I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 131 --War of the Gods

"Everyone, this time, we may die fighting against the Dark God, but this is the town we’ve worked so hard to build—how can we allow the Dark God to destroy it?"

Thomas swept his solemn gaze over the gathered crowd. To him, for the sake of Deus Initium, he was willing to give everything.

They had been nurtured and supported by Deus Initium all this time—now it was time for them to give back!

Although the oracle had clearly warned them of the immense danger in facing the Dark God, as missionaries, it was their duty to lead the charge!

Moreover, in this latest oracle from Deus Initium, Thomas had sensed a killing intent more intense than ever before.

It was a pure, burning hatred—Deus Initium’s absolute resolve to destroy the Dark God.

Thomas, being closely linked with Deus Initium, understood the Dark God’s vile power all too well. That understanding fueled a deep, visceral hatred within him.

And Frank, Hibrael, John, and the others gathered here felt the same. A seething rage welled up in their hearts.

They had participated in many divine missions before, but this was the first time that fury filled them so completely.

The Dark God wanted to invade their land and harm their loved ones?

Kill!

That was the only thought consuming their minds now!

"We’ll form strike squads centered around tier-4 Awakeners. This way, each team can operate independently, while still integrating into the greater force when needed!"

"John, Hibrael, Tom—you three are steady and experienced. Each of you will lead several squads and form a battalion."

"Frank, you’re with me. We’ll act as the vanguard!"

As Thomas issued commands with clarity and precision, the assembled warriors sprang into action.

Every face wore a grim expression. This battle against the Dark God would be the first time they’d ever fought on such a terrifying level.

The killing intent around them was like mist, wrapping around their hearts and weighing heavily on their minds.

They knew that if they didn’t go all out, they might die—and their families, friends, and everything they’d built could die with them.

There was no retreat.

"Kill!"

Thomas’s cold voice cut through the silence like a blade, and with that, he led Frank forward—racing in the direction the oracle had marked: east.

John, Hibrael, Tom, and their respective units followed closely behind, like a surging tide crashing forward.

As they neared the fog-shrouded eastern region, even from a distance, they could feel an icy wind blowing from the front—sharp and bone-chilling.

But on each of their faces was a look of unwavering determination. There was no fear. No hesitation. Only the devout faith in Deus Initium—and an obsession with victory in this battle.

They knew it might be brutal.

But Deus Initium was watching.

Even if they fell here today, they could become Ghosts or Infernal Envoys—just like Mia and the others.

They could still serve Deus Initium, even in death.

Meanwhile.

Within the dense, churning fog.

A towering figure—Alina—stood suspended in the sky, cloaked in a suit of white battle armor that shimmered with frost. She looked like a three-meter-tall platinum statue, radiating an aura of invincibility and lethal sharpness.

Her face was mostly concealed behind the visor of her helm, revealing little, but her eyes glowed like two icy stars—cold and piercing, like a merciless executioner. Just one look could send chills down the spine.

She hovered above, gazing down with cool detachment at the massing devotees below. Like a seasoned chess master, she positioned each devotee as if they were pieces on a board—placing them precisely where they needed to be.

"Among the many gods of the Taylor Galaxy, I rank among the top," she muttered with quiet confidence. "Though this War of the Gods includes some peak 1-star Ancient Gods, none of them command devotees as powerful as mine."

Her eyes narrowed as she focused on three individuals standing prominently among the crowd.

"These three lucky ones once consumed Ice Dragon Grass by accident while lost in the mountains. Their bodies have partially dragonized—at the same rank, they are practically invincible. Now, all three have reached the limits of tier-4 Awakening!"

"Besides those three, I also have many tier-3 Awakeners."

"With their strength, the devotees of other gods won’t even be able to withstand their charge!"

"Even if the opposing god is also a peak 1-star Ancient God, once their devotees fall, their power will be reduced by 30%. A massive loss. When the time comes for the Vassal God War, I will have a huge advantage."

"This battle will be mine!"

"Once I devour the power of the opposing god, I’ll be one step away from becoming a 2-star Ancient God!"

Her expression was full of anticipation.

Becoming a 2-star Ancient God—she had dreamed of it for a long time.

It was a major breakthrough in divine hierarchy, one that would bring exponential improvements to every facet of her power.

As her sharp gaze fell upon her troops, they quickly arranged themselves into formation. freewebnoveℓ.com

Behind the three peak tier-4 Awakeners, the rest stood in organized rows, like three deadly spears aimed at the enemy’s heart.

"Three tier-4 peak Awakeners. Two tier-3 advanced. Four tier-2 peak. Five tier-2 mid. Eighty-two tier-1 Awakeners."

"With this kind of terrifying lineup, how could the other gods even hope to challenge me?"

Alina smiled confidently, her ample chest trembling ever so slightly with excitement.

Then, she gave her order.

"Move out. This time, slaughter every last one of the enemy god’s devotees!"

Her voice rolled out like thunder, and her troops howled like wild beasts in reply—an overwhelming wave of fury ready to crash forward.

At the same time...

Thomas and Frank were leading the charge at the very front of the formation.

Behind them, Hibrael, John, and Tom each led their battalions like three unsheathed blades, cutting through the thick fog as they advanced rapidly.

The closer they drew to the eastern mist, the more serious their expressions became. Every hand gripped its weapon tightly, their blood surging through their veins, magical sigils glowing faintly on their skin.

They were like taut bowstrings—ready to be released at any moment.

They were fighting for their god. For their home. And even if they died, it would be a death worth dying.

"Frank, scout ahead," Thomas suddenly ordered, eyeing the thickening fog up ahead.

Frank nodded and surged forward into the mist. Elemental energy shimmered faintly around his body, cloaking him in a protective veil.

Even if enemy devotees ambushed him, he could rely on his elementalization to survive any deadly strikes. He was the ideal scout.

And Frank was nothing if not cautious. As he activated his elementalization, he also primed his elemental power for a swift counterattack.

With his current strength—tier-5 Awakener—and mastery of elementalization, he could go toe-to-toe with even a tier-6 Awakener.

He far surpassed the typical tier-5.

Even if surrounded, he could still fight fluidly, weaving between attacks with his elemental body.

Moreover, as Frank’s understanding of elementalization deepened, he realized that his knowledge had only scratched the surface. This high-level state was far more intricate than he’d originally imagined...