From Goblin to Goblin God - Chapter 325

Chapter 325: The God of War Ares Appears, and the Gods Rage!

TL: Sungmin

“I know this is difficult for all of you, but with the destruction of the Heavenly Church, the number of believers has drastically decreased. The remaining followers are unable to rebuild the church…”

Michael wore a face full of apology and embarrassment as she addressed the crowd.

However, everyone still looked extremely troubled.

Who would want to take on such a thankless task?

Then Perseus’s voice broke the silence. “Well, Your Highness Michael, I am willing to lend you a hand.”

He stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and stretched out his hand, clearly hoping to hold the god’s sacred hand.

But Michael was no fool. While offering her thanks, she suppressed her reluctance and moved aside. “That’s wonderful!”

“You lust-driven bastard! If you want to do it, do it yourself. Don’t drag us into this, you scum!” Pendragon couldn’t help but curse out loud.

It was true they couldn’t defeat Gabriel—there was no doubt about that.

But that didn’t mean they could be forced into doing such things.

The Desert Queen Fiya also objected. “There are still many unresolved matters in my empire. I cannot agree to this.”

Even the Five Great Sages declined. “We are already occupied negotiating with the Five Wicked Sages. Diverting any power now would leave us vulnerable.”

“In that case, why not send the Holy Alliance instead? After all, they already carry some of our strength.”

At this moment, Hercules spoke gravely.

Having witnessed Gabriel’s power and temperament, he thought it best not to escalate the situation unnecessarily.

Offering a token effort should suffice.

However, Gabriel’s voice was sharp and commanding. “No, it must be you, or forces second only to yours.”

The Angel Army could at most eliminate Lin Tian, his confidants, and the goblin army.

Among the remaining monsters, many had already evolved into Great Demons.

Even the combined might of the Holy Alliance wouldn’t be enough.

These monsters needed to be suppressed, just as the Holy Church and the Great Tomb had once divided territories. Only then could a church be established, and the loyalty of believers maintained.

“Why is this necessary? Aren’t you planning to eliminate the strongest monster?” Loael couldn’t help but ask.

Michael looked troubled. “We regret that we cannot disclose the specifics, dear.”

The crowd fell silent, unsure of how to respond.

Helping to build a church for others would be akin to betraying their own faith.

None of them could agree to it.

Losing the protection of their own gods would have unimaginable consequences.

Besides, other than their imperial forces, there were many powerful monsters and demi-human factions out there.

Their expressions said it all—no one needed to voice their refusal.

Michael could only look helplessly at Gabriel. “Your Highness, what should we do now?”

“According to the Covenant of the Gods, we indeed cannot interfere in the mortal realm. However, God decreed one condition: if the survival of our system is at stake, we may intervene…”

A sudden, overwhelming pressure of divine power burst forth.

“Mythic-Class Magic: Judgment of Heaven!”

In an instant, everyone felt a profound unease as the environment transformed into a courtroom.

Gabriel and Michael sat above, radiating an aura of solemn authority.

Around them stood towering statues of six-winged angels, each wielding swords. Even as mere sculptures, their golden eyes seemed to pierce into the depths of one’s soul.

Everyone’s hearts began to race.

Gabriel’s voice echoed from every direction, booming like thunder. “Kneel!”

“Thud!”

The sheer force of the power caused everyone to collapse to their knees.

The Five Great Sages were in disbelief. “How can this be? Such… overwhelming divine power surpasses all light, rendering everything else dull and insignificant…”

“My strength… It’s being stripped away by this tribunal?!”

Perseus stared at his powerless hands in horror.

Hercules’s spear and shield of bravery were reduced to broken toys, as useless as scrap iron.

His heart felt as though it was laid bare under the gaze of a probing soul, leaving him increasingly terrified.

Pendragon, too, was overcome with fear. Her small face was pale, her pupils quivering as she knelt powerlessly.

Gabriel crossed his arms and looked down at everyone with disdain. “For the sake of Heaven, I must do this. But don’t worry, I will not attack you. Let’s see if you can endure the soul assault of the Judgment of Heaven!”

“No! Stay away from me!!”

Suddenly, a heart-wrenching scream erupted as Perseus writhed uncontrollably.

It was as if he were resisting something unbearable.

But to the others, there was nothing visible.

In Perseus’s eyes, however, the specters of women he had once violated and killed were crawling toward him, their hands clawing at his body, suffocating him.

At the same time…

Hercules raised his head, his pupils shrinking in shock.

Before him stood an ordinary woman dressed in white, holding a baby and sobbing incessantly.

“It’s… it’s you?! I’m sorry… I’m sorry! Back then, I abandoned you to prove my strength. I’m sorry!”

He roared, slamming his hand heavily onto the ground, the impact echoing endlessly.

His eyes were bloodshot, filled with regret and remorse.

Even the Five Great Sages were wracked with pain. Despite their holy and virtuous reputations, each carried dark, shameful secrets buried deep within their hearts.

The Desert Queen was utterly terrified, clutching her head. “Stay away from me! Aren’t you supposed to be dead?”

Before her stood the Pharaoh she had personally slain, now appearing to claim his revenge.

And it wasn’t just him.

Every sin she had committed in her life surfaced relentlessly, tormenting her.

Yet amidst this, the strongest hero of the Star Sanctuary, Loael, stood firm, his breathing steady as though he had never committed a single sinful or regretful act.

Gabriel’s expression shifted slightly. “Oh? Your soul is pure? In the future, you might directly ascend to become a high-tier angel.”

“That’s wonderful!” Michael clapped enthusiastically.

Loael, however, remained silent.

At that moment, Perseus’s hand suddenly shot up, veins bulging as he screamed, “Enough! Enough, Lord Gabriel! Why are you punishing me? Didn’t I already agree to help you?”

“Oh, right! Your Highness, he did say he was willing to assist us,” Michael exclaimed awkwardly, realizing the oversight.

With a simple wave of Gabriel’s hand, Perseus was restored to normal.

Now, he was pale, drenched in sweat, his body covered in goosebumps.

He gasped desperately for air, like a drowning man who had finally resurfaced.

The Tribunal of Heaven’s soul attack was unavoidable. It plunged every individual into their deepest despair and helplessness, enacting soul-judgment thereafter.

It had nothing to do with mental strength.

Even the most heinous individuals would be subjected to such torment, as no one’s conscience was entirely free of self-reproach.

For the utterly depraved, the Tribunal simply brought back the conscience they had lost over time, forcing them to confront their soul and punish themselves.

At this moment, the others were clearly at their breaking point. “S-stop… stop this…”

But Gabriel showed no intention of halting, her expression resolute.

This concerned the future of Heaven—it could not be abandoned lightly.

In a way, she was merely serving divine authority.

Just as Hercules and the others were about to succumb to despair, a sudden surge of powerful energy descended from above.

“Crack!”

In an instant, the entire Tribunal of Heaven shattered into countless fragments, scattering into the air.

A tremendous shockwave accompanied this destruction, blasting everyone away.

Finally, they felt as though they had been reborn after death.

Had the ordeal lasted any longer, they might have taken their own lives to escape the torment of their conscience.

Suddenly, a new pressure blanketed the square, accompanied by a humming, vibrating force.

It was clear now—the object that had descended wasn’t a meteor or falling star.

It was a man clad in golden armor, radiating an aura like that of a god.

No, he was a god.

In his hand, he wielded a short golden hammer, crackling with lightning that surged and danced around him in unyielding currents.

He exuded unparalleled majesty.

“Lord Ares!”

Hercules’s expression shifted, and he cried out in excitement.

The others’ faces turned pale in shock.

It was Ares, the God of War, one of the Twelve Olympian Gods.

With a devilish smile, Ares spoke nonchalantly, “Relax. This is our territory. Heaven’s lot has no right to run wild here.”

Everyone let out a collective sigh of relief, feeling rescued.

For Pendragon, Fiya, the Five Great Sages, and the others, Ares might not be a god from their system, but as long as he could solve the immediate problem, that was enough.

Gods could only negotiate on equal footing with other gods.

Hearing this, Gabriel’s face darkened. “Ares? What do you mean by saying I have no right to run wild here? Do you think you can defeat me?”

“Hahaha, Gabriel, the Battle Angel, Executioner of Heaven—I’ve always wanted to see what you’re capable of,” Ares laughed heartily, his tone dripping with scorn and provocation.

In an instant, a golden light exploded. Before anyone could react, Gabriel had already drawn her sword.

A golden sword slash surged toward Ares.

But for the battle-hardened God of War, such an attack was effortlessly avoided.

“Be careful! Her attacks are unavoidable!” Hercules warned urgently.

Unfazed, Ares swung his Warhammer in a swift arc, creating a ferocious lightning storm that countered the sword slash.

The resulting explosion was deafening, shaking the heavens and scattering the clouds entirely.

Everyone immediately backed away, unwilling to get too close.

The level of this battle was far beyond their capabilities; even a minor misstep could lead to severe injuries.

Seeing this, Gabriel’s golden eyes flared brilliantly as she unleashed a flurry of over a dozen sword slashes in rapid succession.

Her lips curled into a faint smile.

Ares couldn’t block them all at once. That meant he would be forced to dodge and deal with each slash individually.

The final sword slash would grow progressively stronger with time.

And indeed, Ares’s extraordinary agility allowed him to weave effortlessly through the barrage of densely packed sword slashes, deflecting them one by one.

Even his breathing remained unnervingly steady.

“What?!”

Ares’s expression shifted, sensing something was amiss.

The final sword slash in front of him towered over ten meters high, radiating an oppressive force.

The holy light was so intense it was almost impossible to keep one’s eyes open.

The sharp aura of despair gripped everyone’s throats like a noose.

Perseus gasped in shock. “How is this possible? This kind of attack—isn’t it just unbeatable?”

For demigods, their Mythic-Class abilities, while formidable, often had ways to be countered.

But this attack, with its unavoidable nature and escalating power, seemed insurmountable.

Seeing this, Ares had no choice but to activate his domain. A golden magic circle instantly spread beneath his feet. “Mythic-Class Battle Technique: Annihilate the Thousand Armies!”

As his hammer swung faster and faster, lightning crackled and snapped around it. Even a stray spark could shatter the white iron ore ground beneath him.

In mere moments, Ares became a golden, lightning-charged whirlwind, charging headlong at the sword slash.

“Zzzzzzz!”

The ground crumbled into a massive crater wherever he passed.

When the two forces collided, the resulting explosion and shockwave obliterated the entire Divine Strength Plaza.

The palace itself was reduced to ruins.

The onlookers were flung backward, coughing up blood. They had once believed themselves to be at the pinnacle of strength.

But compared to True Gods, the gap was unimaginably vast.

Of course, these were Main Gods.

“Are you all right?”

“Don’t move, let me heal you~”

“Hang in there, don’t pass out.”

Michael flitted among the injured, teleporting between them and soothing their wounds with healing magic.

“This… how is this possible?! My kingdom!”

Hercules stared ahead in shock, his heart trembling.

Before him stretched a path of destruction four to five kilometers long and two to three hundred meters wide, with lightning still crackling faintly along it.

This devastation had been caused by a single strike from Ares.

The God of War’s destructive power was truly top-tier.

The visual impact was overwhelming.

The next moment, Ares returned to the ruined plaza, scoffing. “Hmph, I thought this attack would be something extraordinary. Turns out, it’s just this.”

His Annihilate the Thousand Armies was a Mythic-Class battle technique without any game-breaking flaws.

Or rather, its sheer power made it its own game-breaking feature.

“So, you truly intend to stop me?”

Gabriel’s voice was icy, a silver combat helmet appearing on her head as she fully entered battle mode.

The twelve wings on her back lit up, with four of them glowing golden.

Golden feathers floated down, an awe-inspiring sight.

Ares didn’t reply, instead hurling his warhammer.

Its rotational force and momentum could easily pierce through a mountain.

Boom!

But Gabriel simply raised her sword, deflecting the hammer with ease.

The impact flattened yet another large section of buildings.

The sheer pressure was vastly different from before.

Ares’s heart tightened as he sensed danger. “So, she’s activated her four wings? Interesting. Looks like I’ll have to get serious too!”

“Enough! My lord gods, we agree to your terms!”

Hercules’s voice suddenly rang out, interrupting the tense atmosphere.

Everyone’s expressions shifted, confused by his sudden declaration.

Pendragon was the first to retort. “I won’t agree to anything, scum!”

Hercules’s face darkened. “If we don’t agree, my capital will be destroyed. If the Immortal Empire refuses to cooperate, I’ll launch an all-out war!”

He knew that if he sent troops and others ignored his plight, opportunists might seize the chance to attack.

He had no choice but to drag everyone into this.

“What?!”

Everyone’s faces turned pale. All-out war would mean a bloodbath across the Divine Continent.

Reluctantly, they nodded one by one. “Fine, we agree. But we won’t commit many troops. The Divine Strength Empire will have to bear the brunt.”

“That’s acceptable. Lord Gabriel, Lord Michael, will this suffice for you to stop?” Hercules asked helplessly.

Finally, Gabriel was satisfied. “Very well. I will ensure you receive your rewards later. Come, Michael, let’s prepare for battle.”

“Mm-hmm! See you all later~”

Michael waved to the group before both ascended in a flash of light, disappearing into the sky.

Hercules turned to Ares. “Thank you, Lord Ares, for your assis—”

Before he could finish, Ares’s face darkened. “Hmph! Fool! This is a betrayal of Olympus! From now on, the affairs of the Divine Strength Empire and the War God Empire will have nothing to do with Olympus!”

Swish!

With that, Ares’s body erupted in lightning, ascending swiftly before flying toward Mount Olympus on the horizon.