I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 133 --A Crushing Advantage

"This... this difference isn’t even on the same level!"

Alina’s heart was filled with utter shock.

She understood well that the scale and strength of a god’s devotees could, to a certain extent, reflect the divine rank of that god. If the opposing side had such terrifyingly powerful devotees, didn’t that mean the god she had been matched with wasn’t just a 1-Star Peak Ancient God—but possibly a 2-Star Ancient God?

A 2-Star Ancient God?!

The mere thought caused Alina’s face to turn even paler.

Based on her understanding of the divine battle’s matching rules, the system mainly prioritized active matchups and ensured that the opponent would not be weaker than oneself in terms of Godhood Rank. Most of the time, the system would match gods of similar levels. Only in rare cases—when luck turned sour or a god experienced a meteoric rise—would one be matched with a significantly stronger divine being.

But that was supposed to be extremely rare!

Especially at this early stage of development. Everyone was just getting started. Even with exceptional luck and fortuitous encounters, for a nameless god to rise all the way to a 2-Star Ancient God in such a short time... it was practically impossible!

Alina had poured immense effort and resources to become a 1-Star Peak Ancient God. She was already considered fortunate among gods of her tier. At this stage, many others were still stuck at 1-Star Ancient God at most.

"How could someone already have reached the 2-Star rank so soon? It doesn’t make sense! It’s absolutely impossible!"

She quickly shook her head, trying to calm her inner turmoil.

Yes, the opposing devotees were indeed powerful—but perhaps they had simply come across some rare heaven-grade treasures. After all, even her own followers had managed to acquire something like Frost Dragon Grass, which significantly improved their bloodlines.

Other gods’ devotees might have had similar opportunities.

This didn’t necessarily prove that the god behind them had advanced to 2-Star Ancient God.

"Even if I’ve lost the advantage in the devotee battle, I still have a chance!"

Alina took a deep breath, forcing herself to steady her shaken confidence.

After all, the Gods’ War consisted of three battles. The Vassal God Battle was still to come—and in that aspect, she had great confidence in her victory!

As long as she could win that round, there was still hope for a comeback.

At the same time...

Floating high above the battlefield, Owen watched the overwhelming domination of his forces with a faint smile spreading across his face.

"Looks like I’ve been matched against a 1-Star Peak Ancient God. Not even a threat to me. Who’s the unlucky one, I wonder?"

He chuckled to himself.

"Well, since they were bold enough to participate in the Gods’ War so early, they can’t blame anyone but themselves."

After all, the divine battle system was high-risk by nature. Originally, Owen had planned to spend more time focusing on development—but since he had been forced into combat, he might as well accept this offering with open arms.

He was genuinely pleased.

To him, a 1-Star Peak Ancient God was nothing more than a lamb to the slaughter.

That said, he could still understand the opponent’s mindset. At this point in the game, being a 1-Star Peak Ancient God put you in the upper echelon. Their devotees wouldn’t be weak either.

If they had been matched with any other mid-tier Ancient God, they might have had a real chance—perhaps even a win.

Clearly, many gods had chosen to participate in these early battles despite the dangers, in hopes of fast-tracking their growth.

That only made Owen more cautious and deliberate.

He remained still, silently observing the massacre unfolding below.

Faced with a crushing disparity in both numbers and tiers, the enemy’s devotees didn’t stand a chance.

Victory was all but guaranteed.

"I don’t know about you guys, but... they seem kind of weak?"

Scanning the enemy formation, Thomas and the others—all of whom had braced themselves for a fierce, possibly suicidal confrontation—now looked visibly confused.

There were barely any Tier-4 Awakeners on the opposing side, let alone Tier-5s.

"Since they’re under a Dark God, this must be a probe force—just a vanguard to test our strength and lull us into underestimating them," Thomas said solemnly.

The others, including Hibrael, nodded in firm agreement.

"No matter what trick this Dark God is playing, we must wipe out their available forces as quickly as possible. Only then can we seize and maintain the upper hand."

Thomas quickly issued his command.

"Everyone attack at once—make it quick and decisive!"

His voice was laced with killing intent. As the order fell, Frank, Hibrael, John, Tom, and the rest surged forward toward the enemy forces on the Rainbow Bridge.

They charged with blazing speed, eyes locked on the enemy.

In their minds, one command echoed loudly—the divine will of Deus Initium.

These Dark God devotees were to be exterminated—completely and without mercy.

As they drew closer, waves of searing heat radiated from their bodies. A moment later, blinding Fireballs rained from the sky like falling meteors, hurtling toward the opposing army with devastating force.

The group had become extremely adept at using the Fireball spell. Whether it was casting speed or explosive impact, their mastery was exceptional.

Their synchronized attack resembled a volcanic eruption—explosive, unstoppable, and filled with annihilating rage.

On the other side, Dalaran and his fellow devotees had already turned pale as sheets.

Facing Thomas and his team, their lower tier was painfully apparent. The barrage of intense fireballs left them visibly trembling.

Some even looked like they had just seen their great-grandmothers.

Boom!

As the fireballs smashed into the crowd, massive explosions engulfed the dark god devotees. One after another, they were swallowed by roaring flames—reduced to ashes and blackened cinders within seconds.

In mere moments, the bulk of the lower-tier devotees had been completely wiped out.

Only a few high-level followers, including Dalaran, managed to survive. Their eyes turned red with fury, and their bodies began to swell. Dragon scales burst forth from their arms, gleaming with a sinister, icy sheen—they had transformed into dragon claws, exuding a terrifying aura of dominance.

This intense pressure, infused with divine might, surged outward, instantly dispersing the approaching heat waves.

Then, like mad beasts, they charged toward Thomas and his companions.

But Thomas, Frank, and Hibrael responded without hesitation. The three of them immediately intercepted the three biggest threats head-on.

John, Kevin, and Benjamin quickly followed suit, swarming Dalaran and the two others with overwhelming force.

God Wars weren’t duels.

There was no rule of one-on-one combat.

Outnumbering your enemy was fair game—and that’s exactly what they did.

In the face of their six-against-three assault, Dalaran’s side was quickly and mercilessly suppressed.

As for the remaining awakened ones?

Most of them had already been gravely wounded or killed by the opening fireball bombardment. Now, with Thomas’s team pressing forward en masse, they collapsed in utter defeat—like a dam breaking under pressure, they scattered and crumbled without resistance.

Before long, Dalaran and his two companions fell to the ground, lifeless bodies sprawled across the bridge.

Every last Dark God devotee on the Rainbow Bridge had been slain.

Although the battle hadn’t been particularly difficult, Thomas and his allies remained vigilant.

None of them dared to lower their guard.

After all, they all believed that this must have been just the vanguard of the Dark God’s forces.

The real horror was yet to come.