A giant thirteen or fourteen meters tall hovered several thousand meters in the sky, looking down over this incredible city. Even someone as well-traveled as him felt a震撼 that came from the depths of his soul. Looking at the magnificent, towering buildings, his own temple seemed no more than a crude thatched hut.
At that moment, God of Courage Dabono felt both joy and worry.
What pleased him was that this world's population density was indeed as packed as the rumors claimed. With such abundant Faith Power here, even those Great Divine Power main gods would probably go mad for it.
What worried him was that the moment he entered this world, his divine power began to dissipate as though weathered by the wind, rapidly shrinking to less than one percent. Even his connection with the threads of faith linking him to his believers had become incredibly faint, flickering in and out of existence.
His already tottering godhood had instantly fallen to the level of a demigod.
Most serious of all, under this world's fierce backlash, he had exhausted even the last of his divine power in order to keep his precious believers from being wiped out to the last man.
No matter how powerful he was, he was still only one man. He needed people to help spread his faith. To prepare for this invasion, he had practically staked everything on a single throw. The vast majority of his priests, including priest apprentices, had already poured out in full force. Once they were all wiped out, this expeditionary war would suffer defeat without even having been defeated.
Since becoming a true god, he had never felt so weak as he did at this moment.
With the fall of his godhood, he could vaguely sense the Divine Kingdom connected to