The Rise of the God of Death
Chapter 34: The Land of God (2)
Several days had passed... The Land of God had grown—now vast enough to cover a quarter of the continent. But despite its size, its strength wasn't enough. Not yet. Stronger enemies loomed beyond their reach. And their greatest weapon… was still missing.
The world meeting had begun.
Nil stood before the people, his voice echoing through the great city square.
*"We've conquered the city of the west. Our population has reached 150,000. Our army stands at 20,000."*
He paused, eyes heavy.
*"But our strength is lacking... and we are missing our strongest force—His Majesty..."*
*"Daimon."*
—*Several weeks later*
A massive convoy of carriages arrived at the city gates, stretching across the horizon. The guards froze as a figure stepped down and handed them a register. Their faces turned pale. Without hesitation, they called for Lord Nil.
Nil and Lucy rushed to the gates—and immediately dropped to their knees.
*Daimon had returned.*
And he was not alone.
From the carriage beside him, *Daren* stepped down, followed by his entire clan—and others. Clans who had witnessed Daimon's rise and now pledged their allegiance to him.
The Land of God swelled again:
*Population: 200,000*
*Army: 22,000*
And this time, 2,000 of them were elite warriors. The weakest among them was Commander level. Their leader, *Henderson*, was an *Overlord*, hailing from a place called the *Divine Sect*—a feared replica of a Central Planet, but even stronger.
The Land of God welcomed them with open arms. Everyone celebrated, rested, and rejoiced...
Everyone, except *Daimon*.
He stood alone in silence—thinking, burning, waiting.
Every moment... every breath… was filled with one thing:
*Vengeance.*
—*Meanwhile*
Far across the stars, in the heart of the *Divine Sect*, eleven *Monarchs* gathered. Their meeting room dim, their faces tense. At their head, sat *Vand*—silent, watching.
A report was delivered: an *Overlord* had fallen... in the *human sect*.
An impossibility.
Vand's eyes narrowed. He gave one command to the *9th Monarch*:
*"Go. Investigate the human sect. Find out who dared."*
The gods had noticed.
The storm was coming.
And Daimon… was ready.