Galthor watched them appear one after the other. Starving barbarians with eyes full of hope and doubts. All of them old and young.
He and the others had been busy since they returned. The flesh of the monster had been stripped of bones and then sold off together with the claws and core.
The Revolutionary base has a merchant group that goes and comes to sell and buy from them.
Galthor didn't sell the head, he put it to the side as a reminder for the Stronghide that he had the strength and he would not hesitate to use it.
After being sold off, the gold they made was close to five hundred gold coins, which was a lot of money and was not actually the true value for the monster.
Cursed monsters are expensive because it takes those far above masters to kill them or a group of masters. But since they were in the Revolutionary base, they could only comply with the merchants.
In fact, everything was expensive to buy and cheap to sell.
But Galthor didn't mind, he just wanted to create a temporary relief for his people. So he bought fruits and bread with ingredients that were recommended.
The essence users that still remained with Karathra took over the cooking, and soon, a boiling pot of stew was shimmering on an open fire while the sun beat down on them.
Galthor himself sat to the side in front of the castle, slowly sipping a cup of cool water.
Karathra sat beside him, leaning on her axe.
The remaining warriors accepted their guests.
They had already prepared chairs for them and so they led them to their seats, gave them water and fruits to munch on before they tried anything heavy.
It was a sad sight to see starving people throw away their dignity as they rushed to fill their stomachs.
Karathra sighed beside Galthor, her face weary. She gave him a sidelong look but didn't speak for a while as she continued watching the old and young eat.
Eventually, Galthor shrugged. "Speak."
She grimaced and nodded. "Well, it's about Unchanging Warth. I can't help but notice that, even though you are his Apostle, you are just too weak."
Galthor turned to her.
She was right of course.
The rank of Apostle is third in line directly to a god. Second to a Chosen or a Saint and third to Divine Herald.
If Galthor was an Apostle to an Overgod, the highest a god can reach before a Supreme Deity, then his own power would be as vast as a minor or major god, depending on the power of his god.
In the end, the ranks of a god's subordinate are proportional to the power of the god.
Some of the subordinates of powerful gods could even kill another small god.
Galthor was already prepared for it. "The Unchanging Warth, the god of the barbarians, is wounded. In fact, he is still recovering from the time he perished."
He decided to simply build on the foundation of the dead god. Why tell them he was a new god? After all, there is only one barbarian god and it is Galthor Stronghide, the Unchanging Warth.
"He needs time to gather his power. And that means we must gather as many worshippers for him as possible. The more we spread his will, the more powerful he will become."
Karathra nodded as if she had guessed as much. "Then should we start telling the tribesmen about Unchanging Warth?"
Galthor shook his head. "It's not yet time. People who are hungry will not listen to you, and if you give them food with your left hand and offer them something else with your right, then they will naturally become doubtful."
Galthor wanted to build things slowly and easily.
Let them eat for now, the rest would come later.
Karathra shrugged. "Alright."
Galthor sighed as he looked at the barbarian tribesmen.
He needed someone to be the kind face of his Divine will. Karathra, for all her strength, could only be the sword of the Unchanging Warth. He needed someone who would bridge the gap, someone who did not need the sword to inspire.
But for now he put such thoughts to the side as he looked at Karathra. He wanted to complete the Divine Interface and know what it was all about. "Do you know anything about legacy?"
She frowned. "Of course. Everyone knows about them. Legacy is the core power of an entity. Maybe a portion of it or so. It can appear in different ways too, weapons or anything.
"Nowadays, those who can't receive the blessing of a god or demon might try their hands on Legacy to increase their power, looking at long-lost tombs of perished gods or deep in the Abyssal land.
"Like this one. The Abyssal land here is said to contain a Legacy at its core and was actually the source of the Abyssal land. That was why the Revolutionary base was here, to increase the power of those without gods to fight against oppressors."
Galthor blinked. This was the first time that she had spoken so much but at the same time she had supplied a lot of information that he lacked. Now he knew why the Stronghide's former chief took the risks.
"Did my father want the Legacy as well?"
Karathra sighed. "Yes, but technically he wanted to give whatever they found to me, and then slowly build his force around that."
"Can Legacy be shared with others?"
Karathra shrugged. "I think so. A lot of organizations that don't have gods build their powers around these legacies, it is how they are able to compete somewhat with minor gods and in some cases, even major gods.
"Also, since legacies increase by consuming legacies of the same nature, it is a very rare and dangerous thing."
Galthor digested that quickly and he knew what he had to do to fully awaken his Divine Interface.