“Ah, Ah! You son of a bitch!”
Upon seeing the neck rolling on the floor, the Defeated Deity who had just finished regenerating let out a scream and charged.
She seemed not to notice as she lunged straight toward Aslan, but the Deity of Victory saw it all.
The mere technique wielded by a human, one that belonged to Father.
And at the moment when the Deity of Victory and the Defeated Deity exchanged places, the latter was thoroughly crushed.
Swinging the hammer. The sword deflects it. A large burst of sparks accompanies the tilting body, into which a black fist plunges, breaking the neck of the Defeated Deity.
As the broken neck tilts sharply and the tongue protrudes, the head is grabbed and smashed with purity.
A following kick sends the Defeated Deity rolling backward, even as they charge forward again with their head still severed.
The grotesque moans were merely an added bonus.
Wild swings of the massive hammer. The ground shakes with every strike.
Toward Aslan, who has lost balance, the Defeated Deity extends a leg.
KWAANG!
Aslan blocks just in time with the sword and flies back, rolling, while the Defeated Deity charges toward the fallen Aslan.
For a meaningless vengeance.
It was reckless and hasty approach.
Repeatedly blocking all attacks without any recoil, the sword falls after being kicked away?
It was clearly suspicious.
At the exact moment both the Deity of Victory and the Defeated Deity noticed it.
“Shadow Reversal.”
Aslan held Purity in both hands, and the shadow at his feet disappeared.
Purity, along with the vanished shadow. When Purity reappears, eight shadows mark the world anew.
After four consecutive uses of Shadow Reversal, the Defeated Deity shattered into pieces and scattered.
Chunks of flesh fall heavily. The still-twitching head and the pulsating heart.
Standing before them, Aslan drove Purity into the Defeated Deity.
The expressionless thrust crushes the heart, smashes the eyes, splits the brain, and pulverizes the heaving lungs.
Soon, the Defeated Deity becomes minced meat.
Leaving behind the deity who can no longer regenerate, Aslan, breathing slightly heavier, spoke.
“…Definitely troublesome.”
Facing Aslan with a body nearing the end of regeneration, Aslan tightened his grip on Purity and added:
“Weaker than a high priest, but more difficult than a hybrid priest. Even though you’re an incomplete martial divine aspirant, with this level of regeneration and physical ability surge… when completed, you’ll be even more challenging.”
“What do you mean?”
Her lover and younger sister had died. Clenching his teeth while gripping the large hammer that fell to the ground, Aslan said:
“Indeed, I should kill all of you here.”
To make the Supreme Divinity see the Lesser Divinities as useless.
All of them.
No longer holding back, the Deity of Victory stepped forward.
Like an arrow shot, they surged ahead.
Divine Power mingling, explosive acceleration manifested in their physical abilities.
Movement so fast it was invisible, even to Aslan’s eyes.
Invisible death from start to finish.
A fatal attack that would lead to instant death or loss of limbs upon contact.
Though not on the level of the Supreme Divinity’s Sword, the sheer physical prowess was already at the level of a high priest.
They were formidable adversaries.
It was a tough fight.
But before meeting Angie, the level 1 Aslan always fought such battles.
Touch and die. Always lose limbs, forcing the use of Equalization.
Repetitive fights had become familiar over time.
Nothing had changed.
The moment Aslan pierced through the invisible straight line, the hammer rushed in.
KUUUUUUNG!
The hammer struck down with a deafening sound. The earth’s surface flipped and soared, dirt and rocks scattering in all directions.
Through the chaos, a shield advanced. The small sword was dropped the moment its handle was severed. Aslan swung Dragon King’s Fist at the shield, but…
WOOOONG, KAHAANG!
“…Ugh.”
Even with turbine-enhanced strength from the Dragon King’s arm, it couldn’t withstand the abnormal force and was repelled.
Even with repeated strength enhancements, the Dragon King’s arm couldn’t block it.
Then, victory lies in speed.
“Acceleration.”
The spell stored in the tattoo ignites, wrapping around Aslan’s body since Astrid’s farewell.
With explosively racing heartbeat, both Aslan’s perception and body accelerate.
And then they clash. Aslan’s two-handed grip on Purity slashes, with movements invisible even to Lesser Divinities.
The swinging hammer is deflected by Purity. The traced trajectory flips the ground violently.
The thrusting shield is blocked and twisted away with the sword hilt.
Into the gap, an uppercut with Dragon King’s Fist. With a “Crunch,” the jaw of Victory breaks, and Victory’s head lunges to bite.
It’s invisible. But read through luck and combat skill. Evading sharply from the expected path, Aslan spins his body.
Crunch!
The following roundhouse kick. The roundhouse kick aimed at the back of the neck breaks the cervical vertebrae, but the Deity of Victory does not retreat.
Instead, they close in and grab.
Thinking that grabbing with Aslan’s inferior strength would be enough.
However, grabbing only matters if it connects.
The extended arm for grabbing. It’s hammered by Dragon King’s Fist, throwing off its trajectory, causing a major loss of balance.
That faltering balance. The attempt to stabilize a falling posture. Toward that hesitating body, a sword strike rushes.
Following the intake of breath, the sword strike spreads.
Horizontal slash, diagonal upward slash, vertical slash, stab, tear, stab, wrist cut, waist-penetrating horizontal slash.
Against those countless sword strikes, the Deity of Victory could do nothing.
Only to die while feeling the gaze of the Supreme Divinity watching them.
A defiant swing of the hammer. Purity sticks closely and follows, then bends at the last moment, crushing the wrist.
The hammer drops.
The moment the body leans to pick up the hammer, the ankles and knees are slashed in sequence. They fall.
The fist rushing toward the face causes facial collapse.
Regenerating barely, the Deity of Victory finally abandons their divine form.
What emerged was a monstrous form covered with countless tentacles. Letting out a scream, they wildly swing the tentacles, and Aslan confronts them head-on.
Clang, blocking with the sword hilt.
Crack, piercing with the sword tip.
Slicing with the blade.
Wham, smashing with the sword hilt.
All attacks were received and deflected.
Occasionally, the arms emitting a WOOOONG sound crushed ribs, waists, thighs.
In the end, there was a punch.
‘Thunder Call.’
KRAAAKK!
Together with thunder, the figure shoots out.
‘Heart Piercing.’
The whitened fist is fired like a cannon, piercing through the heart.
The Deity of Victory flies away with a large hole in the chest.
BOOM, BOOM, KRAAAKK, CHING!
Bouncing off the ground, springing up, rolling across the ground, and finally stopping against a rock.
From the bursting, splitting, and piercing wounds, worm-like tentacles continuously ooze as the deity wheezes.
“Please, help me!”
Reacting instinctively to the sensed gaze, they cry out.
“Why aren’t you doing anything?! Whyyyyyy!”
The question wasn’t directed at Aslan, the Defeated Deity, or the Lesser Divinities.
“Didn’t you promise?!”
It was directed at the Supreme Divinity.
Lifting his head, the Deity of Victory immediately realized that the Supreme Divinity wasn’t looking at them but at Aslan.
That nobility, radiant almost to excess.
The Nothingness that cuts down even monsters and gods.
The Deity of Victory, under the gaze of the Supreme Divinity that didn’t even turn toward them…
“Krrr, khhhh.”
Smiled bitterly as they rose.
“Krrr, hahaha, krrrrraaaaaaahhhh!”
Letting out a roar as they charged.
Breathing heavily, Aslan, seeing the charging Deity of Victory, thought.
An ordinary priest or hybrid priest would have been dead long ago with these injuries.
Even Ereta wouldn’t have reached this extent.
It surpassed the regeneration of high priests.
If this kind of regeneration ability were obtained by Mother or the Abyss, or the fire-weaving spider, how terrifying would it be?
How many more people would suffer pain?
It was as clear as day.
So Aslan was certain.
‘Must kill.’
Everyone among the Lesser Divinity Priests must die here and now.
They must prove to the Supreme Divinity and other Evil Deities that Lesser Divinity Priests are useless.
What was necessary for that?
Aslan knew well.
A single blow that could sever even transcendent regeneration.
Aslan took a stance.
Pointing the sword tip toward the sky behind him, he gripped the sword low.
This technique had no name.
But this technique definitely existed.
Right within Aslan himself.
Gripping the sword tip with the Dragon King’s hand, Aslan looked up toward the invisible Deity of Victory.
The special trait: the achievements of War and Knowledge.
Reproducing techniques beyond cognition with the transcendent focus called ‘Zeal’ and Divine Power.
In other words, a godly technique.
Normally, creating such a technique is impossible.
Unless some miracle occurs.
However, Aslan had been surviving in Geladridion for nearly twelve years.
During those twelve years, he had repeatedly encountered, used, and applied godly techniques.
The method of converting divinity into techniques was so vividly imprinted in Aslan that he could understand it even without any system.
Thus, Aslan could do it.
What he was performing now was the achievement of none other than Aslan.
[Maximum Mana: 1610]
[Current Mana: 410]
[Remaining Zeal: 13]
The system window appearing in the corner of his vision rapidly changes numbers.
[Remaining Zeal: 6]
Extreme concentration enabling the deployment of godly techniques.
[Remaining Zeal: 0]
It hits bottom. The zeal that could unleash godly techniques thirteen times is consumed entirely for one technique.
Aslan in position. Though no shape appears in his glaring eyes, his concentration naturally guided his hand.
Trajectory adjustment akin to instinct. Force distribution filled in by speculation.
Truly, full power.
In extreme concentration, when the running deity’s figure finally slows down.
Aslan muttered while gripping the sword.
Opening his mouth and flicking his tongue for one character.
Stretching his mouth sideways with his tongue pressed down for another character.
Closing his mouth for the final character.
The divinity of Geladridion became determined by Aslan’s naming and defining.
[Special Trait Unlocked]
[Rending Slash]
This was a technique created by Aslan. A technique to slay evil deities.
A human’s sword strike daring to challenge a god.
A supreme blow crafted by a lone warrior.
!
Soundlessly swinging a diagonal upward slash.
The sword strike forged by concentration reaching an extraordinary realm slices diagonally upward, cutting through the Deity of Victory.
Behind, the rising sun’s companion star seems to split in half momentarily.
The deity’s body splits apart, flying backward.
The flying Deity of Victory tumbles wildly on the ground, their remains scattering diagonally.
With a sword strike that severs even the soul and divine essence, the Deity of Victory rolls on the ground without regenerating.
Finally coming to a stop, they were dead.
“Star…”
The dying deity’s last sight was the intense light of a dying star-like sword strike.
