Isaac had a solution, however. Since this concerned their gains after the ritual was completed, he wasted no time being mysterious and said bluntly, "You don't need to worry about that. If we focus on the Spellbreaker Swordsmen, I'm confident I can ensure that not a single one of them dies."
"Huh?!"
Everyone immediately turned to Isaac in surprise. How could he be so confident?
Isaac offered no further explanation. Tilting his head slightly, he raised his right hand and flicked the little golden shield-shaped earring hanging from his right ear. It became a streak of golden light, then transformed into a golden-armored Divine General holding a sword and shield, who stood behind Isaac.
After a moment's thought, he apparently decided that one would not be enough. He took the silver ring off his left index finger and casually tossed it out. As the silver light faded, it transformed into a graceful, voluptuous Witch wrapped in a purple gown.
"Deities?!" Everyone was stunned. Their incredulous gazes moved between Isaac and the two deities, their shock growing by the moment.
Even Olisti, who knew Isaac well, and the Legendary Wizard Jormungand, who had seen Isaac's virtual deity before, looked utterly astonished. The former had only known that Isaac was researching ways of Enslaving Gods, and had seen his Divine Tome.
But honestly, although that method was exquisite and certainly qualified as Enslaving Gods, its power level was too low. It could only force deities to send down fourth-tier avatars to do his bidding; it could not command their true bodies. That was a major hidden danger.
It meant Isaac had to race against those deities, strengthening the Divine Tome enough to enslave their true bodies before they cracked it. In other words, he had to advance the Divine Tome to at