I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 114 --Owen Strikes

"Aysa, we were willing to give you some dignity out of respect for your status as a princess. But since you’ve chosen to throw that away, don’t blame us!"

"Exactly! Before we kill her, we should savor the taste of this princess first. I’ve heard that princesses from the Caesar Empire are especially tender and juicy!"

The pig-headed man beside Make was already drooling with anticipation.

But just then, both Make and the pig-headed man noticed that Aysa—whether by accident or on purpose—had fled into a mountain town.

The town was densely populated and looked prosperous and bustling.

At this moment, the townsfolk had clearly noticed their arrival. However, instead of fear and panic, they watched on with curious interest, pointing and whispering among themselves.

"Hey, do you think they’re humans or spellbeasts? They’ve got human heads but bodies like bats."

"I don’t think they’re human. No human looks that bizarre."

"I think they’re human! No spellbeast would keep a human head—that has to be a person!"

The voices of debate among the townsfolk were like needles stabbing into the depths of Make’s heart.

He had devoted himself completely to becoming a spellbeast, yet even the spellbeasts still called him human!

Even after changing his blood, transforming his body, and grafting and fusing spellbeast limbs onto himself—making most of his body identical to a spellbeast’s—many still saw him as a lowly human.

Within the spellbeast ranks, he had become a target of abuse. Even low-tier spellbeasts could trample him at will.

He had long harbored resentment over this, but dared not speak out.

So now, hearing the townsfolk bring it up felt like they were slicing into him with a blade, inflicting raw, bleeding agony.

The pig-headed man beside him also glared at the villagers in anger.

As a spellbeast, shouldn’t humans tremble in fear at the mere sight of them?

Why... why were they looking on as if watching a street performance, without even a shred of fear or respect?

He had gone through all that just to become a spellbeast—only to feel none of the reverence he was promised?

Had it all been for nothing?

"Aysa, didn’t you always pride yourself on being a champion of human rights? If you keep running, I’ll wipe out this entire town and make its tens of thousands die because of you!"

Make’s voice turned cold and venomous as he glared at Aysa, who was getting farther and farther away.

He knew her too well. She was someone who considered the revival of the Caesar Empire and the protection of humanity her personal duty. If humans were being slaughtered right in front of her and she did nothing, it would be something she could never live with.

Sure enough, as soon as Make threatened her, Aysa’s fleeing pace suddenly slowed.

She had also taken notice of the town earlier—a fleeting glimpse that had now become much clearer. She saw the expressions of the townsfolk, and she took it all in.

This was a large town, undoubtedly thriving and full of life.

Had these townspeople seen spellbeasts under normal circumstances, their first reaction would not have been casual curiosity—it would have been sheer panic and immediate flight.

The fact they hadn’t... the fact they were still standing here... spoke volumes.

She couldn’t bear the thought of such kind and simple people dying because of her.

If she couldn’t even protect a town like this in danger, how could she ever hope to restore the Caesar Empire?

Queen Aysa clenched her fists and slowed her retreat. As a queen, she couldn’t allow such a beautiful town to become a mountain of corpses.

Even though these people had no direct connection to her, they were still human. To ignore their plight—she just couldn’t do it.

She was the heir of the Caesar Empire’s will, and the desire to protect humanity and elevate it had long been etched into her very bones.

And now, the humans of this town needed her.

When Queen Aysa slowed down, both Make and the pig-headed man burst into manic laughter.

"Aysa, even now, you still remember the will of the Caesar Empire? How pathetic. How laughable!"

"If we’d known you were this stubborn, taking you down would’ve been a breeze. Things never would’ve escalated this far."

Though they mocked Princess Aysa, they didn’t rush in recklessly.

Aysa was, after all, not only the princess of the Caesar Empire but had also become Queen Aysa, the bearer of its legacy. She undoubtedly possessed numerous trump cards. Underestimating her would be a grave mistake. ƒreewebɳovel.com

Her combat prowess when she’d erupted earlier had been terrifying. If it hadn’t been for the intervention of Sunborn, a descendant of the spellbeast king who had injured her from afar, they wouldn’t have stood a chance.

So even now, as Aysa appeared to stop running, the two remained extremely cautious, not daring to act rashly.

Make glanced down at the crowd watching from below. Something about these people gave him a very particular, unpleasant feeling.

It was the feeling of being watched like a circus act.

What he wanted was awe and dread from humans, not this careless curiosity.

It was as if he were nothing but a joke to them.

Enraged by the thought, he made up his mind: he would kill every person in this town to teach them the price of not knowing fear.

At the same time, such a brutal move would surely force Aysa to reveal her trump cards.

If she snapped in desperation, they’d have a better chance of taking her down.

Even with her powers weakened, Aysa still carried many Sacred Vestiges. In a real life-and-death battle, it was impossible to predict who would ultimately survive.

Having decided, Make looked toward the pig-headed man beside him.

The pig-headed man, also a cautious sort, instantly understood the murderous gleam in Make’s eyes.

He nodded in agreement.

"Kill!"

A frigid voice like a winter wind came from the pig-headed man’s mouth.

In an instant, the already-prepared Make suddenly flapped his massive, tens-of-meters-long fleshy wings. A raging windstorm gathered into countless blood-red blades that descended in a dense flurry upon the town below!

These blades gave off a nauseating stench and turned the air itself red with blood—an utterly chilling sight.

When Aysa saw Make redirect his attack toward the townsfolk, her face turned ghostly pale. She shouted furiously:

"Make! You’re more despicable than a beast!"

As she spoke, Aysa channeled the overwhelming magical power sealed within her crown and charged toward the blood blades, trying to stop Make.

However, the pig-headed man—who had been keeping a close eye on her—saw his opportunity.

Gripping a weapon made from the spine of a spellbeast, he suddenly lunged and smashed it down toward Aysa!

All her focus had been on the blood blades. She hadn’t noticed the sudden attack.

With a sickening crack, the bone weapon struck her spine, sending her flying like a kite with a broken string.

She crashed violently into the ground below, raising a cloud of dust and leaving behind a massive crater.