The Authority of Slaughter

"He devoured my Lord's divine power and part of his divinity, and ascended to Demigod..."

"We must reclaim my Lord's divinity. Otherwise, his revival will be delayed considerably..."

Deep within the solemn hall, voices of will rang out one after another, rippling through the air as if discussing something.

"He has already ascended to Demigod. Even if we went out, we couldn't possibly be his match..."

"We must accelerate the plan. The Slaughter God Son must be born as soon as possible..."

"We need enough power to reclaim my Lord's divinity from that man..."

"Bring the several Children of Slaughter together as soon as possible and let them decide the final victor..."

Voices continued to ring out throughout the hall, but in the end, they gradually fell silent.

With a faint fluctuation of divine power, the place returned to stillness and vanished completely.

Far away, within the Arthur Empire.

Arthur restrained his power, drawing back the aura that had been pouring out of him without restraint. In that moment, he returned to the courtyard where he had been before.

He wore a silver robe, a sword at his waist. His long hair fell softly around him, and his exquisitely handsome face was perfectly calm, almost indifferent.

A faint, unique aura rose around him. His features had become breathtakingly handsome, more striking than before.

Even the most well-traveled person, upon seeing Arthur now, would feel a heartfelt wonder at how someone like him could exist in the world.

This was the change brought about by the elevation of his life level after ascending to Demigod. He now possessed a fatal allure, powerfully drawing in every being around him.

Sensing the changes within himself, Arthur turned and waved his hand. A mirror appeared before him.

His current appearance was reflected in