I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 115 --The Fearful Human Traitors

If Aysa had still been at her peak, then even the pig-headed man’s sudden attack wouldn’t have been enough to leave her in such a sorry state. With her sharp senses and immense magical power, she would have been able to withstand it.

But her level had dropped far too much. Her body and soul had both suffered heavy damage. In her current weakened state and distracted moment, she was like a mere sandbag, unable to defend against such a brutal blow. Her aura grew even more feeble and dispirited.

Now, with her strength in free fall and her physical condition worsening, she was no longer a match for Make and the pig-headed man.

This kind of power gap was no longer something she could make up for with Sacred Vestiges alone.

Seeing Aysa crash into the town square, the pig-headed man chuckled coldly and raised his hand. Dense bone spikes gathered into a massive claw, sweeping toward the townspeople below, ready to crush them into bloody pulp—then swallow them whole.

But just as his bone-studded hand reached for the townsfolk, time and space abruptly froze.

Leaves that had been falling from the sky hovered in midair, suspended by an unseen force.

The insects fluttering through the town froze like petrified statues.

And the pig-headed man’s outstretched claw stopped in place, unmoving, like some terrifying and grotesque image frozen in time.

Then, a golden divine pressure descended from the heavens, so mighty that even time and space groaned under its weight.

A majestic figure cloaked in blazing flames appeared in the golden sky—instantly capturing everyone’s attention.

Especially for Make and the pig-headed man, the figure grew larger and larger in their eyes, overwhelming their senses.

Their minds dulled under the pressure. They could do nothing but watch as the flame-wreathed titan reached out and seized them both.

"Who... who are you!?"

Bound by the golden figure’s divine pressure, both Make and the pig-headed man panicked, shouting in fear.

This type of oppression—they had never felt anything like it before.

It was as if the entire world were pressing down on them!

The sheer weight of it was unimaginable—it struck not just their bodies, but their souls with dread.

Then suddenly, a thought flashed through their minds: Sunborn! The image of that powerful descendant of the spellbeast king surfaced.

With that, a sense of confidence surged up in them. They quickly shouted, coldly and arrogantly:

"You can’t lay a hand on us—we’re with—!"

They clearly understood that the golden figure was on a level far above their own, but so what?

Compared to Sunborn, this guy wasn’t even worth mentioning!

They were certain that once they revealed their connection to Sunborn, the golden figure would be terrified and immediately apologize.

But reality was nothing like what they’d imagined.

The moment they spoke, the golden figure’s grip tightened.

Both Make and the pig-headed man screamed in terror and agony!

It wasn’t just physical—it was soul-deep.

BOOM—!

Before their cries even faded, their souls were completely annihilated under the immense divine might.

Their spiritual essence was wiped from existence. Their bodies collapsed like puppets with the strings cut—lifeless and limp.

To Owen, souls were currently useless.

The pawnshop system didn’t have any functions for them—he couldn’t sell them, and the system had no skills for absorbing souls either. So to him, they were meaningless.

As for the Hell Statue that could devour souls—Owen hadn’t yet figured out what it actually did. He wasn’t about to experiment blindly and risk something unexpected, so he planned to wait until he understood it better.

At that moment, Queen Aysa stared in disbelief at the scene before her—those two monsters who had just been preparing to unleash devastation were wiped out in a flash by a golden figure.

She knew just how powerful those traitors were. Even at her peak, defeating them would’ve been difficult.

But now, they had fallen in a single exchange!

Moreover, she could faintly sense a familiar aura from that golden figure.

Back when she was still in her coffin, the aura of hell that had forced her premature awakening... seemed to contain the same presence as this golden being!

Realizing this, Queen Aysa narrowed her eyes and, despite her injuries, began staggering toward the town temple.

If her senses were right, all of this power originated from that place.

Something terrifyingly powerful was stationed within the temple—something unimaginable.

Yet, despite how overwhelming the presence was, it gave her an inexplicable sense of peace. Like sunlight in winter, it warmed her to the core and soothed her spirit.

Still, she was nearly certain of one thing: the golden figure was not human—otherwise she would’ve sensed it more clearly.

Even so, that being had just saved her.

Aysa felt she had to meet him—and express her gratitude.

In the Divine Space, Owen furrowed his brow slightly as he watched Queen Aysa approaching the temple.

He hadn’t originally intended to act or draw attention to himself. Right now, he was at a critical point in his cultivation—only a 2-star Ancient God. Any major upheaval could have disastrous consequences.

Besides, he could sense that the beautiful young woman approaching had a highly unusual identity. If he got entangled with her, there would no doubt be endless trouble.

For someone like him, currently just a 2-star Ancient God, stepping in was far from ideal.

He only wanted to develop quietly, without provoking any powerful forces.

Yet, he also knew that as his territory expanded and the Divine War began, crossing paths with such beings was inevitable.

So, in order to protect the devotees under his care, he decided to end things quickly—eliminate the two spellbeasts at once.

As for this woman with the complicated background and karmic ties... he wouldn’t always be a 2-star Ancient God.

Given his growth rate, by the time he truly faced those peak-level beings, he’d have become someone they couldn’t ignore.

So, for these two spellbeasts—or rather, human traitors—who’d come looking for death, Owen decided to grant their wish.

He was the god of protection of Annasi Town. Attacking his devotees here was a blatant slap in the face!

"Judging from those two, their backers probably aren’t simple," Owen mused calmly. "But it won’t be long before the next town-wide ritual. Once that happens, my power will be multiplied a hundredfold. When the time comes... who’s really afraid of who?"

His expression was calm and indifferent.

Even now, his combat power was formidable. Once he reached the 2-star peak, he would grow even more fearsome.

There was no longer any need to keep such a low profile.