I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 113 --Princess Aysa

"What’s that?"

Suddenly, Owen seemed to sense something and looked sharply toward the outer edge of the territory.

Among the mountains, a panicked figure was fleeing rapidly in this direction.

She wore a luxurious robe and a crown upon her head, exuding an aura of nobility and grandeur.

However, the once-majestic attire was now tattered, her chest stained with blood, her breath weak—she looked as though she might fall at any moment.

But the instant Owen saw the figure of the woman, a distant memory resurfaced in his mind—the powerful presence he had sensed deep underground not long ago.

Back then, he had already noticed how strong the aura was—tier-7, far beyond what any human in this region should have possessed.

And now, this top-tier human expert was being hunted down... by a man with wings on his back, half-human, half-demon.

So it was true—humanity’s current decline was irreversible not just because of external enemies, but because of traitors within—humans who had betrayed their kind and joined the spellbeasts, turning their blades against their own.

Even when top human experts existed, many of them had kneeled for too long, unable to stand up straight, and their betrayal had dealt devastating blows to humanity.

At this moment, Queen Aysa, still fleeing, wore a face filled with despair and grief.

She had believed that after awakening from her slumber, she could once again restore the glory of the Caesar Empire in this new era.

But she had never expected the first person she sought out—the one she trusted most—her former fiancé, the once-celebrated genius of the Duke’s House, Make, had already become a spellbeast’s lackey!

Back in the day, this Duke’s son had received every privilege from the royal family. He was treated like a prince, and when the empire was on the verge of collapse, they spared no effort to seal him away, allowing him to avoid the great catastrophe and awaken in the future.

They had regarded him as the last spark of hope for the Caesar Empire.

But now, when Queen Aysa finally found him with confidence and pride, he had become a twisted being—half-human, half-demon. His bloodline had fully transformed into that of a spellbeast!

Back then, although Aysa was only a princess, her bloodline potential surpassed that of all the princes. At just twenty years old, she had already broken through to tier-7, and within a year, had touched the threshold of tier-8 Awakener, stunning the entire Caesar Empire.

Make, the Duke’s son, was one of the few who could rival her in talent.

It was precisely because of his brilliance that his father—the King of the Caesar Empire at the time—had arranged a marriage between them.

Everyone believed they were a match made in heaven, destined to lead the empire into a new golden age.

They dreamed of reclaiming the lands lost to the spellbeasts, establishing a prosperous and powerful new world free of spellbeast tyranny.

Although Aysa had never truly liked this deep-thinking Duke’s son, she had no one who could match him in talent.

So, for the future of the empire, she had accepted this fate.

But never had she imagined that, after the catastrophic fall of the Caesar Empire, Make would betray them!

Not only had he become a half-demon, but in his domain, she had seen the tragic scenes—humans raised like livestock, and hills of bones made from their remains!

Even worse, upon seeing her, he showed no remorse. Instead, he tried to convince her—invite her—to become his spellbeast consort!

If she hadn’t been weakened from her long slumber, her power diminished, and Make hadn’t grown stronger after becoming a spellbeast, surpassing her in rank and strength—she might not be in such dire straits.

"Aysa, the Caesar Empire is gone. But as a spellbeast, you’ll gain unimaginable benefits!"

"Once you become one of us, I’ll offer you to the descendant of the spellbeast king—the Sunborn. The union between you two would surely give birth to even more powerful offspring. Together, we could build a greater spellbeast kingdom, one where more humans are raised in captivity!"

"Being human is the most miserable thing now. Trust me—don’t be human. Be a spellbeast!"

Make, flying behind Aysa, flapped his wings and spoke with a tone of gentle persuasion.

His head was still human, but his arms had become fleshy wings, glowing with a sinister red light. His body was bat-like and grotesque, sending chills down the spine.

Behind Make was another noble-looking man.

Although he carried an air of arrogance, his head was that of a pig—bloated, greasy, with tusks protruding. Despite his appearance, his aura matched Make’s. He too was a half-human, half-demon.

"Aysa, why struggle in vain? Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, you cannot escape the rule of the spellbeasts!"

"Exactly! The era has changed. If you become one of us, we’ll even call you ’Princess Liar’ with respect. But if you resist—don’t blame us for what happens next!"

As he finished speaking, the pig-headed brute grinned wide, his eyes gleaming with hungry lust.

"You scum—once human, now harming your own kind... worse than animals!"

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"You, who betrayed even your own bloodline, dare threaten me?"

Princess Aysa glared at the half-demons, her eyes full of contempt.

"I was born human—and I’ll die human. That will never change!"

"Perhaps you’re right. The survival of humankind is difficult now. But that only means we must fight harder for it!"

"You traitors—living off the resources humanity gave you, yet harming your own kin—you deserve nothing but death!"

As she faced these two monsters who still dared to boast in front of her, Aysa’s expression turned cold.

She lashed out in fury.

Although her strength had dropped to tier-6 due to severe injuries, surrendering was not an option!

In the blink of an eye, she activated her remaining mana, channeling it into the crown atop her head, igniting the magical runes etched into it. She bolted forward at full speed, trying to widen the gap between her and her pursuers.

The royal crown held immense power—not only could it help her recover her injuries, it could also amplify her spellcasting abilities.

Without it, she would’ve already fallen into their hands.

Seeing Aysa attempting to flee again, Make—who had chased her this far—suddenly narrowed his eyes.

His gem-like red pupils surged with uncontainable killing intent.