Chapter 344: Incineration of the 'Divine' Order!
In this world, if sacred artifacts are to unleash special abilities, they require the chanting of incantations.
And before them, King Solomon's situation appeared to be exactly that.
As he chanted the incantation whose exact effects were unknown, the ring in his hand could be seen glowing.
One could sense that something was changing—a change that felt somewhat unsettling.
What exactly had changed?
Odin could clearly perceive that something was happening, but upon carefully sensing his surroundings, he found nothing unusual.
No, there was indeed a change.
At some point, Ophis, who had reverted to her maiden form, had transformed back into her true form.
However, this time Ophis did not assume her normal massive body but instead appeared in a shrunken form.
Her head bit her tail, forming a ring worn atop King Solomon's head—an utterly bizarre sight.
Yet, aside from this strangeness, no other changes were detected.
Hmm?
Odin noticed a subtle change but wasn't sure if it was related to King Solomon.
He observed several figures suddenly sprouting faint flames on their bodies.
One of them—
"Loki!!!"
Odin's expression darkened as he spoke.
He discovered that one of them was this guy, who had sneaked in disguised as another god.
It was due to these flames that his seemingly perfect disguise developed a flaw, causing his aura to leak out and allowing Odin to detect him.
No, it wasn't just Odin—others had also noticed Loki's abnormality.
"What is this? It exposed me!"
Realizing he was discovered, Loki tried to extinguish the flame no larger than half a thumb, but he strangely found it impossible to put out.
No, it was more like the flame itself didn't exist—as if it were a virtual projection, intangible and untouchable.
So, Loki simply dropped his disguise, yet the flame remained.
The next second, the flame began to spread, rapidly expanding like burning paper, which panicked Loki.
Although the flames spread and grew, he felt no heat or any harm, yet an inexplicable fear of death wildly surged within him.
"Damn it, what is this flame?"
He cast a sinister gaze toward King Solomon, but the other paid him no mind, instead smiling faintly as if watching a play.
"Come forth, my dear son!!!"
The space beside Loki twisted, and a giant wolf about ten meters long appeared—that was his so-called son, Fenrir.
Fortunately, he had hidden Fenrir in a personal pocket dimension rather than elsewhere, or else it might not have been possible to summon him into this sealed space.
"The God-Devouring Wolf, Fenrir!"
"Damn Loki, why did you bring this dangerous thing here?"
Nearby gods immediately retreated, not wanting to be bitten by the giant wolf.
"Fenrir, tear that guy to pieces!"
The giant wolf unhesitatingly obeyed its master's command, charging toward King Solomon with lightning speed.
Faced with such a scene, King Solomon remained unmoved. Under the gaze of everyone, Fenrir's sharp fangs descended toward his throat.
No—they would devour him, shattering his head entirely.
But the moment they bit down—
"What is this?!"
"He dodged? Did it bite an illusion?"
"No, it's not an illusion—something's wrong with Fenrir!!!"
Fenrir's body seemed to have turned into an illusion instead.
No—Fenrir's entire body was engulfed in flames. Wait, correction again: Fenrir appeared to have transformed into flames themselves.
Thus, in this purely fiery state, Fenrir was no longer materialized and could not physically attack Solomon, passing through him like a mist of fire.
"What the hell is this damn fire?"
Loki cried out in fear as well, half of his body already swallowed by the flames.
Of course, it wasn't just him—several others were in a similar state.
And those individuals had clearly infiltrated this meeting with malicious intent.
So, what kind of damage would these flames actually inflict upon them?
Would they turn their bodies into illusory forms?
"This is——!!!"
Odin's eyes widened abruptly.
"Oh?"
Shiva's gaze also sharpened slightly—one of the figures engulfed in flames belonged to his pantheon.
What was the reason for their sudden reactions?
It was that their memories were being tampered with.
No, not tampered with—their memories were being erased, specifically those related to the individuals covered in flames.
And this erasure was particularly eerie. It wasn't merely making memories vanish; it was erasing the deeds and history associated with these individuals, wiping their very existence from history!!!
"No, stop! I don't want to disappear, damn it!"
"Hurry, stop this!"
"Bastard, aaaaaah—!"
As the screams faded, the flames that had completely consumed the figures gradually compressed and thinned, eventually transforming into beams of light.
The gods could sense an terrifying amount of heat contained within those beams.
"What—what have you done?"
Odin's voice was hoarse this time as he asked.
He had already forgotten who the incinerated person was, only knowing that someone had vanished.
Not just him—everyone present had forgotten who the slain individuals were, forgotten everything about them, as if they had never existed in this world from the beginning.
In this world, those vanished gods had never existed at all.
"I merely incinerated their personal histories, converting their histories into heat,"
King Solomon replied, sending a chill down the spines of most gods present, rising straight to the tops of their heads.
This was the complete eradication of a god's traces of existence in this world.
If they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes, they wouldn't even have known that several gods had suddenly vanished from this world.
"That is why I need your Akashic Records—to avoid accidentally burning the wrong gods,"
Solomon gently stated his purpose for wanting the gods' Akashic Records.
His words caused the expressions of the gods present to shift repeatedly, with most casting fearful glances his way.