They all call me an Outer God.

No matter how hungry you are, you can't sell your own weapons! And how much did this guy sell them for... ten Swains?!
Even if the currency wasn't as valuable back then as it is now, this guy still can't do charity like this!
What did He take weapons for?!
Seeing that Saler's gaze was becoming increasingly questioning, the World Serpent scratched its head.

"You haven't experienced extreme hunger. Back then, the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse were still roaming the world freely, and a loaf of bread could sell for 500,000 gold coins."

Weapons and metal were the cheapest commodities; pedestrians were starving to death in droves, while merchants were still dumping milk into the river for their own profit.

"Back then, I was so hungry in the middle of the night that I swallowed my own tail. Then people revered the ouroboros as a sacred symbol of peace, and later, for no apparent reason, they began to elect me as their king."

Saler: "..."

He probably realized that a large part of the World Serpent's words were a joke, but the statement about selling his weapon, the Ten Swarth, was definitely not a lie.

"boom!!!"

The jet-black blade was already slashing down in this direction. Saler hurriedly stretched out his tentacles to pull the jellyfish next to him to block the blade, but the blade disappeared just before it reached the jellyfish.

The next second, it appeared behind Him.

Saler was startled, watching as his severed tentacles quickly swam away from the scene. He turned around and saw a black light slash down, but the blade disappeared again when it touched him. The next moment, there was a "sizzle" sound, and the World Serpent reached out to block in front of its neck.

Countless fine white snake scales appeared on His hands, and then a conspicuous crack appeared in the center of those scales.

It's easy to imagine that if He hadn't used his hand to shield his neck, his head would have fallen off the next moment.

That's what makes the Sword of Damocles so terrifying.

However, the World Serpent's scales were far tougher than Saler had imagined. He swam to the World Serpent's side and marveled, "As expected of the great serpent incarnate known as the 'World Wall' and the 'Endreus Border,' it is indeed tough enough."

This was Saler's reaction, while the World Serpent looked at its own scales, its pupils contracting for a moment.

"I'm injured?"

The World Serpent knew all too well how hard its own scales were. Even though this was just an avatar created by Hephaestus, and its strength was less than one-thousandth of the original, its scales were so hard that they could not be broken even a fraction of the way unless several angels attacked together.

His scales are the strongest shield.

However, His sword is the sharpest spear.

"This is truly a paradox."

The World Serpent reached out again to cover its forehead, and surprisingly managed to grab the blade of the Sword of Damocles. Its sharp serpentine eyes met those of the swordsman behind the sword.

The next second, He opened His mouth, and a poisonous stinger shot out.

In an instant, Ria pulled out his black top hat and covered his head, disappearing completely under its cover. The next second, he reappeared in mid-air, but Ivand had already anticipated this and was slashing at the direction where he had appeared with his scythe.

"Snap—" Lia's hair was cut off. If he had been any slower to dodge, his head would probably have been the one cut off.

As the youth's movements became more and more exaggerated, his long hair, which had been tied up, was cut and then spread out, turning into a wolf tail that looked dark and disheveled.

At that moment, Ria also turned her hat down onto the sharp edge of Ivand's scythe, successfully using the magician's ability to fling the edge to the ground.

In terms of the number of angels, the number he summoned was no less than that of the opposing side. The two angels above were still blowing their horns, while the knights on horseback below were calling on the masses to rise up in rebellion and seize every opportunity to kill Ivan and the others.

There are still memes 2 Perlmands underground, waiting for their chance to strike. If the trumpet angel doesn't die, he'll probably have a hard time becoming a true angel.

Faced with such oppression, Ivand scoffed disdainfully, feeling rather sorry for these angels. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and the two trumpet angels had once served the Rising Sun, but now, having lost their reason, they only served their enemies. If any of them were still sane, they would probably be filled with remorse for their actions and even atone with their deaths.

But reality doesn't offer so many "what ifs." Gherus's ability to sway the masses is stronger than that of the Radiant Sun. The Radiant Sun may have had many followers in the past, but it could never have reached the scale it has today.

In recent years, the dormant calamity has been indulging in the faith of the sun's followers, drawing strength from them. In any case, the gods will no longer let him go.

“Gheros, only you—you must die.”

"Stop talking big. Instead of letting us remain deadlocked here, how about I put on some entertainment... Let my followers perform a sacrifice first?"

Upon hearing His words spoken through Ria's body, all the angels were shocked: "What did you say?"

Only then did they tragically discover that the people outside the barrier had unknowingly begun pouring buckets of blood onto the earth—the blood of livestock—but that was not enough.

The standard procedure for offering sacrifices to evil gods: attract the god's attention with a little bit of fishy smell, then please the god with one's own life and soul, dedicating one's body and mind to Him, and contributing everything to His revival.

Crimson runes were etched into the earth by the masses, and everyone prostrated themselves, raising their swords to their hearts—

【The Star of Judgment】

[The Silent Omen]

[Pioneers of Wandering Songs]

Like a collective chant, they recited His prayer with piety and rapt attention.

[The masses march into destruction with its melody, and the world continues its march of decay and collapse.]

May the star of death rise eternally.

[Praising a jinx]

"Gheros, how dare you—"

Ivand's pupils were alarmingly fierce; pitch black had completely filled the whites of his eyes, a sign that he was about to be consumed by his evil side and lose control.

"Gheros" contemptuously reached out and pinched Ivand's chin: "I've wanted to do this for a long time. Do you know how great I feel right now?"

"All the forbearance, all the humiliation, is worth it now. Come... come! My subjects! Offer your humble lives to your ruler!"

At this moment, everyone turned their blades on themselves, and "Gheros's" smile was almost ferocious, but after a long while, He still did not receive any feedback from His followers.

"what happened?"

He began to have doubts, while at the same time, in the Order Association outside the barrier, groups of investigators were already in a frenzy.

"Containment Item 4-036 has been activated for large-scale amnesia!"

"Containment item 3-010 has been activated to dissolve a metallic product with fixed parameters. The target is specifically the knife in the hand of someone who wants to end their own life. Dissolution complete."

(End of this chapter)