The Bone Dragon vanished with a thunderous crash, yet the man who had destroyed it still dared to provoke their god.
Heinrich's face was full of indignation, his eyes slightly red as he roared, "Mortal insects, how dare you defy those above you and speak disrespectfully of a great god! The glory of doomsday shall shine above your heads, and you will surely become sacrifices upon Lord Herpo's road to revival!"
"Everyone, for Lord Herpo, kill them!"
Spurred on by Heinrich, the uncertain Returners roared once more and charged forward.
No matter what, this was the Realm of Illusion. Herpo was the greatest support behind them—so long as Lord Herpo successfully ascended to godhood, even if they died, they could return to this world again!
The Returners, whose momentum had already weakened somewhat, erupted with an air of fearless determination. Spells flew everywhere, and the battlefield once again blazed into chaos.
Watching his subordinates charge forward bravely, Heinrich quietly took several steps back.
His trusted men were also restless, eager to offer their own strength to Lord Herpo. Seeing their leader's actions, one of them even asked excitedly, "Lord Heinrich, did Lord Herpo bestow any other powerful magic upon you?"
Heinrich's expression stiffened. He kicked his confidant and cursed under his breath, "Idiot! I'm getting ready to run!"
"Huh?" Several trusted men stared blankly. "M-my lord? If you do this, Lord Herpo's wrath will be impossible to quell. Then..."
Heinrich said darkly, "Which would you choose, dying early or dying late? We are bound to lose this battle!"
"B-but Lord Herpo stands behind us. He is omnipotent!"
"That's exactly why we need to run! When have you ever seen anyone dare to provoke Lord Herpo?"
"That is true... All blasphemers who dared challenge His majesty have been sent to the