I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 87 --Annihilated in One Strike

Staring at Owen, who radiated a golden brilliance, the Flesh-Winged Angel felt an unprecedented fear welling up inside.

In this world, the reason why the Dark Gods had been able to run rampant was simple—human gods had long since perished.

That absence had given the Dark Gods free rein to rule unchecked.

After all, they were not truly gods but Aberrations that had seized control of divine bodies, birthing corrupted consciousnesses.

Yet, because these Dark Gods lacked a steady supply of divine incense, they could only sustain themselves and grow stronger by devouring humans.

That was why they targeted humans so aggressively.

But now—Owen’s arrival sent a chilling realization through the Flesh-Winged Angel’s very soul.

If a true human god had begun to awaken...

Its end was near.

This was an instinct buried deep within its being.

As terror gripped its mind, the golden figure hovering above unleashed an even more blinding divine radiance, illuminating the entire world in an overwhelming glow.

"Dark Gods are nothing more than insects scurrying in the cracks of existence—how dare you run wild? Your time is up."

Though Owen was still unfamiliar with this world, he could clearly sense the presence of divine power within the Flesh-Winged Angel—

Polluted divine power.

That meant this world must have once had true gods.

For some reason, they had vanished.

But that no longer mattered—now that he was here, it was time for the Dark Gods to disappear.

More importantly, he had to use the Flesh-Winged Angel’s demise to make the villagers understand—he was a human god, not a Dark God.

If that weren’t the case, the Flesh-Winged Angel wouldn’t have even seen him coming before being obliterated.

At this moment, under Owen’s intensifying divine pressure, the Dark God’s entire body began trembling violently—even its voice faltered in disorder.

"Y-you... you can’t be a human god! The gods of humanity are long gone!" freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"How could you possibly be one of them?!"

Its words were filled with disbelief.

It desperately wanted to convince itself that this was all just an illusion.

But the terrifying divine pressure crushing down upon it made it impossible to deny the truth—this being was truly a human god.

The villagers, hearing the Flesh-Winged Angel’s panicked cries, felt their hearts ignite with hope.

No one wanted to become food for a Dark God.

And now, at the very brink of despair, a human god had appeared—a god that could save them.

"A god! A god of humanity! We’re saved!"

"I knew it! How could humans be without gods? Even though they remained unseen before, they have appeared when we needed them most!"

The entire village erupted in cheers.

Some of the elderly villagers wept with joy—for years, they had listened to stories passed down by their ancestors about the gods of humanity.

Even as those gods disappeared, the elders had clung to their faith.

Yet, their children and grandchildren had dismissed those stories as nothing but lies.

But now—a human god had descended upon them!

The tide had turned.

With a god to protect them, they would no longer have to live in fear of being devoured.

Even the Tier-4 awakeners, including the village chief, were overwhelmed with complex emotions.

As awakeners, they had long since resigned themselves to relying solely on their own strength to battle against Dark Gods.

But this Dark God’s power was far beyond anything they could withstand.

Yet now—a true god had appeared.

And even without striking a blow, his mere presence had driven the Flesh-Winged Angel into a panic.

That alone was proof of his terrifying strength.

"We’re saved!"

That was the thought that ran through every mind in the village.

A moment ago, they had been on the brink of death—and now, they had never felt more grateful to be alive.

As Owen took in the sight of the villagers cheering, smiling in exhilaration, he knew—they had accepted him as their god.

"No matter the world, absolute strength is the key to absolute faith."

Owen murmured to himself, deep in thought.

Had any other god been placed in his position, they would have likely fled in disgrace.

Even a 1-Star Peak Ancient God would have, at best, been able to fight the Flesh-Winged Angel on equal footing.

If they couldn’t defeat it with ease, the villagers would have doubted their divinity—for a god that struggled against a Dark God was no god worth worshiping.

Even if such a god managed to save them, they would feel only gratitude, not devotion.

Only by utterly crushing the Dark God could he wipe away their fear and instill unwavering faith.

Only a display of absolute power could make them truly worship him.

Now, the time had come.

Owen cast a cold glance at the Flesh-Winged Angel, which remained frozen in place under his divine pressure.

"For your crimes against humanity, you shall be sacrificed to honor their fallen souls."

As Owen spoke, a blazing crimson greatsword materialized above the Dark God’s head.

The air around it seared and crackled, so hot that it made the scalp tingle and burn.

The Flesh-Winged Angel let out a terrified scream.

Even the villagers felt the overwhelming heat radiating from the sword, as if the very air had turned to fire, making it painful to breathe.

Despite the discomfort, their reverence for Owen only grew stronger.

Countless eyes—**filled with anticipation—**locked onto the Flesh-Winged Angel.

Somewhere deep inside, they knew they were about to witness a miracle.

SHRIIIP!

At the very instant the flaming blade reached its peak power, it sliced through the searing void.

The blinding inferno turned the entire world blood-red.

Then—before anyone could react—

The Flesh-Winged Angel’s head was severed.

Its body and severed head were instantly engulfed by an erupting inferno, flames consuming them before it could even scream.

All that remained was the stench of charred flesh and rising black smoke.

At the same time, Owen clenched his fingers, pulling a cluster of corrupted Order Fragments into his grasp.

With a single divine pulse, he purged them of all corruption, leaving behind only pure Order energy.

"Only ten Order Fragments?"

Owen furrowed his brows slightly.

When he had obliterated Aberrations in other realms, he had received far more.

Then he realized—this world was different.

The Dark Gods here had taken over the bodies of former human gods.

They had almost no Order Fragments left.

And, unlike true gods, they barely understood how to wield divine power—only how to consume humans to grow stronger.

That explained why they had so little Order.

Still, ten fragments was better than nothing.

Especially since Order Fragments were exceptionally rare—

And he needed a great deal of them to bestow divinity upon his Vassal Gods.

At that moment—

The villagers, still recovering from the blinding inferno, finally processed what had happened.

Staring at the smoldering remains of the Flesh-Winged Angel, they shuddered in awe.

That had been a Tier-5 Peak Dark God.

A being they couldn’t even scratch, no matter how hard they fought.

Yet—Owen had annihilated it in a single strike.

Even though they had seen it with their own eyes, they still couldn’t believe it.

Just how powerful was this god?

Even if a Dark God were stronger than him, destroying it should still be nearly impossible.

Yet, in Owen’s hands—it had been reduced to ashes, effortlessly.

If such a god were to protect their village...

At that thought, the minds of many villagers began to stir.