Chapter 322: The New God (1)

Chapter 322: The New God (1)

La.

The goddess had clearly called him La.

Henry couldn't believe his ears.

‘La... As in the desert...?’

Henry’s boiling blood seemed to cool down at La’s sudden and unexpected appearance.

Seeing Henry look at him with a dumbfounded expression, the hawk frowned and yelled at him.

- What are you looking at, you fool?!

The hawk-headed god, La, was very different from what Henry had imagined, given his rather harsh way of talking.

La had a tanned and muscular build, reminiscent of the desert warriors. He slowly walked up to Henry, passing him to get to the goddess to question her.

- Irene, are you trying to get him to ask twenty questions or something? You’re complicating something that can be explained in simple terms! Stop making it so vague! This isn’t the time to act elegant!

- You’re too riled up, La.

- Riled up, my ass!

La scolded Irene while gesturing emphatically. Then, when it seemed like he was done chastising her, he turned his head and looked at Henry.

La’s gaze caused Henry to get nervous.

- I can’t believe a guy like him is the god of magic... Hey, newbie, I’m sure Irene’s already told you about me, so I’ll skip the introductions. I’ll proceed to explain what this all means, so pay attention.

“...Alright.”

Henry agreed to listen to the riled-up god.

With a scoff, La proceeded to explain.

- The reason you’re qualified to become a god from a human is the fact that I gave you part of my spirit.

“Your spirit... as in the seed that looked like an egg?”

- That’s my flesh, to be precise. I gave it to Hedajaon, who passed it on to Herarion, who then passed it on to you. Since you received my flesh and also awakened as the one and only 8th-Circle wizard, you now have the minimum qualifications. As proof, my flesh seeped into you and sprouted a bud for you to become a new god.

Henry slowly organized his thoughts as he listened to La’s explanation.

The desert god continued.

- Whenever a god is born, they possess the slightest amount of divine power. So, most young gods die without even realizing that they’d become one. Even though you’ve ascended to divinity as a human, your divine power nearly got you killed by Arthus, who’s not even a god, but a representative.

“A chosen one... Are you saying that Arthus hasn’t reached the realm of the gods?”

- That’s right. Arthus is merely Janus’ puppet, which is why he’s managed to take over most of the continent. However, there’s only so much divine power he can have. That’s the limit of humans. But you’re different. You’re no longer human, but a god. So if you have faith in yourself, deep, sincere faith, you can easily eliminate a guy like Arthus.

Just like that, La explained how humans were different from deities in terms of power.

After listening to La’s explanation, Henry organized his thoughts and asked, “Then why couldn’t Herarion, who’s your chosen one, take on Arthus? And what about the Saint, who’s Goddess Irene’s chosen one? It wouldn’t have come to this if the two had defeated Arthus in the first place.”

- No, that was impossible. Fiind updated novels at novelhall.com

“Why is that?”

- First of all, as the goddess of love and peace, Irene is incapable of harming others. She was born from love and peace, so she can’t do anything but protect and show compassion.

“Then what about you, La?”

- I’m one of the few who can stand against Janus, but by the time I stepped in to stop him, it was already too late. In a short amount of time, Janus had gained numerous followers through unspeakable measures, and thanks to those followers, he had become far more powerful than me. And most importantly... Herarion, my only representative, had too little divine power compared to Arthus.

“What the...!”

- Arthus is not an ordinary human. You should know that better than anyone else. And Arthus’ tendencies perfectly match Janus’ method of handling things. Thanks to that, this has allowed him to become as good of a representative as my former one, Herabola. And now he possesses divine power almost on par with a demigod even though he’s merely a human representative.

“Then how am I supposed to deal with him, given that I’ve just sprouted into a god?”

- It’s just as Irene said. You have succeeded in sprouting the bud of divine power and becoming a god, but you have neglected the nutrients necessary to nourish that bud by losing faith in magic, haven’t you?

Henry opened his eyes slowly.

Before losing consciousness, his eyelids had felt terribly heavy, as though they had carried the weight of this hopeless reality. However, that weight had disappeared completely. His eyelids now felt light as feathers.

As he opened his eyes, he also tried to flex his wrists and ankles.

Squirm.

He could now feel his body, whereas before he had lost all sensation, as though his limbs had been cut off.

Henry closed his eyes halfway. He then touched all the parts of his body that had been pierced by Arthus’ spears.

No wounds...

All his senses, which had been numbed by the overwhelming pain, slowly returned to him.

He could feel the wind on his skin.

He could feel the wetness of his own blood. He could also feel the metallic scent of blood invading his nostrils. He found it delightful.

His body felt light. Even his eyelids, which he had only opened for a moment, flet light and refreshed, as though he had just been reborn.

Henry fully opened his eyes again. He slowly rose in a sitting position, wrapped his arms around Irenae’s shoulders, who was still weeping, and whispered in her ear, “Sleep.”

Thud.

As the low-grade sleep magic seeped into the Saint, she slumped forward and fell asleep.

Seeing this, Arthus said, “Oh wow... The Saint is a saint after all. I didn’t expect you to come back to life as if nothing happened...!”

Henry laid the unconscious Saint aside and slowly stood up.

As he examined his body while standing up, he saw that his armor was still tattered unlike the one in his vision.

He whispered, “Armor on.”

Znggg.

Henry had multiple spares for the Colt Armor. After whispering those words, the tattered armor vanished and a new set of Colt Armor enveloped his body.

Seeing this, Arthus chuckled.

“Khaha, that’s it! You’ll need to rearm yourself so that you feel like fighting again! Go ahead and equip yourself. I’ll be more than happy to wait for you!”

Arthus sneered at Henry, overjoyed that he could have some more fun. However, Henry didn’t respond. Instead, he closed his eyes and listened.

As he listened, the corners of his lips slowly curled up without him even realizing. He opened his eyes again, and now he was fully smiling.

Arthus frowned at Henry’s reaction, finding it strange.

“You’re smiling? Have you... gone insane? If you have, I’m really disappointed.”

Arthus was genuinely concerned about Henry because he was afraid that the Saint had fixed his toy too much.

Henry slowly raised his right hand and clenched it into a fist.

He then pointed his index finger, and, just like with the Saint, whispered softly, “Magic Missile.”

Oong-!

Golden mana concentrated at the tip of his index finger. Then, like any other Magic Missile, a beam of light burst forth.

Whoosh!

The beam of light left Henry’s index finger and headed toward Arthus’ chest.

Arthus didn’t flinch in the slightest at the sight of the incoming Magic Missile. Instead, he used his divine power as usual to get ready to repel Henry’s magic.

But just as Henry’s Magic Missile landed on Arthus’ chest...

“Argh!”

Blood spurted from Arthus’ mouth along with a brief groan.