I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 132 --Alina’s Shock

Proceeding forward with utmost caution, Frank suddenly froze in his tracks. A sudden sense of danger surged through him, instinctively causing him to focus, his sharp eyes slicing through the heavy fog ahead like a blade.

And then he saw it.

A massive black abyss emerged before his eyes—vast and bottomless, like a tear between two worlds. Within it flowed an upside-down river of stars, swirling with breathtaking brilliance.

Yet despite its splendor, a single glance at this abyss sent an icy chill crawling down Frank’s spine.

His instincts screamed at him—falling into that abyss meant certain death.

"Is this rift left behind by the Dark God’s invasion? So deep... so terrifying!"

Frank’s expression turned grave as he carefully surveyed the great chasm. Spanning across the void was a Rainbow Bridge, glowing faintly with seven-colored light. It looked like a ribbon of radiance, though veiled by layers of mist, it had dimmed into a dull gray hue.

This Rainbow Bridge, Frank realized, must be the battlefield—the place where the two sides would clash.

A sudden premonition struck him.

Without hesitation, he turned and quickly retreated back to Thomas’s side, glancing around at the others before announcing, "Thomas, there’s no path ahead. At the edge of the fog lies an abyss, and across it is a single Rainbow Bridge."

The crowd went still for a moment.

An abyss?

A Rainbow Bridge?

None of them had ever encountered anything like this before.

"If there’s only one Rainbow Bridge," Thomas said coldly, "then the Dark God’s devotees will definitely come through it as well."

"Move out! Eliminate every last one of them!"

His gaze grew frostier as he led the charge, cutting through the fog until the Rainbow Bridge came into full view before them.

The sight of it caused the gathered warriors to momentarily hold their breath.

Once they stepped onto that bridge, they would be walking into a fight for their lives.

But Thomas didn’t hesitate for even a second.

Step.

As his foot landed on the bridge, his aura surged explosively, and his body instantly entered battle mode.

Seeing this, the others followed suit, stepping onto the radiant bridge one after another. Their battle energy flared to life, their fighting spirit rising like a tide.

This Rainbow Bridge was enormous—several hundred meters wide and nearly ten thousand meters long. From where they stood, they could already see movement on the opposite end. Silhouettes emerged from the mist, walking onto the Rainbow Bridge as well.

From the mist emerged Dalaran, a look of icy arrogance etched into his face. He gripped his staff tightly, divine power radiating from his figure like a god walking among mortals.

As a missionary of the Silver God, and one who had once consumed Ice Dragon Grass, he was a warrior with partial dragonification—a source of immense pride and strength.

He had complete confidence that he would crush the opposing god’s Awakeners.

After all, he had already reached peak tier-4—his combat power rivaling even a tier-5 Awakener!

The Silver God had personally told him that the enemy would be far weaker in this War of the Gods.

Dalaran had wholeheartedly believed it. From a humble tier-1 village Awakener, he had risen in record time to the peak of tier-4. His growth was faster than riding a rocket.

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Which was why he had absolute confidence in this fight.

"Everyone, follow me onto the bridge!"

"This time, we fight for the great Silver God. If anyone dares flee, they will be executed on the spot!"

His cold voice cut through the ranks like steel.

The other devotees echoed in unison:

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

Each of them looked visibly excited. Under the guidance and blessing of the Silver God, their progress had been phenomenal. Even the spellbeasts that once oppressed them now fell easily before their blades.

Their confidence had swelled.

With such a powerful god leading them, no matter who the enemy was, they were convinced they could trample over them just like they crushed spellbeasts.

Silver God had even issued a generous reward system:

Slaying a lower-ranked Dark God devotee would earn them 100 silver coins.Slaying one of equal rank would earn 10 gold coins.

And it was common knowledge that even a single silver coin could sustain an ordinary family for an entire year. A hundred silver coins? That was a fortune.

So, for this War of the Gods, they had long been prepared. They were eager, even excited, already dreaming of their bright future.

As Silver God’s devotees, they believed in one ultimate truth—money could fulfill any wish.

In their eyes, the enemy wasn’t a threat.

They were walking bags of gold and silver.

They had unwavering confidence in their combat strength. To them, this deadly battle would be nothing more than a harvest.

Easy money.

"Move out!"

Dalaran cast a glance over the crowd, then led them onto the Rainbow Bridge.

But as they took their first steps onto the bridge, they saw them—

One after another, powerful figures appeared from the distant mist, each radiating an overwhelming presence.

Their sheer aura was like wild beasts crashing through a flood—so oppressive that Dalaran’s group instinctively trembled.

Suppression.

Level suppression.

As Awakeners, they were all too familiar with this kind of overwhelming pressure.

But how was this possible?

Their own growth had already been extraordinary, especially with Ice Dragon Grass boosting their potential. How could the enemy have progressed faster than them?

And it wasn’t just that their opponents were stronger—there were so many of them!

If Dalaran’s force was a mere pond, the enemy was a roaring river. There was simply no comparison.

Behind Dalaran, his followers gawked, jaws agape, eyes wide with disbelief.

Dalaran had confidently told them that the enemy was weak—nothing to worry about.

But the truth before their eyes told a completely different story.

Above them, suspended high in the sky, Alina—1 Star Ancient God—wore the same look of disbelief as her stunned devotees.

With divine perception, she could clearly see the levels of Thomas and the others.

"Tier-5..."

"And there are two of them!"

Her voice trembled with shock. Tier-5—that was the upper limit of combat power for a god like her!

In other words, even without the opposing god taking action, just these two people alone could defeat her.

But it didn’t stop there.

There were two more tier-4 peak Awakeners.

Six mid-tier tier-4 Awakeners.

Eighteen tier-3 Awakeners.

Eighty-four tier-2 Awakeners.

Eight hundred and fifteen tier-1 Awakeners.

This sheer number of Awakeners was beyond anything she’d imagined—it was absolutely terrifying!

Her face went deathly pale.

Crushed.

She was going to be utterly, passively crushed.

Who in the world was the Dark God leading them?

Why did he have so many devotees?

And how in the world had they raised a tier-5 Awakener already?!