couldn’t see their figures as they moved. Only the creeping frost forming on the surrounding grass and earth hinted at their presence.

This frost spread forward, creating a path that existed within the spiritual realm.

If any lower-tier spellbeast were to enter this area, its body would be corroded by the intense aura of hell, and its soul would suffer severe frostbite—perhaps even die on the spot.

Most spellbeasts had keen senses, and upon glimpsing the frost-covered path, they all trembled with fear and fled, not daring to come any closer.

"Annasi Thomas, here to purge spellbeasts. Why don’t you come out already?"

Thomas’s voice boomed like it had been amplified a hundredfold. The narrow valley trembled slightly under its impact, causing countless rocks to tumble down and crash into the valley floor with a thunderous roar.

Yet there was no response to his voice. The entire valley lay in an aberrant, deathly silence.

"You three rats think you can hide here forever and be safe?"

"Any spellbeast that dares harm humanity—no matter where you flee—you cannot escape the divine punishment of Deus Initium!"

Thomas’s voice grew even colder.

After receiving the spellbeast distribution map from Lord Tom, he had immediately set out to eliminate them. Coldwind Valley was already the third location on his list.

The spellbeasts at the first two locations had already been annihilated by him, their corpses carried back to town by fellow Awakeners as offerings to Deus Initium.

Those previous spellbeasts were merely tier-4s, easy prey for him in his current state.

However, the three "rats" of Coldwind Valley were near-tier-5—together, their combat strength was terrifying and second only to the top-tier spellbeasts of Lonehawk Ridge.

The key issue was not just their strength, but their cunning. They had hollowed out an intricate network of underground tunnels with Coldwind Valley as the core.

Even a tier-5 Awakener would struggle to wipe them out completely. Many of the tunnels reached kilometers underground. Even with superior strength, killing them outright would be nearly impossible.

That’s why this time, he planned to let the Infernal Envoys handle them!

The Infernal Envoys had no physical bodies—they were spiritual forms and could pass through the earth.

No matter how complex the tunnel system was, it posed no obstacle to them at all.

"Stop shouting out here, you’re disturbing Lord Rat’s nap. If you’ve really got the guts, quit yelling and fight. What, you think talking tough makes you scary?"

"And don’t spout nonsense about your so-called deities. Offerings to your gods are just food for us. If you’re really devoted to this Deus Initium, just send the offerings our way. We’ll gladly be your ’Deus Initium.’"

A mocking voice echoed from within Coldwind Valley.

Then, from one of the tunnel entrances near the valley entrance, a large grey rat poked out its head.

Its beady eyes gleamed with contempt as it sneered at the group.

As this spellbeast emerged, the wind howling through the valley grew even colder and more piercing.

But just as the rat popped its head out, Thomas’s expression turned vicious. With a wave of his hand, a fireball that had been prepared in advance descended from the sky, trailing intense heat as it struck the tunnel entrance with explosive speed.

The silver-grey rat hadn’t expected such a sudden and aggressive attack. Caught off guard, its fur was instantly singed, catching fire in an instant.

"Damn it!"

"You humans really are disgusting!"

The searing pain made the rat curse furiously as it darted back into the tunnel like a flash of smoke.

Its voice, filled with venom, echoed in the wind like a sharp blade stabbing into everyone’s ears.

Moments later, a mocking voice added,

"I told you, these things are just food. Not worth talking to. But nooo, you had to go show off. See what you got now?"

"You’re right, Second Brother. Why waste words when we can just toss them in our bellies? That said... if they send three humans a day from now on, we’ll consider forgiving today’s offense."

A pitch-black rat and another with golden-streaked fur leapt out of nearby tunnels, standing with arms crossed and speaking like humans.

Seeing the three tier-5 spellbeasts appear, Thomas and the others tensed up.

Eliminating these three rats was the main objective today. Not only were they high-tier, but also deviously clever—far from easy to kill.

The next moment, under Thomas’s command, a barrage of magical attacks surged toward the three spellbeasts like a tidal wave.

"You’re nothing but human trash, and you think you can touch us? Where did you get that courage?"

"These fools are Awakeners, the cream of the human crop. Let’s kill them all and enjoy this self-serve feast!"

All three rats bared their fangs viciously. Their sharp claws gleamed ominously.

Then the ground within the valley began to twist and rise, forming walls of earth to block the fireballs.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The explosive fireballs struck the walls with immense force, leaving scorched black marks, but they couldn’t break through.

After blocking the attacks, the walls morphed into massive earthen spikes. The ground bowed downward like a drawn bow, and then snapped upward—launching the spikes like deadly arrows.

Each spike was as thick as an arm and cut through the air with razor-sharp tips, emanating a terrifying, predatory aura.

Faced with the storm of spikes, Thomas and the others felt a heavy pressure.

Just one spike alone carried immense power—together, they felt like the harbingers of an impending apocalypse.

Not daring to be careless, the group quickly cast a Mist Spell in unison.

Thick mist burst outward from their bodies like an enormous smoke bomb.

As the spikes pierced into the mist, they rapidly lost momentum—like spears falling into cotton.

Their impact was neutralized, and the spikes quickly crumbled into harmless dirt.

"Fellow Infernal Envoys—these three spellbeasts are yours to handle!"

Though the trio’s earlier attack was strong, Thomas had already realized the power disparity between them and these spellbeasts.

If they fought head-on, they might not even be able to win—and if the spellbeasts sensed danger, they would surely flee into the tunnels. Then, they’d have no way to pursue.

As soon as Thomas finished speaking, the Infernal Envoys—previously invisible—began to appear, their half-transparent forms like icy wraiths forming in the air behind him.

Once they appeared, the freezing aura of hell spread even faster. Frost formed instantly on the plants before them.

At the same time, a grotesque Hell Statue hovered in the air above, cold and still like a deathly moon.

Its presence intensified the aura of hell flowing from the Infernal Envoys below.

"Today marks our first operation—we are to succeed, not fail!"

Wells and Sam, leading the group, swept their eyes over the assembled Infernal Envoys with stern expressions.

At their command, all the Envoys unleashed their full strength.

Endless aura of hell surged upward, gathering into the Hell Statue above.

The statue shuddered slightly. Then, like molten iron, black liquid began to ooze from its surface—forming a massive shadowy figure clad in a black robe, enveloping all the Infernal Envoys below.

The figure’s face was obscured, its robe billowing wide. But under the hood, a skull was faintly visible—its hollow eye sockets glowing with eerie ghostfire.freewēbnoveℓ.com