Yarra's Adventure Notes-Chapter 1401 - 187 Absolute Power

"What, what?" Although Catherine had somewhat braced herself, Pannis’s description still startled her, causing her voice to sharpen as she asked in astonishment, "Just by doing that, they can launch an attack? Merely... by thinking?"

"Yes, just by thinking," nodded Pannis, answering expressionlessly, "Of course, this method of attack has its own limits of ability. It’s not like you can conjure up any level of intensity you wish. It depends on the deity’s own strength. Otherwise, if a deity went insane for a moment and, out of sheer boredom, contemplated destroying the world, then Yarran World would be destroyed, and Lord Yarra would probably be pissed off in some infinitely distant realm." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"Even with a limit, it’s still outrageous," Catherine’s eyes were still wide open as she said with some disbelief, "So, what exactly is the upper limit of this method of attack? How intense could it be?"

"Based on the experiences I’ve had communicating with Saen, it’s different for each deity, which is why I’ve mentioned it’s tied to the deity’s own strength," Pannis explained, "I’m not sure about other deities. But as for Danacus, who had a weakened Divine Soul back then, his attacks weren’t too strong. At the very least, he couldn’t kill us with a glance. The intensity of his attacks was such that each one could penetrate the Shield and knock us back while causing minor injuries—yes, you’re thinking right, every time and effortlessly."

"Whew, it’s an unreasonable level of power," Catherine sighed deeply, her exclamation tinged with a hint of helplessness. Being from the Fourth Epoch of the Yarran World, demigods were at the limit of what beings could understand as powerful. Sheltered by the Divine Barrier, beings had no chance to witness the despairingly formidable power of deities and thus could not gain an intuitive understanding. In the imagination of most, the power of deities is always compared to that of demigods, believing that deities are simply a collection of creatures much more powerful than demigods. However, only those who have truly faced deities understand that demigods are still mortals, while deities are deities. The might of the two is not on the same level at all; there is a fundamental difference. At least all the demigods combined could not manage to alter the world with a single thought, yet deities could do so effortlessly. Looking back at her past understanding of deific strength, Catherine found it laughable and naive, hence shaking her head and saying, "It’s really difficult to even imagine."

"The will of a deity is irresistible," murmured Lina, drawing a perfect square in front of her chest, her head bowed low, "So it turns out that this phrase is not just for guidance and praise, but also a description that carries its true meaning. No wonder every church has similar prayers. I always thought it was just a human’s reverence for deities."

"Indeed, it’s a very accurate description," Pannis said with a wry smile, "Mortals can’t imagine how deities change the world just by will, so they can’t fathom how, with just a look or a thought, they can pulverize most mortals."

"I suddenly understand what you meant earlier when you said that if our souls truly have limitations, it may not necessarily be for the self-protection of deities," said Catherine with a bitter smile, "When the difference in strength is so vast that comparison loses meaning, cutting off the possibility of conflict might actually be a protection for the weak. If there had been no such restrictions during the Third Epoch, and mortals’ attacks could have injured deities, I fear the number of mortal deaths would have been countless times higher than now."

"We can’t provide a definitive answer to things that never happened," Pannis shook his head, "So, there’s no need to ponder over these questions anymore."

"Indeed, there’s no need," Catherine sighed, "I’m just marveling at the gap between mortals and deities. It’s hard to imagine how you managed to endure such an inescapable strength."

"For us, it was relatively bearable, given that Danacus was only a weakened Divine Soul at the time, and his will wasn’t strong enough to kill us directly," Pannis explained, "And because he was merely a Divine Soul, he couldn’t utilize the more powerful physical attacks either."

"Wait, there are even more powerful attacks?" Lina asked in surprise, "They can use physical attacks too?"

"What do you think Danacus was so eager to obtain a body for?" Pannis retorted, "He wouldn’t engage in meaningless acts for inexplicable reasons. Only when he possessed a Divine Body would he have his full strength, and only then could he face potential attacks from other deities. According to Saen, with a Divine Body, Danacus’s physical attacks would be much stronger than his current will-based attacks. Just think back to the devastation of Yarran World at the end of the Third Epoch. The whole world was crumbling under the warfare between deities; that was the result of their clashing powers. We demigods, no matter how strong, would probably only face death against that kind of force."

"Luckily, he was just a Divine Soul," Catherine let out another sigh of relief, not daring to think about what would have happened if Danacus’s body had not been damaged, simply shaking her head and saying, "But even so, it must have been very hard for you."

"Yes, it was very hard," Pannis nodded, "When Danacus started to strike back, the pressure on us increased manifold. It wasn’t just a single counterattack; after his first retaliation, he began to launch continuous assaults on us, sometimes even targeting two to three people at once. With every assault, someone would sustain injuries of varying severity, and the injured would temporarily withdraw for Maya’s healing magic while others filled in. During that period, probably the hardest-working was Maya, whose healing magic never ceased, and that’s why I didn’t dare let Tiya join the attack, because their connected souls could disrupt Maya’s concentration."

"You should’ve brought a priest of the Benevolent God with you," Lina commented empathetically, "Like me, for example."

"Hahahaha." Even Pannis, lost in grim retrospection, laughed at that, reaching out to ruffle the priest girl’s spiky hair. Lina blushed, swatted Pannis’s hand away, and rolled her eyes, saying, "Okay, okay, I know I might have been turned to pieces upon entry, but for a healer, that kind of pressure is indeed too great."

"It was indeed," affirmed Pannis with a nod, "But we saw hope, so we immediately changed our tactics."