Chapter 24 - The Fallen God of Forging and Trade!

　　Blood sacrifice of the living is a common act of sacrifice in all of the multiverse.

　　But usually, those who enjoyed blood sacrifices were generally dominated by unorthodox evil gods, who would often trick believers in him to utilize such means to forcefully descend to the other side's realm.

　　This approach is so overly vicious that even the demons rarely use this vicious approach.

　　Though demons love chaos and war, and enjoy the pleasures of blood.

　　But although this method will give you great power for a short period of time, it will contaminate the descended person's godhood and true name, so that the strength will be permanently damaged.

　　And in order to use this method of divine descent, a large number of devout believers must be made to offer up their souls.

　　But where is the power of resentment provided by a devout believer so easy to get rid of, after being forced to become a tribute to a blood sacrifice.

　　The more devout he was in life, the deeper his resentment towards the gods when he was betrayed in death.

　　If the power of resentment was accumulated enough, then this power of resentment could even rush up to the Divine Kingdom and backfire on the deity, causing it to fall.

　　Now the God of Forge and Trade would do such a thing, which is why Abbott says he's really mad.

　　As a proper deity of the Orc World, even if it was just a weak god, it was still a god with a proper god frame and priesthood!

　　Normally such a deity wouldn't do this even if they fell, after all, there was actually a chance of resurrection after falling, but if they used a blood sacrifice, it was simply a dead end.

　　Thinking about it this way, it may be that as a god of the forge and trade she has other unknown retreats ....

　　....

　　Just as Abbott rushes to the temple of the God of Forge and Trade.

　　The divine temple had turned into a picture that was even more terrifying than the Endless Abyss.

　　A divine envoy of the God of Forge and Trade was yanking a female orc by her hair and throwing her into the middle of a spell that gave off an eerie aura.

　　"Don't! My children are waiting for me at home, please, leave me alone."

　　The female orc fell to her knees and bawled, expecting the other to hear it and have a clear conscience.

　　A hint of hesitation appeared on the bloodstained face of the divine messenger, and the dagger in his hand was a bit unsteady.

　　He thought of his wife at home, and of his wailing children at home, and wondered how they were now .....

　　"....."

　　With a slash, the female orc's neck was slashed by the god's messenger and blood spurted out.

　　Covering her neck, she looked incredulously at the god's ambassador in front of her, the "good man" who had explained the teachings of the God of Forge and Trade to them every day before.

　　The good man who had selflessly helped people countless times had disappeared and become an executioner with blood on his hands.

　　At the moment he was covering his face and crying helplessly, not understanding why the god he believed in would do such a thing.

　　Isn't God, supposed to love the world?

　　After the female orc died, her body quickly turned into a puddle of blood, and her soul surfaced from the spell, the soul was filled with disbelief, and when she attempted to escape the spell, she was fixed in place by an invisible force.

　　"Curse you, I curse you all!"

　　The female orc soul's appearance became rapid, gradually changing from an ordinary soul to something horrific, twisted, and agonizingly painful throughout.

　　Then her soul was absorbed by a female orc sitting on her knees with her head bowed in the center of the spell, and it looked like this was the saintly maiden that the God of Forge and Trade had chosen to have a fleshly body ready to be used for the Divine Surrender.

　　And with every such painful soul absorbed, the golden glow all over that female orc's body became a little weaker, and at the same time, the light she emitted was gradually changing from a dazzling golden color to a pitch-black color.

　　Seeing this, the divine messenger wiped away his tears and proceeded to pull another devotee from the nearby crowd of people being held by the guards.

　　"God fell for us, and none of this is God's fault."

　　Once again, the knife slashed the believer's throat, and as he watched the other party's soul being absorbed, the God-Emperor's face became expressionless.

　　"It's all ....."

　　"It's all that demon's fault!"

　　.....

　　On his way to the temple, Abbott notices more and more souls in the city drifting toward the church.

　　"Damn! Did the other side mobilize all the believers to kill them all!"

　　By now the smell of blood revealed in the church was already getting stronger and stronger, and the brutalized souls had even densified to the point of making the upper part of the church pitch black.

　　Nearing the front of the church, several templars tried to stop Abbott.

　　With a single swing of the sword, the group of temple warriors perished on the spot, dead beyond repair.

　　Abbott kicks in the door and bursts in.

　　The sight in front of him at this moment caused even Abbott, who was a high-ranking demon, to be taken aback.

　　The square behind the gate of the temple.

　　Tens of thousands of believers were being herded by the guards, ready to be sent one by one into the phalanx to be slaughtered, and when they saw Abbott barging in, they immediately sped up the slaughter.

　　"Nice try, Stormy!"

　　Countless dazzling sword qi directly took out the believers and guards together.

　　It couldn't be helped that for every believer the other side slaughtered, the stronger the descended God of Forge and Trade became.

　　But there are too many men in front of him, and Abbott rushes to change his offense.

　　He thrust his magic sword hard into the spell formation on the ground, ready to disrupt the process of the other party's divine descent.

　　But it's too late.

　　The true form of the God of Forge and Trade has absorbed enough souls of believers.

　　Only to see that the female orc sitting on her knees raised her head, revealing a picture of her pretty face, and smiled sorrowfully at Abbott.

　　"Devil, we meet again!"

　　Then, a number of divine weapons fell from within her heavenly divine kingdom, appearing one by one in her hands.

　　In the next instant, she was seen charging at Abbott with an open axe in her left hand and a spear in her right.

　　"Dang!"

　　Abbott cleaves the spear with his magic sword, then knocks the open axe out of his opponent's hand.

　　It looks like Abbott still has the upper hand when it comes to fighting.

　　"Again!"

　　Waving her hand again, a huge two-handed sword appeared in the hand of the female orc deity, slashing at Abbott.

　　Unlike last time, the other side is getting stronger with time.

　　It looked like it was familiarizing itself with this new body.

　　Abbott laughed out loud, though.

　　"Heh, after all this fuss I thought how strong you could become? A bedbug is a bedbug, even if it gets stronger."

　　After saying that, a Thunder Style was unleashed.

　　Abbott appeared behind his opponent and the huge sword in the deity's hand fell to the ground.

　　Along with the huge sword falling, there were also the opponent's hands!

　　The hands of the God of Forge and Trade are rapidly growing back.

　　The weird thing was that unlike deities who commonly used divine power to recover from injuries, she recovered her wounds using a black aura that revealed oddities.

　　The scent made Abbott instinctively uncomfortable, and gave him the urge to give up everything and destroy the other man as well.

　　"Cute little imp, you're strong, but guess what I am now, having fallen?"

　　The female orc turned back, not only did her hands return to their original state, but she resumed conjuring up her two daggers.

　　And, behind her ....

　　The same kind of black aura began to emanate.

　　Abbott gripped his magic sword tightly and stared at his opponent with a scowl on his face.

　　"No need to guess, I know what you are, only I didn't realize that you had turned to the devil!"