I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 65 --In an Instant, Three Spellbeasts Perish

"Being our food is an honor for you. Who among you will voluntarily step forward to serve us?"

The fox arrogantly blinked its eyes, its gaze shifting over Thomas, John, and the others.

These villagers had relatively high levels; consuming them would be much more enjoyable!

However, just as the three spellbeasts exuded an extreme chill, they suddenly realized that a fierce wind howled through the heavens and earth.

Then, golden divine light descended from the sky like massive beams, crushing down upon them with immense force. Their bodies instantly sank, their bones creaking under the pressure, rendering them completely immobile!

The fox and the two mountain wolves bore the immense pressure, their pupils contracting sharply as their expressions turned to utter terror!

No matter how they struggled, the golden pillars of light remained immovable, pressing down on them like an unshakable weight.

It was as if they had fallen into a swamp, unable to even move a single toe!

This oppressive force was even more terrifying than when they had faced the Dark Troll directly.

"How can such a terrifying existence exist in this small village?"

The fox and the two mountain wolves exchanged glances, seeing the disbelief in each other’s eyes.

Then, realization struck them—no wonder Tommy was so desperate to flee here at all costs.

This village truly had an unimaginable force aiding him.

At that moment, the cunning fox felt a twinge of fear and regret. It had been careless!

Tommy was a tier-4 Awakener, and he had risked everything to get here. A little careful thought should have revealed that something was amiss.

If it had been in its past, solitary days, it would have exercised utmost caution.

However, ever since becoming one of the Dark Troll’s subordinates, it had gradually become arrogant and lost the innate prudence that once kept it alive.

After all, who could have expected that this seemingly ordinary village concealed an unfathomable power?

Meanwhile, the two mountain wolves, notorious for preying on the weak, were now trembling violently, their tails tucked tightly beneath their bodies.

Their shivering forms made them look as if they were being lashed by an invisible, icy rain—small, pitiful, and helpless.

"We... we were just joking! We meant no offense. Please... have mercy on us..."

One of the mountain wolves pleaded with a trembling voice, staring fearfully at the temple from which the divine pressure emanated. With a thud, it kowtowed repeatedly.

They didn’t dare mention the Dark Troll behind them.

Because in their perception, the divine might before them was even more formidable than the Dark Troll itself. Even invoking its name would be useless!

But their desperate pleas fell on deaf ears.

With a deafening rumble that shook the heavens and earth, rolling flames suddenly tore through the void, engulfing them completely. Then, three house-sized fireballs descended from above, crashing into their paralyzed bodies.

Boom!

The three spellbeasts were instantly consumed by the sea of fire, vanishing from sight.

Normally, spellbeast souls were valuable commodities, useful for crafting various Hellish Artifacts or even direct consumption.

However, as a deity walking the path of light, Owen refrained from employing such dark methods. After all, he was a god, no longer a mere mortal—he had his own dignity to uphold.

Though he had no need for their souls, their physical remains were still valuable, capable of being exchanged for divine points. Naturally, Owen had no intention of wasting them.

Thus, after their souls were incinerated by the flames, their bodies were collected into Owen’s Divine Space.

At that moment, with the three spellbeasts instantly eradicated by Deus Initium, the villagers present all displayed expressions of awe.

Even though they were well aware of Deus Initium’s power, these were tier-4 spellbeasts. Such formidable creatures were nearly impossible for any of them to defeat alone. Only by banding together could the village’s Awakeners hope to bring them down.

Yet in the face of Deus Initium, these tier-4 spellbeasts hadn’t even lasted a single breath before being reduced to ashes!

Tommy swallowed hard, taking a moment to recover from his shock.

Then, without hesitation, he knelt before Deus Initium’s temple, bowing fervently to the divine statue.

"Thank you, Deus Initium! Thank you, Deus Initium!"

Tommy’s voice trembled with excitement and gratitude. After all, the people who had fled with him today were his dearest family.

If Deus Initium hadn’t intervened, they would have been doomed the moment the three tier-4 spellbeasts targeted them. Even after using Mist Spell to escape here, they had been further saved from their pursuers.

This act of divine intervention etched an eternal gratitude into Tommy’s heart.

Behind Tommy, Revan and the others stared at Deus Initium’s temple in shock.

Before arriving, their impression of Deus Initium had been vague—they only knew that Thomas had slain spellbeasts and, as his deity, Deus Initium had gained some prestige within Black Iron.

However, they never expected that Deus Initium was a true god who had saved them at a critical moment!

Judging by Deus Initium’s displayed strength, it was overwhelming—tier-4 spellbeasts were obliterated in an instant. The power of Deus Initium was simply terrifying.

Revan even had a strong feeling that, before Deus Initium, the Dark Troll was nothing more than an insignificant pawn.

As Tommy and his family were overwhelmed with gratitude, Thomas swept his gaze over the villagers and spoke in a firm voice:

"Everyone, today, Deus Initium has once again protected us. From now on, we must be even more devout in our faith. All for Deus Initium!"

Thomas’s declaration echoed through the village, reaching the ears of every resident.

Most of the villagers had never witnessed Deus Initium’s power in such proximity before. Now, they were visibly excited, their faces flushed with exhilaration.

The stronger Deus Initium was, the more secure they felt. After all, the greater the god’s power, the less they had to fear the spellbeasts!

...

At that moment, Owen glanced at the remains of the spellbeasts and promptly deposited them into his system’s pawnshop.

"295 divine points! What a great harvest!"

Owen was quite satisfied. These divine points were equivalent to what he could normally accumulate over several days of refining Hellish Artifacts!

Afterward, Owen turned his attention to the devotee statistics.

Daily Spice Points: 16,544

S-rank Devotees: 0 (Each provides 100,000 daily spice points)A-rank Devotees: 0 (Each provides 10,000 daily spice points)B-rank Devotees: 0 (Each provides 1,000 daily spice points)C-rank Devotees: 16 (Each provides 100 daily spice points)D-rank Devotees: 1,105 (Each provides 10 daily spice points)E-rank Devotees: 3,954 (Each provides 1 daily spice point)F-rank Devotees: 398 (Each provides 1 spice point every 10 days)

Seeing the system panel, Owen was elated.

He had not been a god for long, yet his number of devotees had already surpassed 5,000, granting him over 16 divine points daily.

This was an achievement unmatched by most deities.

Then, Owen turned his focus to three newly promoted C-rank devotees.

Before the ritual, he had only twelve C-rank devotees.

Now, there were four more!

One was naturally Tommy, while the others were villagers gazing at the temple with fervent devotion.

"James, Joel, Jesse."

Owen’s gaze lingered on James in particular.

"This James is interesting. He has a trace of vampire blood, his vitality is extraordinarily strong. If he learns a body-forging technique, he’ll be quite the asset."

Owen murmured to himself, making a note of James.

It was a pity that, aside from James, Owen had yet to spot anyone else with a special bloodline.

However, Tommy’s son, Revan, showed faint signs of bloodline awakening, suggesting that he was not an ordinary person. Since his bloodline had not fully awakened, it was still unclear what kind it was, but he was worth keeping an eye on.

That said, Owen had already used up all his Awakening Scrolls, so he could only wait until he had more before giving one to Revan.

In any case, there was no rush. His priority remained improving his own strength—these devotees were merely the foundation and support.