Chapter 312 - I Can Help You Slay God

Summoning Earthbound Wraiths was Estelle and Amanda’s most formidable ability. Estelle had eight Life Dice, Amanda had twelve; together, they could summon a total of twenty Earthbound Wraiths.

If they summoned them all, the manor would be akin to having a 24/7 small-scale personal guard.

Moving forward, they wouldn’t even need to hire maids. With a bit of training, they would become the perfect maids—no need for food, rest, or wages.

The invaders of Weizemay Manor this time totaled ten individuals. In addition to the nine that Gaven’s side had dealt with, there was one that slipped through the net.

But it wasn’t really a slip.

As the nine Dwarves Elf Avengers stepped into the house, and the second sound of a Revolving Hand Cannon echoed, the waiting Dwarves Elf Avenger began to flee.

A devil.

A high-ranking devil had set its sights on her.

Confronted with this high-ranking devil, the Dwarves Elf sacrificer couldn’t muster the courage to resist; her first instinct was to run.

But at that moment, she discovered—

Her Teleportation Spell, Shadow Walk Spell, and Shadow Technique were all unusable.

They were not in the Material Plane but the Shadow Plane.

The Mystlock Lock Barrier enveloping the manor had risen.

Not just a smart one like herself, even a fool could tell this was a trap—a trap meant for them.

The enemy had the power to keep them out from the start, intentionally letting them in only to slaughter them.

Charging in without fully investigating the enemy’s strength was definitely their greatest mistake in this operation.

The Dog Demon trailing her was like a cat toying with a mouse, elegantly pacing behind her.

She knew she was being driven towards the courtyard’s center yet, helplessly.

Because two legs cannot outrun four, and she couldn’t win in a fight either.

The time she took to prepare a spell was all it took for the enemy to rush over and pin her to the ground, using its signature skill—Gnawing.

It was a skill that could potentially gnaw away even one’s soul, though with only about a fifty percent chance.

But even with another dose of courage, she wouldn’t dare to gamble on that fifty percent chance.

She had just been driven into the manor’s courtyard when the sight that greeted her sent chills down her spine.

The two elite Dwarves Elf warriors she brought along were helplessly trampled underfoot by the Heather Treant, transformed into ghosts, their vicious gaze locked onto her, seemingly ready to drag her into the realm of the undead.

Although she worshipped the Goddess of Undead Vengeance and dealing with undead spirits was routine, it was always her controlling the undead, not becoming one herself.

The Dwarves Elf sacrificer kept moving, distancing herself from the Dog Demon and Heather Treant, and called out loudly, "I am willing to surrender, I am willing to trade information for my life, about the Goddess of Undead Vengeance."

Energy Dragon Wings unfurled from behind Gaven, gently flapping as he leaped from the window, hovering above her head, curiously observing her.

This was a very standard Dwarves Elf female, standing less than one and a half meters tall, slender and graceful, the epitome of beauty with a heart-shaped face and long silver hair cascading down to her waist, her skin shimmering like jet, wearing a sacrificer’s oversize robe that was still revealing, subtly showcasing a woman’s best features.

Especially the upper body, the Dwarves Elf sacrificer was endowed with ample pride, paired with a relatively delicate figure, it seemed even more alluring. Gaven, looking down from mid-air, could see even deeper.

The Dwarves Elf sacrificer seemed very aware of her assets, lowering her stance even further to deepen the valley of her chest, looking vulnerable, pitiable, and utterly enchanting.

In such a setting, even a heart of stone might melt into molten iron.

Let alone those creatures often guided by their baser instincts.

It seemed that this Blasphemer was no exception, as a barely concealed desire was evident deep within his gaze.

Discovering this did not frighten the Dwarves Elf sacrificer but instead gave her a sliver of triumph. If she could use this to her advantage, she might have a chance to escape this ordeal.

The Blasphemer spoke in a slightly mocking tone, "You would betray your Deity’s intelligence—aren’t you afraid of your Goddess’s anger, of being stripped of your power to use Divine Arts?"

"Even if I’m stripped of Divine Arts, at least I won’t vanish into smoke," the Dwarves Elf sacrificer replied with utmost respect, her gaze involuntarily flicking towards the Dog Demon.

"What intelligence? Let’s hear it," the Blasphemer said, seeming utterly unbothered.

The Dwarves Elf sacrificer hesitated before deciding to release some heavy-weight information to increase her own value, "Your Grace, by disrupting the Goddess’s grand plan to establish a new God Kingdom, she has decreed a divine edict marking you as Blasphemer. Every believer can distinguish your location with their naked eyes and come to pursue and slay you."

"I knew that already; you don’t need to tell me," the Blasphemer said with the same apparent casualness, as if he did not consider the Goddess of Undead Vengeance a threat at all.

This attitude shocked the Dwarves Elf sacrificer. There were only two possible explanations for such a stance.

Either he was young and naive, ignorant of the power a Deity could wield,

Or he had sufficient backing, unafraid of the full wrath of a Deity. In which case, another Deity more potent than the Goddess of Undead Vengeance was backing him.

Given his demeanor, it was clearly not the former, which left only the latter option.

Considering the current special circumstances of the Goddess of Undead Vengeance,

The Dwarves Elf sacrificer pondered further. Perhaps some Deity wanted to take advantage of the Goddess’s vulnerability, coveting her domains of Undead and Revenge, aiming to expand their own domain in that direction, and he was just a pawn thrown into the game.

If her conjectures were correct, the situation had changed.

This was not merely blasphemy. It was a deliberate conspiracy against the Goddess of Undead Vengeance, the precursor to a new war amongst the gods.

And she was now right in the eye of that storm.

This hypothesis startled the Dwarves Elf Sacrificer, but the more she pondered, the more she felt that her speculation was correct.

In this world, there aren’t that many coincidences, more often there are conspiracies with ulterior motives.

Feeling as if she had grasped a core secret, the Dwarves Elf Sacrificer quickly came to a determination, "We are only the vanguard scouting the situation. The real revenge force is led by High Priestess Dilila. I am willing to assist you in dealing with them, as I am more than familiar with their modus operandi."

"That’s it? You think I need you to tell me that?" the Blasphemer said with an expression that suggested he was being taken for a fool, "Just as well, my manor’s maid numbers haven’t been replenished yet. I’m not afraid of them coming in large numbers, I’m only afraid if they come in few. The more they come, the more I will take."

While they were conversing, Estelle and Amanda, along with six Dwarves Bound Wraiths, had already surrounded them, cutting off all possible escape routes for the Dwarves Elf Sacrificer.

Neither more nor less.

The nine avengers she had brought with her had all arrived on the scene, only now they were in the form of enemies controlled as Ghosts.

Who, after all, were the true believers of the Undead Vengeance Goddess?

Why did it seem as if the others were even better at controlling the Undead than herself?

Whether it be the ones controlled by the Heather Treant or the two women.

The species were beyond her knowledge.

Especially the tall and short women, who were filled with the same deathly aura as the undead, yet the depths of their bodies harbored life’s strength, teetering between life and death.

This further confirmed her earlier speculation: a deity with divinity related to the undead had set their sights on the Goddess of Undead Vengeance.

The Dwarves Elf Sacrificer clenched her teeth and stamped her foot, "I have the latest intelligence about the Goddess of Undead Vengeance. If you wish, I can use my faith connection with the Goddess to help you find her resting place and help you claim the divine positions of Undead and Revenge."

Fuck!

Gaven was truly shocked by the Dwarves Elf Sacrificer’s words, thinking where on earth had her imagination taken her?

From where did you deduce that I am prepared to kill a god, to seize the Undead and Revenge divinities?

Even if I had such intentions, I would also need the strength to do so.

But then he thought again.

Just because I don’t have the strength now doesn’t mean I won’t have it in the future.

Especially since my ultimate goal is to get involved in the affairs between deities.

Challenging a deity is an unavoidable matter.

It’s better to start with a demigod who has been severely weakened in by divine power, rather than facing those with strong divine power right off the bat.

From the implication in the Dwarves Elf Sacrificer’s words, the situation of the Goddess of Undead Vengeance seemed even graver than what was known to the outside world.

However, in Gaven’s view, it would be the most foolish choice to go into the realm or even the God Kingdom of a deity to challenge them.

Especially after The Year of Upheaval when the divine position rules of the Multiverse changed.

There would be even more strategies to play.

By eliminating all the followers of that deity, even if she did not fall immediately, her strength would be significantly diminished.

In his previous life, this is exactly how the Goddess of Undead Vengeance was killed. The method was slightly adjusted: using high elf magic to erase her existence from the memory of all her followers.

Naturally, I don’t have the ability or resources to do this.

But I do have an advantage others don’t, and that is being targeted by this Goddess and her followers.

Going by the nature of this Goddess, revenge is their sacred duty.

The hatred between us will only deepen, and more and more followers will come seeking me out on their own.

As long as I slay them all, the days of the Goddess of Undead Vengeance will naturally become difficult.

Of course, this is just theoretical deduction.

For now, it’s just minor skirmishes, the Goddess of Undead Vengeance merely sent down her divine will, dispatching her followers to seek revenge.

If the commotion gets too big and disturbs the Goddess of Undead Vengeance enough to take personal action, that’s just a matter of time.

God Slaying doesn’t necessarily require one’s own hands.

It could also be done through the hands of others, including those high True Gods?

These True Gods are not a group of selfless, morally saintly people; on the contrary, their ambitions and demands are beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

More divine positions are one of their biggest demands.

Gaven couldn’t help but calculate in his mind, among the Deities of Phelun, who was the most interested in the divine positions of Undead and Revenge, and with whom he could cooperate to gain the most benefit for himself.

As for the plotting against the Goddess of Undead Vengeance, he put it aside for the time being. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NovᴇlFɪre.nᴇt

One must recognize one’s own strength.

Gaven was very clear about how much he could handle right now.

Especially since the target was a deity, even a demigod, it was beyond his ability in the short term, so the smartest choice was to find a strong leg to cling to.

The Dwarves Elf Sacrificer clearly did not realize that she not only sold out her Goddess so bluntly but even attracted a new suitor, and thinking he was weighing the truth of her words, she eagerly added, "To prove my sincerity, we can take it slow, starting with offering High Priestess Dilila to your lordship."

Gaven said expressionlessly, "Now you have two choices: willingly become a prisoner of the Black Nanmu or I’ll send you in."

The reaction of the Blasphemer obviously surprised the Dwarves Elf Sacrificer, who said in despair, "Isn’t there a third option?"

The Black Nanmu mentioned by the other party must be that Heather Treant.