I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 120 --The Nun’s Blessing

"To prevent the Aberration from breaking free, the great ’Lord’ has sent many people to this place. All of them became heroes, stabilizing the seal,"

the nun said solemnly, lifting her gaze reverently toward the heavens, as if the supreme being she longed to meet were watching from above.

Thomas couldn’t help but sneer.

"You’re still clinging to that excuse?"

This church had once been a well-known cathedral, visited by many. But from the nun’s words, it was clear that most of those visitors had ended up as fuel for the seal.

Later, as more and more people began to disappear near the cathedral, the locals began to suspect something was wrong and gradually avoided the area.

Even so, some villagers, hunters, and herbalists still wandered too close—and they too, clearly became nothing more than bones.

She was the one bringing harm, yet she dressed it up in noble rhetoric? Laughable.

Without hesitation, the mist swirling around Thomas suddenly expanded like a swelling cloud, enveloping the space around him.

From within the fog, flames erupted around his body and coalesced into scorching fireballs that blasted toward the nun.

Boom!

The fireballs struck the nun directly, exploding like detonated gunpowder. The searing heat evaporated the moisture in the air, drying it out completely. The nun was instantly reduced to ashes in the blazing flames.

But even though the nun before him was turned to dust, the others remained. Their identical faces lit up with confusion and sorrow as they stared at Thomas.

"Honored guest, sealing the Aberration was your greatest blessing and purpose. Everyone must die—why resist it?"

"To die for humanity, so that others may live peacefully—you should’ve stepped forward!"

"We did this for your own good—for the greater good of mankind! And yet you lack courage and responsibility!"

As they spoke, the nuns’ voices became increasingly raspy.

"In that case, I’ll have to act personally—make you one of us, someone who bravely bears this burden!"

As she finished, arcane symbols began to glow across each nun’s body. These weren’t ordinary symbols, but divine-like script resembling sacred texts, radiating a strange, holy brilliance that dispersed the surrounding fire.

A resonance formed between the spells, and the nuns’ aura suddenly surged to Tier-5 level!

The drastic rise in their power made the pressure they emitted even more terrifying. And then came the sound of bones cracking—her body undergoing a grotesque transformation.

Her skin turned blood red, and upside-down triangular scales emerged across her body, making her resemble a humanoid dragon.

Meanwhile, the blood-red figure bound in the cathedral’s main hall began to tremble violently, channeling a portion of its power into the nun.

Her already terrifying aura grew even more oppressive. She stared at Thomas with blood-red eyes like a beast ready to devour its prey.

No one who had ever entered this church—willing or not—had left alive.

And now, this unique man would be no different.

Sensing the mounting danger, Thomas didn’t try to resist it head-on. Instead, he took a deep breath, his expression solemn.

"Thomas, missionary of Annasi Town, requests the intervention of Deus Initium!"

As the words left his mouth, he bowed reverently in the direction of Annasi Town.

Even as the nun’s aura warped the space around him, and her dagger gleamed like a bolt of divine light aimed straight for his heart—

Even as the Aberration statue lunged toward him—

He did not flinch.

Because behind him stood a god—Deus Initium.

The moment Thomas’s voice fell, a blinding golden light burst from the void behind him, instantly shattering the nun’s approaching aura!

At the same time, divine power flooded the cathedral, illuminating every dark corner. The once eerie and oppressive space suddenly transformed into a temple filled with holy light.

Time and space themselves seemed compressed and warped under the weight of divine presence. The nun’s power rapidly plummeted—

From Tier-6 peak, down to Tier-5 beginner!

The crimson statue behind her ignited in a blaze, turning to ashes in the sacred fire. The horrifying screams echoing from within rang throughout the cathedral.

Feeling this sudden reversal, the nun’s expression turned grim.

To her, Thomas had seemed like easy prey.

But now, she realized he was backed by a force beyond comprehension.

The golden visage behind him—like a mask forged of pure majesty—filled her vision. Even a single glance caused her pupils to contract in agony, nearly shattering from sheer divine pressure.

The immense divine aura overwhelmed her.

All the techniques she had prepared were forcefully suppressed.

Suddenly, clarity returned to her mind, and new thoughts began to surface.

It was as though she had been in a daze all this time, and only now had awakened.

Under the influence of the divine presence, her eyes welled with tears, softening her feral expression—pitiful, almost childlike.

"I... What have I done?" she murmured.

Clutching at her veil, she yanked it off, revealing a disheveled mess of hair that made her look half mad.

"I only wanted to seal the Aberration... to stop it from harming others... I never meant to kill anyone. I never meant to!"

She raised her hands in prayer toward the golden visage of Owen’s divine form, her voice full of grief and remorse.

Her once terrifying aura softened completely. She wanted to atone. She wanted to repent.

But under the divine light, her body began to melt like snow.

Her very soul was unraveling.

Without a physical vessel to anchor her, unless she had reached the highest levels of cultivation, her soul could not last—it would inevitably perish.

Her regretful spirit dissolved under the radiant light, and the entire cathedral began to tremble.

From beneath the ground, something massive began to stir, shaking dust and debris loose.

"What is that...?"

Thomas, standing beside Owen’s divine manifestation, went rigid in shock.

He had just witnessed a monstrous spellbeast beginning to rise from the depths below.

Inside the church, the ground shook violently as if the earth itself were about to split open.

Beneath the cathedral, the ground began to bulge and crack, layer upon layer rising like scales torn from the earth, forming a volcanic mound.