Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil-Chapter 1975: Godfall

Shir stood near the edge of the altar, his body still tense from everything that had happened.

But as he heard God Raashim's calm voice echo across the battlefield, promising to take care of everything, a deep sense of relief spread through him.

For the first time in the last few hours, Shir felt like he could finally breathe.

Ever since Eren had arrived on Baga Island, everything had gone wrong.

Despite all the preparation, all the security, Eren had still managed to break through. He disrupted the seal-strengthening ritual with ease. That alone was a heavy blow. But what came after was even worse.

Shir would never have imagined that someone like Eren—a demigod who hadn't even reached Sage Rank—could cause so much damage.

And then the dragons betrayed him.

The twin dragons, his long-time allies, had turned their backs on him without warning. He never saw it coming. When Eren revealed that the sea monster was actually his ally and not just some wild force on the loose, that was when true fear set in.

At that moment, Shir had felt like everything he built was collapsing.

If he hadn't secretly prepared the ritual to summon God Raashim's Divine Kingdom, things might have ended right there. Even his SS-Rank automaton, strong as it was, had a limit.

It could hold the sea monster and maybe even injure him badly—but it needed a constant stream of Origin Force Points. It wasn't built for a long battle. It wasn't built to stall.

If the sea monster chose to simply endure, to take hits and waste time, the automaton would eventually shut down.

And once that happened, the temple would have no defense left.

Even if Shir somehow escaped, the Raashim Temple wouldn't. The sea monster would've destroyed everything—the altar, the followers, and even the bystanders Shir had planned to use later as workers and worshippers.

Not to mention, if word got out that he'd been forced to face such a situation by someone who has such shallow foundations in Labh Salem, Shir's reputation would be ruined across Labh Salem.

That thought alone was unbearable.

So now, with God Raashim standing beside him, offering to clean up the mess, Shir felt like his prayers had been answered.

All the stress. All the pressure. All the effort he had put into holding his people together—it was worth it.

He let out a quiet sigh and chuckled to himself.

After this is over… I'm sleeping for a week. No duties, no meetings. Just peace.

Then God Raashim turned to him.

"Where's your enemy?" the divine voice asked, calm but serious.

Shir's eyes lit up. He didn't hesitate. He turned his head sharply, already ready to point out Eren's location.

"There, divine father! That bastard is standing—"

But his words caught in his throat.

"Hm?"

He froze. His eyes narrowed, scanning the cliffs in the distance.

Just moments ago, Eren had been standing there. Shir had seen him. Arms crossed. Calm. Watching. Surrounded by his army. The bastard even had the gall to enjoy his smoke.

But now…

He was gone.

The cliff stood empty, the demonic army still there—but their leader had vanished.

Shir blinked, confused.

"Where…?" he muttered, his voice trailing off.

A mix of surprise and relief washed over him. Maybe Eren had run. Maybe he finally realized he was no match for a god and made the smart choice.

But part of Shir couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Still, for now, with God Raashim here, Shir allowed himself a rare moment of peace.

Whatever tricks that bastard Eren had left—he'd deal with them later.

Shir smirked as he looked up at his divine self. The weight of tension had lifted from his chest, and for the first time since the battle began, he felt in control.

With a low chuckle, he began to speak, his voice holding just a hint of mockery.

"Divine father… looks like the rat ran away. We can kill his entire army for now to start. Perhaps we should give him a little chase? With your divine might, it won't take much to catch him, no matter where he hides–"

But then his words stopped—just halfway through.

His smirk froze.

His head slowly turned, almost unwillingly, pulled by instinct more than thought.

Behind God Raashim—right there, just a few steps away—stood Eren.

Shir's breath caught in his throat.

Eren wasn't alone.

Two more figures flanked him, their presence heavy, their faces unfamiliar. Shir barely had time to register them.

His mind couldn't process what he was seeing.

He was still kneeling.

God Raashim hadn't noticed yet.

A mortal… no, that mortal… had just walked onto the altar. Onto sacred ground. Behind a god. Without permission. Without a sound.

He used no Skill. No spell. No artifact.

How did he do it?

He had also felt a slight tug at his heart just a split second ago where Eren had pierced him. Were these things connected?

If yes, the assassination attempt on him was never meant to kill him. It was executed for this event.

A chill ran down Shir's spine.

He remembered this feeling of being subjected to such malevolent and heavy pressure.

He had felt it not long ago—when Eren had nearly ended him with a single strike. The world had slowed then too. Just like now. A strange silence fell across everything, like time itself had forgotten to move.

Even the light felt wrong.

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Shir tried to say something, anything, but his mouth wouldn't move. His throat had gone dry. His words were stuck.

The colors around him dulled.

The skies dimmed.

It was like the world had turned monochrome.

The altar beneath him lost its glow. The runes went quiet. Even the divine energy in the air seemed to freeze in place. Space itself became thick and unmoving, like it had turned to water, trapping his limbs in place.

Shir's heart pounded wildly. But then, a strange thought slipped into his mind. It came with a nervous laugh.

No. No way. This fucking madman can't do anything to a literal god. Hehehe... What am I even worried about?

This is God Raashim we're talking about. An Immortal.

Eren is just a mortal.

How can he kill an Immortal?

Does he have the qualifications?

Who gave him the right?

No… it can't happen.

It simply can't.

Swoosh. Zoom. Pierce.

For the first time in a long long while, an Immortal had been killed by an ant-like mortal.

…

A godfall had taken place in Labh Salem.