Chapter 24: Chapter24-Little Kong!
"That was way too fast!"
Owen stared at the now-empty shelf.
The Hell's Scythe had been listed for barely an instant before it was instantly sold out.
He had assumed that a 20 divine point price tag would take some time to sell, but to his surprise, it had been snatched up immediately.
Feeling the extra 20 divine points in his body, his face was filled with joy.
Though it had taken three hours to forge, after deducting the cost, he still profited 10 divine points—a ridiculously fast rate compared to his usual accumulation of divine points.
"No wonder some deities demand outrageous prices. If the trades go through, the profits are massive!"
Owen smirked, momentarily tempted to become a greedy merchant.
However, he wasn't a heartless profiteer.
For one, his pricing was reasonable.
For another, the Hell's Scythe truly provided these deities a genuine increase in survival rate, allowing them to become significantly stronger.
Only with strength could one survive. Without it, divine points meant nothing—just fleeting dust in the wind.
"Alright, alright! Since so many deities need my help, I'll put off increasing my god skill proficiency for now."
Owen quickly changed his mind, feeling excited.
He immediately started channeling divine points once again, sketching out another Hell's Scythe before him.
The first time had taken him three hours, but that was because he was inexperienced.
He believed that with practice, he could drastically increase his forging speed.
Soon, apart from resting and monitoring his devotees, he would be able to forge six Hell's Scythes per day.
If they all sold out, he could earn 60 divine points daily—far more than his usual month-long earnings.
If sustained, this would amount to 1,800 divine points per month—an immense fortune for someone who had just become a 1-Star Ancient God.
However, Owen was also aware that deities willing to spend 20 divine points on a Hellish Artifact were a minority.
Moreover, as more deities ascended to 1-Star Ancient God, his monopoly on this business would gradually fade.
Still, for now, he could continue profiting for some time.
Although it would be tiring, the thought of accumulating divine points rapidly filled him with exhilaration.
Meanwhile...
In the mountains outside Annasi, the deeper they ventured, the rougher the paths became—making it even harder to locate other villages.
In these chaotic times, many villages had been forced deep into the mountains, becoming isolated from the outside world.
However, in these remote areas, spellbeasts were far more numerous.
Many villages that had sought refuge in the mountains, hoping to live in self-sufficiency, had soon found themselves in a grim reality—
They were surrounded and "farmed" by spellbeasts.
Just like cattle pens, spellbeasts had turned human villages into livestock farms.
Periodically, they would devour the elderly or the young, maintaining their supply of food.
This area had long been labeled the "Fallen Lands" by Black Iron, a place no one dared to approach.
The spellbeasts here were far too ruthless and powerful, each one a monstrous predator.
At this moment, leading the way, Thomas narrowed his eyes and gazed ahead.
"This village has a large population... but it's being farmed by a Little Kong."
"That Little Kong has already reached tier-3..."
"But it's only at tier-3 mid-stage—it's not my match."
Thomas muttered to himself.
This expedition wasn't just about rescuing the villagers from the Fallen Lands—
It was also about exterminating these spellbeasts.
After all, those who had suffered under spellbeast oppression would deeply appreciate the protection of a god—
Their faith would be fervent, their devotion unwavering.
This was the best way to gain high-quality devotees.
It was a decision Thomas had deliberated upon carefully.
His goal wasn't just to complete Deus Initium's divine decree—
He aimed to exceed expectations and execute it flawlessly.
To achieve this, he had to ensure both the quality and quantity of devotees.
The villagers trapped in the Fallen Lands had suffered far worse than those in Annasi.
In Annasi, though they had been oppressed by the Vampire Baron, his attacks had been periodic, merely draining a few villagers of blood.
Since the four villages had a sizable population, they had barely endured.
But in the Fallen Lands, people lived under constant fear of being eaten—
They were in a state of constant psychological torment.
It was a miracle that many hadn't gone insane.
Moreover, some high-level spellbeasts had already developed advanced intelligence.
Not only did they enslave humans, but they also formed alliances with other spellbeasts—
Working together to farm human villages while enjoying their feasts.
Whenever food ran low, they would raid other areas for fresh humans.
Standing behind Thomas, Eric's expression was grim.
As the former village chief of Lucas Village, he knew just how terrifying the Fallen Lands were.
The spellbeasts here were all exceptionally strong, most of them no weaker than tier-3.
Even though their group had many people, aside from Old John and Thomas, the rest were only tier-1 or tier-2 awakeners.
If they faced a tier-3 spellbeast, they would be in serious danger.
"Thomas, these spellbeasts are too dangerous. Should we proceed more cautiously?"
Spellbeasts were not just powerful—they could also call reinforcements.
Acting rashly could escalate the situation into a disaster.
"We have Deus Initium behind us!"
"No matter how powerful these spellbeasts are, in the face of Deus Initium, they are nothing but livestock waiting for slaughter!"
Thomas declared with unwavering confidence.
Hearing this, Eric nodded in agreement.
If it were just them, they might indeed be wiped out.
But with Deus Initium's divine power, what could a mere spellbeast do?
Eric's tension faded, replaced by eagerness for battle.
Behind them, Benjamin, Kevin, and the others also nodded, elemental power rippling through their bodies—
They were ready to fight.
Their faith in Deus Initium was absolute—
To them, Deus Initium was an invincible existence!
"Move out!"
With spirits high, Thomas raised his hand, leading his men toward the ruined village ahead.
"Who goes there? How dare you trespass?"
As they reached the village entrance, two towering men—their skin black as ink—stood guard with massive blades, glaring at them coldly.
Despite Thomas' group being numerous and powerful, these two men showed no fear.
After all, they were commanders under Little Kong!
Little Kong was a tier-3 spellbeast, an unimaginably powerful existence—
If these intruders dared to attack, Little Kong would annihilate them all!
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Having sided with the spellbeast, these two had feasted on their own kind—
A sickening indulgence that had corrupted them completely.
They sneered, believing that if these outsiders resisted, they could kill and eat them—
Earning Little Kong's favor in the process.
"Humans who serve spellbeasts are nothing but traitorous dogs—kill them all!"
Thomas scowled at their putrid stench, issuing a cold command.
Before the two could react, fireballs exploded against their chests—
Engulfing them in flames and reducing them to charred corpses.
The battle had begun.