After spending a few seconds organizing Sarah's memories, Orsaga shook his head with a hint of disappointment.
He hadn't obtained a single piece of useful information.
Born from the Void… possessed the power to destroy worlds… followers would attain eternal life in the divine realm…
That kind of doctrine? Orsaga could write a hundred such cult scriptures without breaking a sweat.
Maybe it was due to the Dark God's power altering her perception, or perhaps it was the result of long-term indoctrination from childhood.
Either way, under these meaningless lies, Sarah had been thoroughly brainwashed and embraced them as truth.
In the end, he still knew nothing about her true background.
She was completely useless to Orsaga in terms of intelligence value.
And so, her worth plummeted.
The hand holding her severed head grew long, sharp claws that pierced into her skull and extracted every last drop of nutrients from the brain.
After finishing, he looked at the now withered skull — no longer even recognizable — and calmly shook his head.
"Even as a transcendent being, how could she believe that so-called gods are omnipotent? Placing one's hope in another lifeform... it's both foolish and pathetic."
"Perhaps this is the limit imposed by one's own worldview. I wonder… what are my limitations?"
With those words, a stream of fire flowed from his hand, reducing the skull to ashes.
Then, his gaze turned to a certain man not far away.
Though that man still retained some human features, his body was covered in dark brown scales, making him look as if he were possessed by a demon.
But from his aura alone, the difference was clear.
One was twisted.
The other — utterly mad.
Both villains, yet fundamentally different.
At the moment, this wild dark God had teamed up with local powerhouses, working together to fend off the demons who were outnumbered and outgunned.
Sensing the death of one of his fanatical followers, the dark God Belmorr — who was currently fighting several Greater-Rank Demons — turned his bloodthirsty gaze toward Orsaga.
The hatred in his eyes was so intense, Orsaga had no doubt the guy wanted to rip him apart with his teeth.
In response, Orsaga simply smiled politely and returned the look.
But that smile only deepened the rage on Belmorr's face, and the look of fury was so dramatic that Orsaga burst out laughing.
He loved that kind of glare — the kind that screamed "I want to kill you." The more intense, the better. Even better than a compliment.
Grull take that lying down?
Of course not!
But the Greater-Rank Demons around him weren't feeling generous — they immediately swarmed in and beat him down, keeping him too busy to retaliate against Orsaga.
Which, naturally, was very entertaining for Orsaga.
Even though this was just an avatar, Belmorr was still the strongest one on the battlefield — it carried about one-fifth of his true body's power.
That was the only reason he could go toe-to-toe with several fully-recovered Greater-Rank Demons.
Bear in mind, even while suppressed, a Greater-Rank Demon was enough to fight the average demigod in this world.
At full power, they surpassed [Demigod Rank] by half a level — the strongest among them could even brush up against the limits of [Godhood].
But Belmorr, for all his might, eventually showed signs of exhaustion — this was just an avatar, after all.
With the spatial barrier cutting off his connection to the main body, he couldn't replenish his energy.
Plenty onlookers noticed his weakening state — if he had no ace up his sleeve, he'd be worn down and killed by the demons eventually.
And Belmorr himself, being the main party involved, was even more aware of this fact.
He frowned and secretly sent a voice transmission to the Lord of Augustus City:
"I need a sacrifice. Without one, I'll definitely lose. Do you have anything I can use?"
The City Lord, already missing an arm, hesitated slightly. After subtly glancing around to make sure no one was watching, he reached into his spatial ring and handed Belmorr a sealed pouch.
Upon sensing what was inside, Belmorr's expression immediately changed.
He gave the City Lord a surprised look.
The pouch contained something every dark God and demon craved: Soul Crystals.
And lots of them — enough to make even Belmorr's eyes burn with greed.
Which begged the question — how did this guy collect so many of these things that usually required large-scale slaughter to acquire?
Then he saw the symbol of a certain dark God inside the pouch — and sensed the faint aura emanating from the City Lord.
Belmorr suddenly understood.
'Damn… hiding deep, huh? Already risen to a leadership role... At this rate, he might sacrifice the entire city in a few years without anyone noticing.'
Belmorr had never expected a fellow dark God to worm his way up to such a position of power…
But this was no time to dwell on how his colleague had pulled off such a feat.
Downing the Soul Crystals in just a few gulps, Belmorr immediately felt his strength surging again.
In no time, he was beating the demons back, regaining some lost ground, and boosting the morale of the native mages.
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Watching all this, Orsaga — who'd planned to wait it out and then sneak attack — could only blink in confusion.
He had no idea how Belmorr suddenly became so strong.
After some hesitation, he decided to play it safe and pick another target.
After a quick scan, he set his sights on the already-injured Lord of Augustus City — who was now missing an arm.
'Demigod Rank, heavily wounded… That's a nice opportunity!'
He immediately projected a Avatar to draw attention, while his real body slipped into the spatial seams and crept up behind the man.
At the right moment, without hesitation, he thrust both hands into the man's chest, aiming to crush his energy core in one strike!
Many native powerhouses who witnessed this shouted in fury, wishing they could cleave Orsaga in half right there.
But Orsaga just sneered and ignored them — he was focused entirely on delivering the killing blow.
However, after fumbling around inside the man's chest for a moment, several question marks popped up in his mind:
'Where's the heart? The kidneys? Why's it empty in here?'
Before he could process it, a sound rang out from within the body — like shattering glass.
The next instant, countless black arcs of electricity surged out of the man's body!
Both of Orsaga's arms were instantly scorched black.
As the "body" crumbled into fragments, revealing a dark orb crackling with lightning, a sense of dread swept over Orsaga:
'Oh crap... I mugged the wrong guy…'
Under the stunned gazes of native powerhouses and abyssal demons alike, the orb slowly transformed into a tall humanoid figure.
And in his hands — Orsaga's charred arms, gripped tight, refusing to let go!
The dark God's aura around him was now fully exposed. He bared his teeth in a wicked grin and said:
"You've got guts."
Orsaga replied politely,
"Sorry to bother you, but… is it too late to say I'm sorry?"
The reply came instantly:
"Too late."
Before the words even finished, the dark God lunged, mouth wide open, ready to swallow Orsaga whole.
Without hesitation, Orsaga severed his own arms, swapped places with his nearby Avatar, and escaped the ambush.
The dark God, seeing this, casually destroyed the Avatar, his face showing a flicker of annoyance.
Then, a bit frustrated, he tossed Orsaga's severed arms into his mouth and crunched down on them like a snack.
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