"Insignificant human! Damn Train Conductor!"
The God of Decay let out a deafening roar.
It looked utterly wretched.
One of its arms had already disappeared.
And there was no sign of it recovering at all.
Monrojina, standing on the other side, was the exact opposite.
She remained as calm and unruffled as ever.
The Wand Sword in her hand spun gently.
The power of Ritual swirled around her.
"Insignificant? How arrogant~"
"Hehe~"
"Stupid, cowardly, incompetent."
"You're nothing but a monster with greater power. Just because you're the Self-Proclaimed God, do you really think you're an omnipotent, superior being?"
"Things like you disgust me even more than a certain charlatan."
The God of Decay looked around, deeply unwilling to accept this.
"Why is the barrier still here? Why are my Apostles still being kept outside?!"
"Those damned humans! Did they go back on their word?!"
This was not the plan.
At this point, weren't those humans supposed to have taken over the Judgment Court and opened the barrier from within, allowing its Apostles and the forces mobilized outside to enter and join it in surrounding this human who possessed a Card Sequence?
Why was everything below so silent?
Why had nothing happened?
Had it been deceived?
No, I have to retreat.
Although this body had already been transformed into an Apostle of Decay and could hold its consciousness and most of its power, it was ultimately far too fragile.
In truth, it liked this body very much.
Gods were not permitted to enter the Wasteland.
Unless.
A believer sacrificed their body, allowing a god's consciousness to enter the flesh and conceal their divine identity, only then could they remain in the Wasteland.
They.
Gods.
Longed to enter the Wasteland.
With that thought.
The God of Decay had already begun considering retreat.