Uh...
The nameless priest really felt like vomiting blood. He might have sounded lofty and imposing, but he had never actually meant to make Solam kneel and admit his mistake. Simply put, he had been bluffing. As long as Solam softened even a little, he could have let the matter slide. But who would have thought Solam would be this unyielding?
This was a world of gods. Here, blasphemy was absolutely a grave crime. Even if someone insulted an evil god, all gods found such behavior deeply offensive—even good gods would be displeased. After all, no matter how much the good gods despised those evil gods, it did not change the fact that they were all gods.
Thus, very few people dared to casually pass judgment on a god the way Solam had, especially when what they said was far from complimentary.
But as far as Solam was concerned, gods were normally just like Bodhisattvas—paying respects was merely a matter of courtesy. He had never intended to rely on those gods to bless him; it was more out of custom than anything else. And now that he had fallen out with the Church of Bane, Solam naturally had no reason to be polite. He had never been in the habit of being polite to enemies.
"Kill him! I'll rip out his soul!" Since there was no more talking to be done, the nameless priest had no intention of continuing. He was even afraid Solam would keep spouting such nonsense; if that happened, his own sin would only grow greater.
Of course, even now, he had no intention of truly fighting Solam to the death. His goal remained to seize Solam's friends and subordinates. Saying he would kill Solam was, at most, lip service. If Solam really did get killed, that