A First Glimpse of His Strength

"He's the leader of the Black Bat Tribe," Hagson told Roger. "Stay behind us later, Roger. You only just broke through, so support us from the sidelines. Beverly, Croya, and I will handle the fighting up front."

"No problem. Leave those Lowgods to me."

Roger had no idea how strong the enemy was, so he did not try to show off.

Besides, the enemy had brought far more Lowgods than their side had. From a distance, he could see more than twenty of them.

To conceal their plans, the Lowgods of the Black Wolf Tribe and the Night Wind Tribe had not come.

That left them with only the dozen or so Lowgods of the Fire Rhino Tribe.

Fortunately, they also had Roger, a newly advanced Midgod, so holding off the enemy would not be difficult.

Deities communicated quickly.

By the time they finished discussing their plan, they had arrived a thousand meters in front of Black Bat.

"Croya, keep the Black Bat Tribe's other Midgod occupied. Beverly and I will take on Black Bat together."

Hagson assigned their roles.

"No problem." Croya was the weakest of the three, so there was no sense in overreaching.

"Nothing but a rabble! Prepare to die!"

Black Bat was clearly furious. Once his scouts reported that the Fire Rhinoceros, Black Wolf, and Night Wind Tribes were preparing to join forces against him, he had led his followers straight over to attack.

The enormous black bat, over thirty meters long, certainly looked intimidating.

But for deities, size had little bearing on strength. What mattered was their level and innate abilities.

Black Bat roared, instantly turning into a black blur as he charged toward them. His followers charged after him.

Hagson and Beverly drew their weapons and rushed forward to engage Black Bat.

Meanwhile, Croya began fighting the Black Bat Tribe's other Midgod.

Yet, in Roger's eyes,

their fighting seemed to have little technique to it.

If not for the violent divine power spilling from them, they would have looked like mortals brawling...

They're still only Midgods, after all.

Roger sighed inwardly, then turned and led Allen into the enemy Lowgods.

"Godhead domain!"

Hum!

At Roger's will, his Midgod-level domain spread out over several hundred meters, enveloping several enemy Lowgods.

"Allen, don't hold back! Kill them!"

Roger shouted through divine sense.

At the same time, a translucent gray blade shot from his eyes and plunged straight into a Lowgod ahead of him.

Hiss, hiss, hiss...

The gray blade broke through the enemy's soul defenses without resistance and sliced his soul core apart.

Thud!

Without even using his ultimate technique or expending much soul power, Roger had effortlessly killed a Lowgod in a single strike.

Sure enough, the gap in strength between Midgods and Lowgods was enormous.

Beside him, Allen was shrouded in earthen-yellow divine power. He mercilessly slashed his saber at a Lowgod restrained by Roger's Midgod-level domain.

Bang!

Instantly,

the enemy's head shattered, and his Godhead flew out.

"Haha! With your help, Roger, killing them is so easy!"

Allen was thrilled. His strength was actually fairly average among Lowgods, but if his opponent could not resist, he could still kill them easily.

"Don't get careless. Keep killing."

Roger continued toward the nearby enemy Lowgods.

"They have another Midgod! Gather together, quickly! Combine your domains to cancel out his Midgod-level domain!"

A piercing shriek rang out from Black Bat, who was taking Hagson and Beverly's attacks head-on.

Apparently, even fighting both of them at once, Black Bat still had strength to spare.

"Yes, chief!"

Those Lowgods were no fools. Seeing Roger suddenly appear and launch his attack, they knew they had to band together.

In an instant, more than ten Lowgods gathered.

Generally, the combined God's Domains of three or four Lowgods could cancel out a Midgod-level domain.

"Allen, fall back. I'm going to slaughter them!"

Seeing them gather, a cruel gleam flashed in Roger's eyes.

Especially since the killers of his parents and Allen's parents could very well be among them.

Roger had even less reason to hold back.

"Group up! Physical attacks!"

One of the Black Bat Tribe's Lowgods shouted.

Roger had just used a Soul Attack, which most likely meant that his physical defense and physical attacks were relatively weak.

That was also true of most Midgods who cultivated the death edict.

So this Lowgod had made the right decision.

But.

Roger was no ordinary Midgod.

Whoosh!

Gray divine power surged, driven by soul power stronger than that of an ordinary Highgod.

Roger was far faster than any Lowgod.

Since the enemy was launching a coordinated attack, they were a moment slower still.

Roger easily dodged the barrage of attacks hurtling toward him.

By then,

Roger had closed to within several hundred meters of them.

"Die!"

In an instant, ten translucent gray blades burst from Roger's eyes, each plunging precisely into a Lowgod's forehead.

Hiss, hiss, hiss...

In just an instant,

all ten Lowgods had their soul defenses torn apart and died on the spot!

As the ten Lowgods fell limply from the sky,

the fighting here drew everyone else's attention.

"Run!"

Someone shouted, and the Black Bat Tribe's Lowgods, who had been about to gather again to deal with Roger, scattered in every direction.

"Hmph, that brat's stolen all the glory. Why didn't they kill him when they surrounded him?" Shaluba, not far away, was deeply annoyed.

"Die, you scum!"

But before Shaluba could turn, a spear appeared beside him and thrust viciously toward his head.

"Fuck!"

Shaluba scrambled to defend himself, but his opponent was clearly somewhat stronger. Even with all his strength, he could only tilt his head slightly and keep the strike from hitting a vital spot.

The spear still pierced his shoulder.

"Lord Roger, save me!" With his life hanging in the balance, Shaluba could only look desperately toward Roger nearby and shout for help.

Hmph. You still expect me to save you?

As though he had not heard Shaluba's cries, Roger darted off to attack the enemy Lowgods on the other side.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

All manner of attacks filled the chaotic battlefield.

Shaluba thought Roger had not heard him, so he continued shouting as he dodged.

But.

Three fleeing Lowgods from the Black Bat Tribe happened to be heading straight toward Shaluba.

"Hmph! Die, Fire Rhino Tribe scum!"

The three Lowgods attacked simultaneously in perfect coordination.

The man pursuing Shaluba attacked at the same time.

Instantly,

the four fierce attacks blasted Shaluba apart on the spot!

"Run!"

After killing Shaluba, the four continued fleeing, terrified that Roger would come after them.

Idiot. You really expected me to save you?

Out of the corner of his eye, Roger saw Shaluba killed, his saint domain true body shredded by the violent divine power as well.

Roger felt nothing but contempt.

He had originally planned to find an opportunity to kill Shaluba. Now that Shaluba had died in the tribal war, Roger was spared the trouble.

"Good riddance!"

In the distance, Allen, who was locked in combat with a Lowgod, shouted excitedly at the sight.