They all call me an Outer God.

Unlike the cold and violent voice from before, this voice was young, peaceful, and incredibly soothing, as if all dangers would be easily resolved in its presence, and people could entrust everything to its master.

Who is this?
Such questions arose in people's minds, but the giants were all moved when they heard this voice.

"My Lord..."

They called out to him.

Are you willing to accept this?

That voice still echoed in everyone's minds.

Ladies and gentlemen, are you willing to be treated like objects and disposed of at will by your own ruler?

Everyone in the city will die. It's no use trying to escape now, because the royal city has been sealed off by the aura of death. Soon, these things will completely seep into the blood of every one of you.

Even if they can't kill you, the sword of revelation will shatter your souls to pieces, all because of fabricated charges.

Tabalf believed that Hephisgate had brought all this upon them, yet none of them had followed Ria to Barkley.

Ultimately, it was because the king could not bear the humiliation and was too suspicious. Even without Ria, He would have chosen to massacre the city at some point in the future.

Aren't all the people in the city sacrificial offerings, being raised in captivity?

The fear among the masses surged like waves; no one was willing to die, and survival remained the desire of the vast majority.

"We don't want to die! We don't want to die!"

"Whoever it is... please save us, we want to live!"

"The city gates were sealed off, and the air was full of sand."

"Cough cough cough, I can't breathe... Help me, I don't want to die..."

As time went by, cries of agony began to rise and fall.

At that moment, lines of strange, golden characters began to appear in front of each of them.

Those were contracts for transactions.

Are you willing to accept this?

Not reconciled.

"We are not reconciled!"

What are you going to do?

"Resist!"

How do you resist "God"?

“We will seek the protection of any god. We are willing to do anything for Him who can protect us. What humans cannot do, God can do.”

So that's what you guys were thinking...

Amidst the chaos of the city, the "god," whose body was shrouded in a black, misty cloak, curled the corners of his mouth in a playful smile.

The next second, his figure disappeared from the spot, and then was infinitely expanded in the sky, almost covering half of the sky.

The god slowly opened his arms to the increasingly terrified people below, making a gesture of God's love for the world.

Despite the eerie and ethereal aura emanating from him, and despite the eyes that occasionally flickered in and out of his pitch-black attire, his tone remained gentle.

"Shh——"

A huge, deadly blade shot out from afar and pierced his heart.

He actually shielded the entire royal city from that sword strike...

Don't be afraid.

"God" smiled and told everyone that death was not terrible.

I will free you all from your chains; I will give you all freedom, the strength and courage to fight; I will grant you all the right to kill your monarch.

In the name of God, I hereby declare that you are all free.

In the name of humanity, I hereby declare that the anthem of humankind is called the anthem of courage.

He reached out and forcefully pushed the longsword that had pierced his heart out, then, holding the sword that symbolized death, he turned to protect the city.

Your courage is my strength; call upon my name!

I fight for you.

[Call upon me—Rama Ophid, the Titan God]

"My Lord!!!"

At that moment, when they heard the enormous figure utter that name, all the giants were moved to tears. They gritted their teeth and roared, unaware of how many years they had been waiting for this day.

Endless oppression, endless exploitation, endless resistance—in the hearts of every giant there is such a figure, like a pillar supporting the sky, who would hold up the entire sky even if it collapsed.

He has always been Barkley's guardian angel, and now—He has returned!

"Welcome! Great Titan!!! Our exalted ruler!"

Amidst the astonished gazes of the soldiers, both the severely wounded Hanu and the unharmed Hanu stood up and shouted towards the enormous figure.

Not only them, but the giant god's body was so enormous that even the giants on the other side of the desert caught sight of him, and for a moment they all did the same thing.

"Praise be to you! Valiant King! Leader of War!"

At this moment, the giants were freed from their status as slaves. They were no longer lowly Hanu. Their king had returned, and they would stand up—they would stand up!!!
"Heroic hero! We beseech your appearance! We pray that your arrival will bring peace to the people of this desolate land!"

"It's here! It's here! It's here!"

Their bodies were tall, and the power of their shouts was particularly terrifying, almost making the earth tremble.

The soldiers who had been so oppressive were now frozen in place by this scene, as if petrified. They felt their souls trembling and were inspired by a strange encouragement that made them all call out the name that had been sealed away by the yellow sand for so long.

"Praise be to you...praise be to you! Valiant King! Leader of war!"

The enormous, dark figure smiled slightly, raised a hand to all of them, spread its five fingers, and then clenched it tightly.

What should we do if someone wants to kill us?

"kill!"

What if He had been your King?

No one has the right to be above the people! If there is, then—

"kill!!!!!!!!"

Everyone raised their fists, and the blood of glory filled their veins at that moment. Their desire for victory and resistance would become the nourishment for the gods to move forward.

The divine instigation had succeeded. Ria laughed and turned around, meeting the gaze of the knight who had been throwing the sword of death at them from afar. He slowly raised the sword in his hand, bent his body, and made a throwing motion.

"boom!!!!!"

The next moment, the sword of death was thrown back by Ria, piercing the yellow sand with a sharp whooshing sound. Had the person opposite not dodged quickly, the sword would have completely embedded itself in the gap specially left for the eyes on His hard helmet. The Death Knight's face turned green, if he still had any dignity left.

He probably never imagined that he would meet Rama Ofed here, that Titan who should have disappeared long ago, and he also never imagined that the person he was going to kill was him.

Although the appearance is different, the aura emanating from that figure is the same, whether in the past or now.

Rama Ofed died for a ridiculous, human-centered justice, and his body was devoured by numerous scarab beetles until no remains were found.

But His soul remains.

Now Ria is fully qualified to call himself Him, to inherit His desire and will to declare war on injustice.

"As you can see, I am not Hephaestus. Have I disappointed you?"

"Even so, do you still want to kill everyone in the city?"

"Die, die! You all deserve to die! I will dedicate everything to the past!"

Having been corrupted by the Death Knight and transformed into Him, Tabarf is probably incapable of any remorse. Once the ritual of sacrificing to the past begins, it will not end. Now He craves killing, and Ria, who stops Him, is the primary target to be eliminated.

"Wow—"

The gray horse beneath Him took a step forward, let out a neigh, and then the muscles in its limbs suddenly tensed.

With a leap, the horse charged towards Ria, covering a hundred meters in a single stride. The area swept by its hooves turned even the yellow sand into a gray-white expanse.

The horse was gray, the knight was gray, and the sword was gray as well; only the knight's eyes behind his armor were an unusually bright red.

After absorbing the surging emotions of the crowd, Ria also became incredibly excited. Like a snake that had been starving for a long time and had finally found its prey, he greedily sniffed the air of death, and a huge scythe formed from the accumulation of tentacles gradually appeared in his hand.

"The struggle between the powers of death is interesting."

The outcome of this battle will determine whether he can unite the Apocalypse, whether he can come into contact with the true radiant sunrise, and the future of all life.

Therefore, Ria can only win, he cannot lose, he wants to win.

He was risking everything, challenging the angels as meme number two; he couldn't afford to lose.

"Swarth!"

With a shout, the thick black fog instantly gathered around him, and a huge black dragon emerged from it. It then carried Ria into the air and away from the royal city, taking advantage of the high altitude to open its mouth at the knights below.

A chilling white breath instantly shot out from its throat, its scorching heat enough to melt the yellow sand in an instant.

The grey horse leaped high, stepping over the flames, and at that moment the Death Knight silently raised his longsword, which cleaved through the void, pointing directly at Ria's heart.

But just as the gray sword was about to strike Swarth, its form flashed and vanished into a thick black mist, only to reappear behind the Death Knight in the next instant.

"Shh!"

The sharp scythe fell like lightning, but was blocked by the Death Knight with his longsword. The two collided, producing a deafening roar.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Ria's laughter echoed in the sandstorm; at this moment, he seemed more like a ghost from the abyss than the knight opposite him.

The Death Knight remained silent, his eyes filled only with the desire to kill, and nothing more.

"what are you laughing at?"

He seemed to be angered.

"I saw something very interesting."

Just now, when Ria got close, he saw part of what was inside the knight's armor. At first, he thought he was seeing things, but after repeatedly checking, Ria realized that the seemingly cold and solemn death knight's armor was actually filled with densely packed lumps of flesh covered with malignant tumors.

"You'd go to such lengths for the sake of the person behind you? Does becoming their angel really warp your mind and make you treat them like their dog?"

"Shut up! How could a beast like you possibly understand that person's nobility? Die!!!"

The Death Knight's aura grew increasingly violent. He used the power of death to corrupt Ria as Ria got close, but this clearly had no effect. Instead, it made Ria laugh more and more uncontrollably.

He patted the head of the black dragon beneath him, and the dragon roared deafeningly.

It spread its enormous wings, blotting out the sky, and an ancient and powerful force surged from its body and that of Ria, instantly darkening the world.

Even though it was still daytime, people were horrified to discover that a red moon had appeared next to the sun at some unknown time, and then gradually swallowed its light until it was the only one left in the sky.

A solar eclipse has occurred.

Crimson mercilessly enveloped all gray and white colors, completely assimilating them.

The enormous "Grim Reaper" also stood on the black dragon's back, raising its scythe high against the red moonlight.

"You have only just become a Death Knight, and your understanding of death is not thorough, nor is your control over its power sufficient."

"Let me tell you what real death is."

Ria's expression grew increasingly cruel. At that moment, he also dragged Dales out of the shadows and put it on his own face until the gap between them completely disappeared.

The divine power of chaos surged into Ria's body, causing the eyes behind the Death Knight's armor to suddenly blaze with fury.

"Everyone..."

"This is the land of the dead; it's time to come out and stir things up."

The moment Ria uttered those words, the Death Knight below felt the earth tremble.

The gray horse beneath him neighed sharply and paced around, as if reminding its master to flee immediately.

In the land of yellow sand, countless dead ended their silence under the shroud of the red moon.

They moved their stiff and numb bones, tearing apart the coffins that sealed them without any hesitation, and then ripping off strips of cloth that bound their bodies as they crawled out of the tomb.

Barkley is a land where the dead are never short of life. The dead are brought back to the light of day, howling menacingly as they disappear into the yellow sand, only to be pulled from the shadows to the battlefield by Ria in the next moment.

"You beast, you've successfully angered me—"

The Death Knight's voice was hoarse as the two clashed once more. This time, Ria swung her scythe, carving out a black rift—the gateway to the Dreamland.

The Death Knight, however, seemed to have seen through his tricks and swung his sword at the crack in advance, attempting to seal it off.

The forces of the two collided, generating a huge energy fluctuation. The bodies of the dead were decomposed and forcibly reconstructed, and the entire desert trembled, as if it were about to collapse under this force.

Clearly, the dead summoned by Ria were nothing to the Death Knight. He had already discovered that Ria's power was not as great as his own, and as long as he continued to exhaust Ria's strength, he would eventually be able to completely devour him.

The three great divine powers hidden within His body truly made Him desire them.

"You are no match for me."

"is it?"

Ria gently tapped the mask on her face, her scarlet, pure smile standing out even more in the dim light.

"You can guess who else is dead in this land of yellow sand, and what I just did."

(End of this chapter)