I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 145 --The Five Archangels

The angels Owen had faced just now were undoubtedly formidable, but unfortunately for them, they weren’t up against an ordinary human—they were facing Owen, a 2-star peak Ancient God.

No matter how fierce their charges had been, to Owen, they were nothing more than petty distractions.

With a single blow, the furious angels had been reduced to hollow corpses—nothing but lifeless shells. Owen glanced at their remains without a hint of emotion. At his current level, tier-6 Awakeners no longer posed any threat to him. He simply didn’t see them as worthy opponents anymore.

Turning away, Owen focused once more on the remaining coffins.

With a wave of his hand, Divine Vessel energy burst forth like a tidal wave, erupting with devastating power. The coffins in front of him shattered instantly, and the angels within—before they even realized what was happening—were obliterated, their forms torn apart into mist and blood.

Having thoroughly cleared out the outer ring of coffins, Owen’s gaze shifted inward to the five coffins at the center of the space.

These five coffins were arranged in a pentagram formation, and the aura they emitted was drastically different from the others. It was sharp, overbearing—oppressive—and their connection to one another formed a spiritual net that made the soul tremble.

Unlike the others, the five angels within these central coffins had all reached tier-7.

And that made a difference.

Tier-7 Awakeners were powerhouses in their own right. But these were no ordinary tier-7s—they were angels, legendary beings known throughout the mythos. Their battle strength far exceeded that of ordinary humans or spellbeasts of the same tier.

In a one-on-one battle, neither a human nor a spellbeast could match them on equal footing.

"These angels are younger in appearance, but their ranks are higher," Owen murmured to himself. "They must be the elite of their race. No wonder the angels were once regarded as a dominant species—their bloodline power is monstrous."

He scrutinized the coffins with slightly narrowed eyes. Even Owen, confident as he was, felt the weight of their presence.

If not for the hundredfold amplification he had received through his sacrifices, there was no way he could have climbed to the 2-star peak Ancient God stage this quickly.

Even those who struggled to become 1-star peak Ancient Gods would have found themselves powerless before these five.

Even the outer-ring angels—those supposedly lesser—would’ve overwhelmed most gods at that level.

These five were just a step beneath divinity.

And they were young.

They carried the aura of youth, their features unmarred by time. Yet they stood leagues above human and beast alike, a staggering contrast.

No longer hesitating, Owen raised his hand—and struck.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

With five thunderous detonations, the five coffins shattered like glass. From within them emerged five angelic prodigies, their eyes snapping open at the same instant. Cold and bright as glacial steel, their gaze locked on Owen.

The air trembled.

Their wings flared, unfurling like radiant banners. In that instant, vast torrents of magical elements surged toward them from the surrounding void, as though the elements themselves were paying homage.

Above each of their heads, halos of power slowly began to condense—angelic halos, each one glowing with a different hue and radiating waves of Order energy.

These halos were not just symbols—they were akin to the god marks of deities, imbued with the essence of Order and divine mysteries.

To reach this stage was no trivial feat.

Even among all the angels in this sealed realm, only these five had succeeded in forming these halos—proof that they were the crème de la crème of the Celestial Lions.

As the five halos pulsed with divine brilliance, the space around them began to twist and warp. The primordial world inside the inverted mountain shook violently. Freezing winds howled like the cries of gods, sculpting the chamber into a frozen approximation of Heaven.

The five angels stood like five icy moons, their light pale but piercing.

Then they moved—blinking across the void and surrounding Owen in perfect formation.

They moved in tandem, no words exchanged, yet their coordination was flawless. Within seconds, Owen stood alone at the center of a sacred, frozen battlefield.

Their auras pressed inward.

As if in response, the air itself crystallized. Solid ice formed from the vacuum, manifesting as massive pillars of crystal that crashed to the floor, encasing everything in layers of frozen silence.

Owen stood still.

He knew that once Awakeners reached tier-7, they began to truly manipulate Order. And yet—this was the first time he had witnessed others doing it.

The Order resonating from the five angels was profound and distinct, each halo expressing a different law of reality.

But none of it fazed him.

In fact, a spark of excitement lit his eyes.

Ever since advancing to 2-star peak Ancient God, he had not encountered any worthy opponents. These angels, with their impressive tier and terrifying might, might finally provide a suitable test of his strength.

He smiled.

And struck first.

A roar tore through the stillness as tempest winds surged from behind Owen, sharp as blades, howling like a legion of banshees. The void groaned beneath the pressure—cracks began to spider across the frozen space like shattering glass.

The five angels’ illusions and formations broke down instantly under the storm.

Their halos flickered and dimmed, their auras trembling under the sheer pressure of Owen’s divine might.

For the first time since awakening, fear flashed across their proud faces.

They were elite.

They were unbeatable in their own minds.

They were the ones who looked down on others.

Never before had they been overpowered.

And now?

They were being crushed by a human.

The psychological blow alone was staggering. Shame and fury flooded their hearts—but the overwhelming sense of death imminent smothered all other emotions.

Bang!

The five reacted instantly, instincts honed through ancient training. They each activated their strongest defensive spells, conjuring layers of radiant shields around themselves—barriers that shone like golden domes, once thought unbreakable.

But as the whirlwind of divine force struck...

Those shields shattered like brittle glass.

The defensive domes disintegrated into motes of golden dust, and the angels were thrown back like rag dolls.

Blood sprayed across the space as they slammed into the cold crystal floor, their bodies wracked with injuries. Each one coughed violently, staining their robes crimson.

Then—silence.

They fell, unconscious, their divine light fading.

Owen didn’t hesitate.

A grin tugged at the corner of his lips as he waved his hand, collecting their bodies and sealing them within his divine statue.

Only then did he turn, stepping calmly out of the inverted mountain’s sacred space.

He reached out and gently touched the surface of the floating peak. At his touch, waves of temple energy surged forward, synchronized with his Divine Vessel as a 2-star Ancient God.

The inverted mountain shimmered, then collapsed inward, transforming into pure light as Owen stored it within himself.

This entire mountain—not only a tier-8 Sacred Vestige, but also housing countless rare coffins and angelic corpses—was now his.

It would yield an astronomical sum of divine points.

Once everything was done, Owen turned his gaze toward the temple’s direction—toward the town that had been drawing attention for days.

He hadn’t forgotten.

Madam Spider, Black Serpent, and other powerful spellbeasts had begun gathering around Annasi Town, their brazen presence already causing widespread panic.

Each of them was tier-6, and terrifying in combat strength.

Owen’s original plan had been simple: let them stir chaos and fear—and then he would sweep in and extinguish the fear. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

And now?

It was time to act.