"Orgod, I've been waiting a long time to cross blades with you."
Taran rose in a storm of lightning. His voice was a rolling thunderhead, his grip firm around a plain, ancient battle-axe.
Orson's eyes flickered. That was a true god-weapon.
The haft was carved from the heartwood of a World Tree. Just holding it made the space around it buckle and flake away.
[Galactic Lower God: Thunder War God Taran]
[Title: High-God Bloodline, Purifier of Demonkind]
[HP: 600,000,000]
[Attack: 480,000]
[Skills: Mastery of Divine Lightning, Mastery of SS-tier Berserker Arts]
[Divine Domain: Storm of Godslaying Thunder]
Against god-tier adventurers, those stats were oppressive. Against Orson, they barely registered.
What did catch his attention was the title: High-God Bloodline. A true son of divinity, superior to Belenor.
And if the fire-elf princess was right, his godhead was inherited. His power would only swell with time.
Which meant the Norse thunder god was dead.
