I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 110 --The Desperate Three-Headed Spellbeast

As the black-robed shadow appeared, its skeletal white hand clenched tightly around the hilt of a pitch-black scythe. A surge of deathly energy—harbinger of life’s end—erupted like a raging storm.

Grass withered, and the land turned into a dry, barren desert.

The hundred-plus Infernal Envoys present, including Wells and Sam, all merged into the massive shadow of the Hell Reaper.

In an instant, the Hell Reaper swelled into a towering giant over thirty meters tall. Its massive shadow blanketed the three rats entirely, pressing down on them with suffocating death energy.

The three spellbeasts had still been conjuring chilling wind, but as that wind struck the Hell Reaper, it was like a gentle breeze brushing a mountain—unable to affect it in the slightest.

Seeing this, the rats’ expressions shifted to disbelief.

They were seasoned spellbeasts, well-traveled and experienced with many oddities, but they had never seen a presence like the towering shadow before them. What’s more, an overwhelming sense of danger emanated from it, as though even their souls were being frozen solid.

This unknown existence shattered their arrogance in an instant.

Then, to their horror, they watched as the enormous shadow raised its scythe and swung it toward them.

The blade tore through the air, ripping open a long, dark fissure that extended toward them in an instant, consuming their entire field of vision.

In that moment, all three rats were filled with primal terror.

It was fear from the depths of the soul.

Even their leader—the golden-furred eldest—trembled uncontrollably and only wished to escape.

To him, the Hell Reaper felt like an utterly invincible force.

Without hesitation, the golden-furred rat turned into a streak of golden light and bolted toward one of the underground tunnels. Its frightened voice echoed behind it:

"This has nothing to do with me—I was just passing by! You’ll never see me again!"

Seeing their strongest leader turn tail and flee, the already-terrified second and third rats—the black-furred and grey-furred ones—completely lost their will to fight and dove into nearby tunnels as well.

Though the Hell Reaper seemed undefeatable, they believed that once underground, they would be safe.

Thanks to the complex tunnel network they had dug over the years, they were confident in their ability to evade this massive foe.

Their tunnels reached depths of a kilometer beneath the surface—surely even a monster like this couldn’t pursue them underground.

"You better remember this! You’re strong now, but don’t let us catch you off guard one day!"

—shouted the black and grey rats after slipping underground, feeling a bit emboldened.

As spellbeasts that had ruled this area for years, they were used to being the bullies—not being bullied like this!

However...

Not long after they tunneled underground, a horrifying realization struck them—

The Hell Reaper’s scythe was still coming for them!

When the scythe touched the ground, it became an ethereal shadow—completely unhindered by the earth’s resistance!

Their jaws nearly hit the floor in disbelief.

The ground of Coldwind Valley was harder and more resilient than most other places, which was exactly why they had chosen this place to settle.

And yet their strongest trump card—their escape tunnels—had been completely ignored by the Hell Reaper!

What was this monstrous shadow, truly?

Just as the thought formed in their minds, the Hell’s Scythe passed cleanly through their bodies, wrenching out their souls.

Then the scythe curved back and shredded their souls into fragments. The shattered light—like scattered nutrients—was absorbed into the Hell’s Scythe, causing the Hell Statue to become even darker and more condensed.

Once it was done, the overwhelming aura of hell around the Hell Statue began to dissipate, and Wells, Sam, and the other Infernal Envoys emerged from within the Hell Reaper, their expressions haggard and drained.

Though that final move was incredibly powerful, it had come at a high cost.

After all, the power of the Hell Statue came directly from them—the Infernal Envoys.

"No wonder Deus Initium specifically created this special unit. Truly remarkable!"

Thomas was stunned, watching with reverence.

These were three tier-5 spellbeasts, yet they had been completely obliterated in a single blow!

Frank and Hibrael were just as shaken by what they’d witnessed.

Though they’d known Deus Initium was cultivating the Infernal Envoys, this was the first time they had actually seen them in action.

Each Infernal Envoy on their own wasn’t incredibly powerful—but the power they unleashed together was absolutely astounding!

These three rats were not only powerful, but had countless escape tunnels. Even if a true tier-6 Awakener had come, they might not have been able to take them down so easily.

Yet before the Hell Reaper, they were completely powerless—shattered with a single blow.

"These spellbeasts may be dead, but their corpses—and the hoard of treasures they’ve looted over the years—are still down there. Excavating them won’t be easy."

Thomas led the group forward, scanning the frost-covered earth of Coldwind Valley, his expression serious.

This place was covered in permafrost year-round, and the terrain made excavation difficult.

However, with the next offering ceremony approaching, they still hadn’t prepared enough tribute for Deus Initium.

Coldwind Valley had long been their prime target.

These three rats had been entrenched here for years, hoarding unknown amounts of treasure—far more than other areas.

If they could find everything and offer it all to Deus Initium, this ceremony would be perfect.

From what Thomas understood, Deus Initium valued offerings greatly.

Each time a ritual was performed, he bestowed many blessings—many devoted believers had received immense benefits.

So offering better and more tributes to Deus Initium had become an unshakable conviction in Thomas’s heart.

Since Deus Initium valued the rituals, then as His missionary, Thomas must value them even more.

Meanwhile, inside the statue...

Through the connection with Thomas, his missionary, Owen had observed Wells, Sam, and the other Infernal Envoys merging to form the Hell Reaper, and watched the scene unfold.

After witnessing the display, Owen was thoroughly satisfied with the Hell Statue’s power.

After all, a single Infernal Envoy could never unleash such terrifying might on their own.

However, what puzzled Owen was this—

After the souls of the three tier-5 spellbeasts were destroyed and absorbed, the Infernal Envoys’ own strength hadn’t grown at all.

So... what exactly absorbed those destroyed spellbeast souls?

While Owen considered soul-devouring to be a somewhat dark and twisted method, there was no denying it was one of the fastest ways to grow stronger.

More importantly, Owen had realized something—

After the Infernal Envoys merged into the Hell Reaper, although they formed the core of the entity...

Their consciousness was influenced by the Hell Reaper.

That’s right—influenced by the Hell Reaper.

It wasn’t them controlling the Hell Reaper—it was more like the Hell Reaper was controlling them.

Which meant... it was the Hell Reaper that absorbed the spellbeasts’ souls?

Owen narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

The Hell Statue was a system reward, but it clearly had some deeper connection with the Hell Reaper...

Interesting.

Still unsure of the full truth, Owen didn’t dwell on it. He simply shook his head. This question would surely be answered in time.

After all, the Hell Statue was a reward granted by the system to all gods.

Then suddenly—

"Tier-3 Hellish Artifacts are being sold... by a god?"

Owen’s eyes snapped to the Trading Channel.

At the very top of the channel, tier-3 Hellish Artifacts were listed for sale.

This was significant—he himself had only been able to forge tier-3 Hellish Artifacts after advancing to 1-Star Peak Ancient God.

Now that artifacts of this level were appearing on the market, it meant that somewhere in this region, a 1-Star Peak Ancient God had emerged!

"It’s already been more than ten months... the rate of advancement is faster than I expected."

Owen muttered to himself.

He had only become a 2-Star Ancient God recently, and for someone else to reach 1-Star Peak already... that was no ordinary feat.

Clearly, others had received great fortunes of their own.

Otherwise, such rapid advancement would be impossible.

"With the appearance of tier-3 Infernal Artifacts, they’re bound to discover the existence of the Order.

When that happens, the business of selling Infernal Artifacts may face some... competition."