What was the true power of the highest-tier offensive magic Riezel could cast with a full incantation at full strength, given his current magical ability?
Cernunnos's current state provided the answer.
As a god who had accumulated over ten thousand years' worth of cursed power, Cernunnos ranked among the strongest beings Riezel had ever encountered.
Within this Britain Lostbelt, Cernunnos was utterly unmatched. Even Morgan could not think of a reliable way to deal with Him. She could only use the throne and twelve Holy Lances to suppress and guard against Him, hoping that Britain would still have the means to oppose Him once Cernunnos awakened.
One could imagine how difficult it would be to deal with a god capable of determining the life or death of the entire Britain Lostbelt.
Unless Koyanskaya, as the Beast of Play, reached her complete form, even she would be effortlessly trampled if her juvenile form faced Cernunnos as He was now.
Yet beneath Riezel's full-power Flame Storm, even such a monster had the flesh across His body burned into rotting ruin.
"■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■--!!!"
The ancient Horned God unleashed a world-shaking demonic cry, a howl of agony that seemed capable of shaking the world itself. The earth and atmosphere trembled without cease, while violent shockwaves and fierce winds rose and fell like a storm.
"Boom!!!"
Cernunnos, burning in the flames, seemed to have entered a berserk state. As His flesh rotted away, the curses around Him erupted completely, transforming into surging torrents of curses that crashed across the land again and again like black-red waves.
The ground shattered, collapsed, exploded, and overturned beneath the torrents of curses. The sight was no different from the end of the world.
"Whoosh!"
Riezel had no intention of facing the erupting curses head-on. He retreated at high speed, avoiding