Chapter 37: God Descends, Lost in Thought

Just as his fist was about to smash Zorg’s head.

Vili’s heart suddenly clenched, as if something unprecedented and terrifying was about to happen.

He broke out in a cold sweat on his forehead, and hurriedly stopped his fist.

He quickly moved away from Zorg, keeping a safe distance.

“What a strange power—is this the Sequence trait of [Evil Deeds Made Easy]?”

Vili couldn’t help but become serious, then immediately returned to Bert’s side.

Bert immediately gave an order.

“You and I will take him down together.”

“Don’t give him any chance to act.”

The two exchanged a glance, moving in perfect sync as they attacked.

Two streaks of blood-red light swept across the sky, rushing at Zorg from the left and right.

A phantom of a charging army followed behind the two demigods, murderous intent soaring.

As Acolytes of the Goddess of War.

The two of them possessed the purest destructive power and desire for battle, representing war itself.

They were the most suited for combat among the Acolytes of the Goddess.

Facing the roaring charge of Bert and Vili, Zorg suddenly twisted his body to the side.

With one hand, he grabbed a spear that had been thrust toward him.

The shaft of the spear was extremely long, engraved with mysterious patterns.

It exuded an aura belonging to war.

“Spear of Victory.”

Zorg instantly recognized this demi-artifact.

He let out a soft laugh.

“As demigods of the Church of War, you resort to sneak attacks. How very upright of you.”

“Well then, prepare yourselves for a miserable death.”

With a casual toss, Zorg hurled the Spear of Victory toward the two of them at lightning speed.

Black-red light replaced the original blood-red, making it seem especially gloomy and evil.

Sinister, terrifying malice unknowingly seeped into the two demigods’ bodies.

The dense black mist nearly shrouded the blood-red hue that represented war.

Seeing the spear fly toward Vili.

As its owner, Bert understood the weapon’s traits all too well.

Once pierced by it, the [Resonance] would be inflicted.

In other words, a permanent wound, continuous blood loss.

And if it became bloodthirsty, it would inflict [Triumph] upon the wielder.

The only way to end it was to completely kill the wounded one.

Thus.

He instinctively stepped in front of Vili, trying to reclaim the Spear of Victory.

Bert’s entire body erupted with blood light, the phantoms of thousands of troops charging with him.

With a loud crash.

Bert firmly grasped the Spear of Victory in his hand.

Feeling that familiar sensation, he let out a slight breath of relief.

But at that moment, a surge of blood energy flowed from the Spear of Victory into his body, making his extraordinary power feel exhilarated.

“Bert, what are you doing!”

Bert hurriedly looked toward the spear’s tip, a sense of foreboding rising within him.

Sure enough, the spearhead had deftly penetrated the armor.

It had stabbed straight into Vili’s body, wedging tightly between the plates—any force would widen Vili’s wound.

Seeing Vili’s pale face, panic-stricken.

Bert’s heart sank to rock bottom.

[Triumph] constantly fueled his bloodlust, urging him to kill Vili.

“Damn it, this is the power of [Evil Deeds Made Easy]. So that’s how it is… I was too cautious…”

Regret filled him, but only for a moment—he made his decision instantly.

“Vili, you will go to the Divine Kingdom of War and bathe in our Lord’s glory. Be proud!”

“Bert, damn you—” Vili’s eyes widened.

A violent tremor came from his wound, as if the Spear of Victory was stirring his organs.

The pain that followed confirmed he wasn’t mistaken.

A shattering sound exploded.

Bert drew out the Spear of Victory—half of Vili’s body had disappeared.

Yet he was still alive.

His eyes brimmed with hatred for Bert.

His lips moved several times, as if trying to speak.

But now, not a single word could come out—only a ragged, gasping breath.

Then, Bert plunged his spear down.

The demigod Vili, famed as the Iron Cavalry of War, died just like that.

A demigod’s might, able to unleash the full power of their Sequence, together with their Divine Authority.

They were almost never killed in an instant.

But, unfortunately, the Sequence they faced was simply too bizarre.

Bert held the spear with both hands, planting it before him.

***

A surge of blood energy soared, and his battle armor unfolded into two wings of steel.

They looked just like the wings of an angel, as if forged from flesh and blood.

“Great God of War, ‘Herafamas’!

You are the maker of Order, the one who writes justice for the world; you are the symbol of victory!”

“I beseech you…”

Zorg couldn’t help but sneer.

As expected, he still despised these church idiots.

Still so cowardly.

They never fought with their full strength, always hiding things—even at the cost of their teammates’ lives.

And always quick to call upon their god.

But he wasn’t worried.

He simply interrupted Bert.

“This place is very close to the Badlands, isn’t it, Demigod Bert?”

Bert was momentarily puzzled by these words.

Taking advantage of that instant, a spider-shaped crack appeared behind Zorg, and he vanished into it.

Bert merely shook his head in disdain.

It was useless. Even if it was a Divine Descent.

As long as it wasn’t a space rift spanning the universe,

He could drag anyone back through the spatial fissure.

Zorg couldn’t escape.

Yet those words still troubled him.

What did he mean, ‘this place is very close to the Badlands’? Just because that land was abandoned by the gods?

So the God of War wouldn’t descend here?

“Boom!”

A thunderous explosion erupted from the distance.

It made Bert’s ears ring.

Along with it came an incomprehensible, unacceptable, and bizarre call.

Even hearing a faint trace from afar left Bert’s mind uneasy.

A pillar of blood-red light pierced the heavens, brilliant divine might showering down upon Bert.

A mighty, perfect figure gradually fused with him.

Bert’s golden-red eyes were utterly devoid of emotion, filled with destruction, strife, and a desire to win.

He glanced at the dead Vili, at the approaching Ancient Evil Creature (Adult Form) emerging from the Badlands,

And at the lingering spatial fissure.

‘Herafamas’ stood in a daze for a moment.

Then his expression darkened.

The Ancient Evil Creature (Adult Form), one of the ultimate horrors of the cosmos.

The ultimate weapon under the Fallen Evil God—nothing to a true god at full strength.

But after Divine Descent, a god was limited to demigod rank.

“Bert, I am very disappointed in you.”

“After you return to the War Fortress, apply for War Sanction.”

***

Violet Empire, Violet City.

In front of the Church of the Dawn.

Annie stared blankly at the dozen or so carriages that had suddenly appeared—she was numb.

She had just finished escorting two caravans and finally managed to return to the church for a breather.

But another group had arrived.

The heroic-looking tiger-woman looked at Annie before her, cautiously handing over a piece of parchment.

“This is just something the lord who brought us here told me to pass on. It’s supposed to be given to your Pope.”

“Pope… Our unreliable Pope left with people early this morning…”