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Cooperation will not be achieved through simple words, as that would be meaningless.

It is enough for each other to know that communication is possible.

Perhaps soon, they will collaborate on something.

......

Meanwhile, Guts and his men fought their way out of the church, fighting their way through, and soon broke through the encirclement.

They did not kill anyone who attacked them, after all, everyone present belonged to the type of reincarnators with very high moral standards.

And in truth, it was indeed their fault.

Why would Suzuki suddenly do something like this?

Kazuma grumbled in bewilderment, but he knew the answer perfectly well in his heart.

For reincarnators, there's a reason to do anything that earns reward points.

Just as Kazuma enjoys searching for treasures, some reincarnators might prefer to obtain rewards by constantly triggering events and storylines.

If anyone is to blame, it's only that they failed to see through Suzuki Satoru, who had always been taciturn, and the cold nature hidden beneath his honesty and silence.

Either don't do it at all, or do it big!

"There's no point in saying anything more now."

Leos shook his head, looked at the gradually burning southern sky, and said softly.

"Should we evacuate now, or...?"

At this moment, almost all the adventurers in Orario were gathering outside the city.

They would unite to fight against the man-made, god-like being Piltover, created at the cost of the blood of the entire Apollo clan.

The opportunity is perfect; if they evacuate now, there won't be anyone to stop them.

but......

Almost at the same time, a commotion broke out in the guild's direction, followed by panicked reports from guild members transmitted through the divine mirror.

Monsters, large numbers of monsters, even those that should be found in the lower levels, are pouring out of the dungeons.

Uranus' prayers seem to have gone awry; the dungeons are descending into unprecedented activity and riots!

This put the adventurers who were preparing to gather their forces to deal with Piton in a dilemma!

"You guys go ahead... I'll farm some more reward points before I go back."

Guts turned around and said casually, carrying the Dragon Slayer Sword on his back, and walked towards the entrance of the dungeon without looking back.

They and the Orario people were indeed on opposing sides, but Guts still went to kill those monsters.

Let's just say he's greedy and wants to earn more reward points. As for reasons, there are as many as you want!

Leos didn't hesitate and followed closely behind, while Kazuma, Stank, and Jell exchanged glances, shrugged, and also chased after them.

Indeed, they are a group of greedy, locust-like creatures who will not act without self-interest.

Even so, they will not abandon their bottom line without hesitation because of the simple word 'profit'.

At this moment, at the entrance to the guild dungeon, the simple defensive line that the guild had maintained collapsed instantly as a large number of monsters rushed in and appeared.

These monsters seem to have transcended the limitations of different levels; the rampaging dungeon has directly caused monsters from the lower levels to be born in the upper levels as well.

Eina fell to the ground, her face pale. The opposing crowd pushed her down, and before her stood a Minotaur, panting heavily, its skin dripping with fresh blood.

The crimson giant axe came crashing down on her head, and in that instant, Eina closed her eyes.

She sensed that death was coming.

But the next moment, she felt darkness fall over her head. Without feeling the pain of being attacked, Eina mustered the courage to open her eyes and saw the figure of a berserker clad in black armor and wielding a greatsword.

He was silent, yet like a black steel whirlwind, he plunged into the endless waves of monsters.

Chapter 34: 138. The Hero Who Saved the World

The walls of the labyrinth city have collapsed.

As the adventurers gathered to guard the city walls, a beam of light from the god Piton was fired from the horizon, which was nowhere in sight.

The instant of contact caused a massive explosion that cracked the ground and created a shockwave. A destructive tsunami that spread outwards instantly engulfed all the adventurers defending the city walls, scattering them and even affecting the mages who had just cast their spells.

The hard-won defensive line collapsed in an instant. The forwards, who were hit by the shockwave at close range, were obviously injured, and many defenders also fell to the ground. Only a few people managed to get up, their hands or knees trembling as they braced themselves.

The vast grassland, with smoke rising from cracks in the ground, presented a scene of utter carnage.

Despite the vast distance, the breath attack still managed to achieve a beyond-visual-range effect, a terrifying power that far surpasses anything most adventurers could ever witness in their lifetime.

Beneath the crumbling city walls, the adventurers saw the Divine Abomination, Piton, flapping its deformed wings and crawling in a twisted, undulating manner.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, this golden and deformed monster exuded a familiar yet oppressive feeling.

Deity

It was like a monster crawling out of a nightmare, yet it exuded a kind of oppressive power and terror that only a god could emanate.

Even just witnessing this scene from afar was enough to break the will of many weak-willed adventurers.

What they inevitably felt was more bewilderment.

Why would they fight a monster with the power of a god?

God gave them grace, God gave them strength, they made offerings to the gods, they fought against monsters, but who taught them how to fight a monster that wielded divine power?

The second wave of attack arrived immediately. The roar of the collapsing city walls still echoed in their ears as the second beam of light tore through the clouds like a golden serpent.

This time, Piton no longer hesitated to display its ferocity. Its twisted neck drew a strange arc across the plain, and its tumor-stacked back spewed out scorching flames. The fragments that shimmered with holy light fell on the scorched earth, igniting a ghostly blue flame that devoured steel.

The surviving adventurers witnessed a sight they would never forget: the defenses of the once-proud labyrinthine city peeled away like paper, and the walls that had stood for a thousand years shattered inch by inch under the light of Piton, emitting a piercing wail like glass rubbing against glass.

The first-tier adventurer warriors in the vanguard gripped their broken swords, trying to stand up, but the moment they came into contact with that invisible pressure, they fell to their knees. Piton didn't even need to attack; he only needed to mobilize the slight divine power squeezed from the blood of Apollo within his body to render them unable to rise again.

"Reorganize the troops and regroup!"

"You're asking the impossible!"

The adventurers lost their semblance of order; the drawbacks of scattering in small families immediately became apparent, and chaos and instability gripped them. Some retreated temporarily, some healed their companions, and others began chanting and attempting another attack. Everyone acted independently.

As if mocking these adventurers who were no longer united, Piton looked up.

The dazzling divine power shot towards us like a cannonball.

The adventurers who still had the courage and will to resist were instantly pinned to the ground.

Defeat can happen in an instant.

Even with the relentless efforts of high-ranking adventurers, including Riveria, Finn, and Grace of the Loki Familia, and Ota, Hedin, and Hegny of the Freya Familia...

No matter how powerful they were, they were still mortals. Faced with the divine might continuously released by the golden divine abomination, they were suppressed to the ground and unable to move. In a sense, their status as a clan made it even more impossible for them to resist the oppression of the divine might.

At this moment, the gods within the city were unable to unleash their divine power.

The barrier remained stubbornly in place, and any deity who used divine power would be instantly repelled back into the sky. Even without Uranus, the gods who wanted to stop it were destined to be unable to intervene.

Because there are gods who intend to stop Piton, there are also gods who desire to see him destroy Orario.

"Yes, that's perfect, that's exactly how it should be!!!"

"Hestia, well done!"

In a corner of Orario, a golden-haired god in a purple robe and wearing an emerald crown gazed at the chaotic city, laughing wildly with glee.

His name was Dionysus, the god of wine.

He is undoubtedly a god who craves the destruction of Orario and revels in the destruction of Pyth!

Because he was by nature the god of madness, wine brought intoxication, escape, and pleasure, but more often it brought chaos. He loved chaos and often incited the gods to kill each other. He loved to see fear and despair, because this chaos was what he craved.

In fact, this is the 'nature' of many deities.

Because of the immortality of the gods, the countless gods in the heavens have always enjoyed killing each other as a pastime. One moment they are fighting to the death, and the next they are shaking hands and making peace.

After descending to the mortal realm and losing their divine powers, many gods actually restrained their true nature. But Dionysus was different; he simply enjoyed seeing chaos.

Even without Piton, he himself was already planning the destruction of Orario.

Before he could even finalize the results, this unexpected outsider had already helped him fulfill his wish.

Compared to the celestial avatar he wanted to create, it was clear that the divine abomination created by the foreign magician he admired using Apollo's divine blood and that special ritual could cause far more thorough destruction!

Although not a god, he could wield divine power and perfectly exploited the bug in the rules set by Uranus.

Even if it were to devour Apollo—

The mere thought of that scene filled Dionysus with uncontrollable ecstasy and joy!

However, hehehehe, I can't laugh, because I have to help this cute little kid and destroy the entire Netherworld with him.

Dionysus's gaze was fixed on Apollo, while many other gods who shared similar thoughts were also 'keeping watch' over the gods who intended to interfere.

This is why the gods were absolutely unable to stop it.

If you make a move, I'll make a move too, like we each possess a nuclear bomb. If you use a nuclear bomb to put out the fire, I'll immediately unleash even greater destruction.

Moreover, this was done entirely in accordance with the rules, since the gods of the lower realms were not allowed to use their divine power; this was their only rule.

So the gods could only watch as this enormous 'world boss' breached their city and was about to wipe out all their hard-earned accounts.

Even more critically, a riot broke out in the dungeon at this moment.

With tigers in front and wolves eyeing from behind, Orario's destruction seems imminent.

And at this moment——

Piton stopped in its tracks. Its head, covered with compound eyes, was slightly raised, as if sensing something. The clouds in the sky began to swirl, forming a huge vortex, and the plain that had been shrouded in golden light suddenly darkened.

All the adventurers instinctively looked up and saw a crack appear in the center of the vortex. At first, it was just a faint blue-white light, but it quickly transformed into a pillar of light that pierced through the heavens and the earth—it was neither a gift from the gods nor the breath of a demon, but a bolt of lightning of pure perfection.

It has no divine power, nor is it magic. Rather, it is the power bestowed by the gods that allows those who wield this power to exercise the authority of thunder.

Bell Craney stared down, his two-colored eyes never wavering, fixed on the center of his field of vision.

Facing the monster that had repelled the onslaught of a large group of adventurers and routed them, Bell prepared his ever-glowing black greatsword.

The trigger factor of "Hero's Wish" was activated, but this time, the object of his imagination and admiration was no longer Guts from the beginning, nor Achilles from just now.

Human strength is insufficient to fight this monster.

Even though it sounds disheartening, human strength has its limits. Faced with a monster that has gained divine power, no mortal hero, not even his favorite Argonaut hero, can change anything.

The only thing that can stand against the gods is the power of the gods themselves.

"Grandfather, it turns out you've always been with me..."

Bell's Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke softly, pleading with his own body.

His mother was from the Hera clan, and his father was from the Zeus clan.

But this will not bring him the inheritance of divine blood. The Bell Crane of the past was undoubtedly a weak, crybaby, and wavering child.

But the one who raised him was Zeus in disguise, a great god like Uranus.

Perhaps their chosen path to growth was to become an ordinary person who could live a happy life, or perhaps a hero. And Bell, after being trained by Guts and strengthened by Akihime, had already become that kind of being.

But now, when faced with something beyond the hero's power, all we can do is pray for that power—even if it comes at a terrible price.

Heroes are judged by their actions, not their origins. Whether their strength comes from prayer or training, as long as they act heroically, they can be called heroes.

A flash of electricity appeared in Bell's pupils, and ancient syllables burst from his lips:

“Fulgur ab caelo, Ignis ex profundo (Thunder descends from the sky, flames surge from the abyss)——”

The vortex in the sky suddenly accelerated, and countless bolts of lightning, like giant silver pythons, burrowed into his body, completely transforming his dark blue figure into a glowing silhouette. The magma beneath the ground seemed to be awakened, and orange-red streams of light seeped from the cracks in the city walls, winding upwards along his footprints and intertwining with the lightning in his palm to form a spiral pillar of energy.

“Sanctus est nomen tuum, Magna est virtus tua (Holy is your name, mighty is your strength)——”

Under the watchful eyes of all the desperate adventurers in Orario, and in the gaze of the gods.

Everything about Bell Craney has been completely exposed.

"God? No, He is changing into our image?"

Loki finally understood what had happened to Bell: it wasn't a transformation by divine power, but rather someone had used a miracle that even the gods couldn't accomplish to elevate a mortal to their level of existence.

From a mortal to a demigod.

Even for the gods, this was an absolute miracle.