Chapter 18
The scene visible through the lens of the mung bean was focused entirely on it.
A powerful being with an appearance that was terrifying to behold, even to the newcomer.
Seraphim.
It bore a subtle resemblance to the angels often seen, yet it possessed fundamentally different power and appearance.
With a deep sense of wariness,
it dedicated itself solely to observing the current situation.
Certainly strong.
No matter how small the strength, the being known as Roth contained a part of itself within.
The Seraphim unilaterally crushed it, rendering it completely helpless.
Though most of its power was concealed,
this alone was not enough to draw a clear conclusion,
but it was likely that it possessed above-average strength among the gods.
Still, compared to itself,
the actual ruler of the human race and one of the prominent beings among the current gods, this was nothing…
[[What are you?]]
{!!!}
*
Detecting ‘it’ was not particularly difficult.
An attack that should have left a human gasping for breath.
No matter how enhanced the body was,
with all the internal organs burst, the heart crushed like a tomato,
and the brain oozing like a broken tofu,
the figure known as Roth was still clinging to life.
Yet, witnessing this, I immediately sensed that there was something more about him.
Above all, the unusual power emanating from his body at this moment.
Recognizing that it was fundamentally different from ordinary Divine Power,
and reading the will contained within it,
I forcefully inserted my divine power into that will.
Then,
I conveyed my intentions.
[[What are you?]]
{!!}
My intention was transmitted toward it.
Simultaneously, the connected will of that being began to shake violently.
And then,
“! Gag! Ugh! The… god… is… GRAAAAH!!!!!!!!”
-Pak!
Roth, whose entire body was crumpling, was on the verge of losing his last breath.
However, in that moment,
his body exploded into pieces, not by my force but clearly by another being’s hand.
Like a lizard that, after being discovered by its prey, only cuts off its tail to escape.
Despite clearly recognizing this presence, the guy chose to ignore it,
and seeing him escape with such audacity made me frown.
‘I expected he wasn’t a good guy from the start, but… this one seems to have completely discarded any sense of decorum.’
*
{Huff… huff…}
The rough sound of its breath flowed from its mouth.
Recalling the memory from just moments ago, it hurriedly moved its hands to grasp the cup filled with the red liquid beside it.
The bitter taste of life spread throughout its mouth.
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He barely managed to regain his composure, but the feeling he experienced in that moment—the overwhelming terror—was not easily shaken off.
{That… that creature… Could it be… from there…?}
Although he had performed a spirit possession, his true essence remained deeply hidden. Even if it had sensed him, detecting him directly should have been no easy task. Yet, it did so effortlessly. Not only that, it even managed to make direct contact with him while he was observing.
Fortunately, before things escalated further, he severed the connection by killing the being he had used as the medium for his possession, completely cutting off the link.
However, the fact that his presence had been clearly revealed, and that his location had almost been traced, filled him with an unsettling sense of dread.
{Indeed… It seems that this creature, which dared to defy me so openly, possesses enough power to justify such arrogance…}
He forced himself to calm his growing irritation and maintained a composed expression. But inside, the ease and confidence he initially felt were long gone.
Despite observing the opponent through near-direct possession, he had failed to see the full extent of their strength and had, in turn, been traced.
This implied that the creature might possess a power, at least on the surface, equal to his own.
Whether it was a shallow stream or a deep ocean, he couldn’t tell.
Yet the mere thought that a being, who had only appeared in the mortal realm a few months ago, could wield such strength, comparable to what he had cultivated over centuries while controlling the human world and amassing vast faith, was both infuriating and terrifying.
If, after having only just begun establishing shrines in a small fringe country, the creature was already this formidable, how much more terrifying would it become when it gained greater influence and more followers?
The thought alone made him feel uneasy and fearful.
Having reached that conclusion, he immediately decided to act without delay—to nip this impending catastrophe in the bud, thoroughly and without hesitation.
{Isiris, Anumaeshi, I, Ba’al, seek an audience with you.}
No matter how overwhelming the enemy’s numbers might seem, one could still think about trying to fight back. However, none of the soldiers or commanders here dared to entertain that thought.
They had all been tormented for the past day and were now staring at a massive figure before them.
A creature so terrifying that just looking at it felt like a blade was scraping across their instincts. This wasn’t a mere monster.
No, this was a God.
“They say even Lord Roth, who had summoned Ba’al, was killed in a single strike…” “And yesterday, the one who toyed with us all day was apparently using that god’s power…” “How are we supposed to fight something like that? If we make the wrong move, we’ll end up in hell…”
The soldiers of Moabmon, trapped in pure terror, were now just waiting silently, utterly exhausted.
Meanwhile, among the commanders leading the Moabmon forces was one woman, Lady Root of Marah, who had taken over as the interim commander after Lord Roth’s death.
She was seated in a tent with the other remaining lords, physically drained from the past events.
Though she was there to negotiate a surrender as a lord, they were no more than prisoners.
At this moment, the surviving lords were all inwardly cursing Roth, who had started this war and then died, leaving them to face this mess.
“I had a quiet life in mind… A life like a peaceful plant, but thanks to that damned Roth…”
“O mighty Ba’al, protect me in your eternal light and guide me with your holy wisdom… Damn you, Roth…”
“I’ve lived my life without regrets… but now, Roth, you bastard…”
“How can this be? Me, a prisoner? Me… I’m a prisoner! This doesn’t make sense… Roth, you idiot… This doesn’t make sense!”
Whether they had originally opposed the war or not, in the worst of times, people instinctively look for someone to blame.
And in this case, the obvious target was Roth, who had started the war, lost terribly, and then died.
At that moment, someone entered the tent.
“Thank you for waiting,” a voice said.
The lords inside froze.
It was Eva Gellion, the woman who had brought their 60,000-strong army to its knees with just 300 soldiers, albeit with the help of divine power.
The lords, who had been cursing Roth moments before, turned their gaze toward her, their thoughts silenced.
“Shall we begin the peace negotiations?”
The term “peace negotiations” carried an immense weight, and it was clear to everyone that these were essentially surrender terms.
Naturally, the lords of Moabmon were in an overwhelmingly disadvantageous position.
They had started the war without justification and, worse still, had been utterly crushed. The consequences would be severe.
“The reparations alone will be enormous. We’ll need at least 300,000 gold coins just to free the prisoners…” “And on top of that, the loss of weapons and supplies… If they demand land, we might lose half our territories…”
The thought of the impending losses was already giving the lords a headache.
Eva Gellion, standing before them, spoke calmly.
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