“The judgment of all the gods?”
William sneered coldly, directly pulling out the Trident and breaking its seal.
In an instant, dark clouds filled the sky, thunder roared, and the earth trembled. Holy Cross Church, spanning thousands of miles around, and even the entirety of Blizzard City were enveloped in black clouds.
Within the black clouds, lightning intertwined, and the sound of thunder shook the heavens.
St. Benedict was dumbfounded…
William, holding the Trident, looked at St. Benedict and raised an eyebrow, “Would you mind repeating what you just said?”
St. Benedict stared at the Trident in William’s hand, suddenly unsure of what to do.
He had some discernment, even though the Trident had been collected by William before the establishment of the Catholic Church, meaning Poseidon had never used the Trident in the Divine Realm.
But he could tell that the fork William was holding was no simple matter.
“The Trident?” St. Benedict, after all a high-ranking figure in the Catholic Church, had heard about Poseidon’s affairs.
Poseidon had a weapon, a trident, imbued with the power to control earthquakes and tsunamis, named the Trident.
If this was indeed Poseidon’s Trident, then William’s identity…
William didn’t even respond to him, arrogantly saying, “Be smart and get out of my way. If I thrust this trident, there will be heavy casualties.”
Arrogant?
William’s current state was the epitome of arrogance!
Since that guy Poseidon wanted to use him, he might as well play along with this script.
St. Benedict asked somewhat nervously, “Are you really a disciple of the sea god Poseidon?”
“If you say I’m not, then I’m not!” William’s face bore a wicked smile, slowly lifting the Trident, a stark contrast to his previous unworldly demeanor.
Archbishop St. Benedict hurriedly said, “Even if you are Poseidon’s disciple, you can’t just destroy my church! Do the gods of Olympus want to break years of peace and become enemies with the Catholic Church?”
“Hah?! Become enemies with the Catholic Church?” William’s smile was filled with disdain, “Do you think you’re even worthy to be enemies with us, the gods of Olympus?”
With that, William lifted the Trident, its energy flowing, causing the earth to tremble and a terrifying storm to sweep across the sky, with thunder shaking the heavens.
Even Drakaina and Orionix were scared enough to flee thousands of miles away.
Other Shapeshifter lords hurriedly retreated.
Damn!
A mere Mortal Deity wielding the weapon of the sea god Poseidon was this terrifying; if Poseidon himself used this weapon, wouldn’t it destroy the heavens and the earth?
Bishop St. Benedict’s gaze also grew colder, staring at William, he said sternly, “Even if you possess a primordial magical artifact, it cannot make up for the difference in strength levels! A mere Mortal Deity daring to wield the weapon of Poseidon? Aren’t you afraid your energy will be exhausted and suffer backlash from the power?”
As he spoke, St. Benedict’s body surged with holy light, golden radiance illuminating for miles, and a golden orb floated in front of him, intending to clash directly with William.
William didn’t care for his bluster.
Since the other party chose to fight, then… he would use less power?
To avoid accidentally killing someone!
The Trident smashed down from above.
The golden light around St. Benedict seemed to solidify, then shattered into fragments.
The orb in mid-air exploded into powder.
St. Benedict stretched out his right hand in a sudden move, holy light protecting his body again.
Boom!
The space around Holy Cross Church collapsed in an instant, with William at the center, the ground sunk hundreds of feet down within a thousand-mile radius.
St. Benedict screamed, turning into powder and dissipating in the air.
William put away the Trident, looking at what was now flat ground where Holy Cross Church had stood, and raised an eyebrow.
In the end, he had underestimated the power of the Trident and overestimated the strength of St. Benedict.
Even though he tried to restrain his power as much as possible, the force of the strike still turned the person into powder.
The Holy Cross Church in front of him was leveled by this cataclysmic force, activating the dormant energy of the frost dragon beneath, causing the ground to tremble.
Orionix and Drakaina were so frightened that they stood frozen in place, not daring to move.
The Shapeshifter lords looked at each other in dismay.
“Is St. Benedict… dead?”
“It seems so…”
“That William isn’t just a Mortal Deity level, is he?”
…
A Mortal Deity suddenly erasing St. Benedict, one of the eight major bishops of the Catholic Church?
It seemed unbelievable.
After being stunned for a moment, Drakaina couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
Hahaha!
Now, this was interesting. A disciple of the sea god Poseidon had killed a bishop of the Catholic Church.
Things were blowing up!
Excellent!
Truly entertaining!
Orionix swallowed hard, trembling all over, completely at a loss.
Hadn’t the gods of Olympus and the Catholic Church always been at peace with each other?
With William’s action, the entire Divine Realm might well be thrown into turmoil, right?
A bishop had died!
Not just any minor character.
Would God easily let this go?
But Poseidon was not someone to be trifled with either!
That famous overprotectiveness, especially for his disciples, and his fiery temper.
The high-ranking god kings wouldn’t start fighting over this, would they?
In the Divine Realm, there has always been a legend that the Prime World was obliterated due to the battles between high-
ranking god kings during the era of the gods.
After all, in the eyes of ordinary deities, only high-ranking god kings possess such power.
As for the once immensely powerful William, in the eyes of most, he was just so-so.
Because back then, whoever William fought, it was always a close call; even if he was strong, he was only slightly stronger.
Those who were defeated by William wouldn’t go around proclaiming they were beaten by him.
Now, the ones who know William’s strength is ridiculously strong are just those high-ranking god kings, the Grand Lord of the Shapeshifters, and the deity of witchcraft.
Beneath Holy Cross Church was indeed sealed an ancient frost dragon, which had been sealed here for hundreds of thousands of years. Now, with William destroying Holy Cross Church, the ancient dragon broke free from its seal and soared into the sky!
“Roar!”
“Damned God! I have finally escaped, and I swear to ascend to the Sanctum of the Holy Light and annihilate your Catholic Church!”
The ancient dragon roared furiously, shouting loudly.
William just stood there, quietly watching it boast.
“Where’s St. Benedict? Come out!”
The ancient dragon flew a bit high, shouting, but continuously observed its surroundings, ready to flee at any moment.
When it saw the person standing on the ground but didn’t see St. Benedict, it roared, “Young man below, did you rescue me…”
The ancient dragon, flying in the air, finally took a serious look at William.
The Trident in William’s hand…
Wait!
This person’s appearance seemed familiar…
“Wi… Wi… William…” After the ancient dragon clearly saw William’s appearance, it was so frightened that it couldn’t speak properly.
That name was truly terrifying!
More frightening than any high-ranking god king’s name.
High-ranking god kings are formidable, but they don’t eat dragon meat! 𝘪𝑎.𝘤𝑜𝘮.𝒎
To those ancient beasts, William was essentially a demon.
Whichever forest William entered, it was as if he had come to his own private ranch, eating whatever divine or fierce beasts he fancied.
Most importantly, this ancient dragon was very aware that in William’s eyes, it would be considered the tasty kind…
𝘳𝘦.𝒸𝑜𝘮