An immensely powerful, strange, mingled aura gradually erupted from the ugly Divine Soul whose flesh resembled rotten sludge-illusory, untouchable, lofty...
Its utterly expressionless face seemed to be watching everyone at once.
Every king's body stiffened briefly.
"Is this... a follower of the Dream Lord?"
"I've fought powerful members of this branch of the Gods Organization, but when they were alive, none of them seemed to have an aura anywhere near this terrifying!"
"The Dream Lord Salsuto is very unusual. His followers regard the mortal world as God's dream and believe that after death, people fall into a nightmare from which they can never awaken."
"They believe death is the best way to draw close to Salsuto, so their corpses often undergo all sorts of bizarre changes!"
Someone knowledgeable spoke from hiding. The kings turned to search, but could not find the speaker.
"Now we'll see how Queto handles it."
Everyone watched with cold detachment.
But that king from the Saints Organization was no ordinary figure either. His expression remained calm at the sight of the rotting Divine Soul. His Sacred Artifact was a Temple Hammer, heavy as a mountain and inscribed with countless sacred runes, all of which lit up at that moment.
An inviolable holy aura enveloped Queto.
The burly old man sneered, muttering an incantation as he swung the Temple Hammer with one hand.
"Under the Sacred Artifact's judgment, all evil shall have nowhere to hide!"
Splat!
With a single blow, the sludge Divine Soul was smashed into actual pulp on the spot.
Yet the kings present seemed to sense something and all pulled back at once.
Queto's expression changed too. He swung his hammer backhanded behind him, where a sludge Divine Soul had appeared and was reaching for the center of his back.
It was as though