God of Slaughter

"I'm looking forward to the authority of slaughter..."

Standing in the quiet courtyard, Arthur felt the surging auras rushing toward him from every direction. His expression remained calm as he looked up and smiled.

Power flickered all over him, rippling around his body.

Now that Arthur had successfully ascended to Demigod, the entire Arthur Empire was beginning to boil with excitement.

The whole Arthur Empire was abuzz, and its people were swept up in celebration.

Ordinary mortals had no idea what Arthur's ascension meant. They only knew that after he succeeded, all kinds of benefits and policies were being handed out throughout the empire.

A great deal of taxes had been reduced, and many compulsory labor duties had been waived. For that year, pressures at every level of the Arthur Empire had eased considerably.

The people's burdens had been lifted, so naturally they were swept up in celebration.

Compared with the impact of Arthur's ascension, the changes they could feel firsthand were immediate and far-reaching.

Though ordinary mortals could not understand what it meant, they could feel the changes in their lives and were naturally caught up in the celebration.

The entire Arthur Empire was swept up in a wave of celebration.

Amid this atmosphere, churches began rising across the land.

They were new churches, devoted not to any of the gods worshipped in the past, but to a newly arisen god.

The god wore silver armor and held a Silver Longsword, appearing much like a young knight.

To the common folk, this new god was a complete stranger.

But that did not matter.

For a god's church, the greatest obstacle to spreading its faith in a place was not unfamiliarity, but resistance from the local powers.

In this world, where faith flourished, even the most peaceful places had their