184 Come, pray to the gods.

Seizing the chaos as the two armies collide, I begin my own movement.

Target: the white group.

Their attire suggests clerical pretense. I assume this is the main force of the Divine Word Sect.

Those sent to this battlefield likely believe in the Divine Word Sect with genuine fervor, unaware of higher command. Irrelevant.

Whether they know or not, they fulfill all conditions for my target of resentment perfectly. I wish them to accept their bad luck and give up.

Preparing magic while moving.

Using spatial mobility, I glide above the battlefield.

Time for a large-scale technique.

Arriving above the white group.

The magic, prepared in tandem, completes.

No hesitation. Activation.

Dark Magic: Abyssal Realm.

A wide-area extermination spell, the highest in offensive power and range among those I can activate, excluding Abyss Magic.

Slightly inferior in power to Abyss Magic's Gate of Hell, but with a range nearly equivalent—a circular area approximately 200 meters in diameter.

The area is enveloped in darkness.

For an instant.

After the darkness passes, nothing remains.

Neither people nor objects.

Even wielding a spell of this magnitude is relatively effortless for me now.

Because I utilize parallel consciousness as an operation device without self-awareness.

For me now, activating Abyss Magic itself is effortless.

The white group is nearly annihilated by this single strike.

A gaping hole appears on the battlefield.

Far away, roars and clashing weapons echo—but this area falls into an unnatural stillness.

An overwhelming number of level-up notifications arrived.

The voice from above has been audible for some time now.

If levels rise this easily, I could have destroyed one or two towns without a second thought.

Oh well, never mind.

Recovery is still possible here.

The silent Outsu Coalition Army is ruptured once more by the Dark Realm.

A senseless scene unfolded, as though everything had been erased as if it never happened.

In the silence of the battlefield once more, I descend to the ground.

A crowd with faces like those who had seen despair.

A crowd of faces twisted as if in a grimace, seen from behind.

Both faces are grim.

A soldier with courage charged at me with a blade.

Brave, or perhaps already delirious.

Counter with an arbitrary spell.

The soldier's head bursts open.

Soldiers of the country of Salielar.

Ah…

I've done it.

Even if distorted, the Goddess Cult had, at least, maintained a coherent framework. I had been considering overlooking it.

Observing the military forces of Salielar.

The soldiers' frenzy, their charge, the killing of one by me—none of it has registered yet.

But when comprehension catches up, I will be recognized as an enemy.

They may extol me as a divine beast, but once harm becomes real, they will turn on me.

Humans are like that.

They always betray.

Even if the one betrayed is their benefactor.

As expected, the soldiers of Salielar launched magic attacks toward me.

Simultaneously, the Outsu forces attacked as well—almost as if coordinated.

How cozy.

Ah.

A shared, overwhelming enemy forces them into reluctant alliance, regardless of prior enmity.

Regrettably, I have no interest in such counterfeit camaraderie.

A temporary truce and joint combat won’t change the outcome.

There is no possibility of victory.

Nullify magic with Divine Dragon Power and Dragon Barrier.

Even if the opponent were a dragon or a high-tier dragon, that might be different. But magic wielded by humans? It cannot harm me, even without action.

Counterattack with magic directed at both armies simultaneously.

A new spell learned from observing the old man using it in the Great Labyrinth.

Lightning flashes from both sides of me in rapid succession.

I dislike fire and ice.

Water is next, and light is equally difficult.

But thanks to the effects of the titles acquired through false piety—“Savior,” “Saint,” “World Savior”—light attribute has become a strength.

Apparently, lightning shares affinity with light as well. After obtaining the titles, I confirmed the compatibility had improved.

I was never particularly weak against lightning to begin with. Now, it ranks as my second strongest attribute, after darkness.

Therefore, I intend to develop the lightning magic skill in tandem with light.

Stabbing those who worship gods with light and darkness—rather clever, wouldn’t you say?

Is this divine punishment, or demonic curse?

How do they perceive it, I wonder?

Light flickers. Lightning scatters in violet arcs.

Each strike claims lives, friend or foe alike.

Yes.

Though I was beaten mercilessly by the Demon King, this situation aligns with my current status.

I am incredibly strong.

The Demon King is simply out of bounds.

That kind of power is cheating—pure and simple.

There’s no way I could win.

But that applies to me as well.

Everyone here must be experiencing the same despair I felt when facing the Demon King—or worse.

Undead, immune to all attacks, wielding high-tier magic at will.

That...?

Am I not the strongest?

Why can't I defeat the Demon King?

Curious.

Continuing the massacre while pondering meaningless thoughts.

Sarieira and Outsu are now both cooperating to attack me, yet not a single wound has been inflicted.

I suppress large-scale attacks early.

It's not that I mind taking damage—though it's inconvenient when experience points are lost as collateral.

Therefore, I prioritize eliminating groups preparing wide-area spells.

Another one attempts to charge at me recklessly.

Huh?

Fastest yet.

Wait—child?

"Monster, I'll fight you!"

Why is a child here?

The question resolved itself upon examining the child’s status.

Name: Julius Zagan Anarait.

Title: Hero.

Hmm. After the Demon King, a Hero now?