"The arrogance of a mere mortal challenging the gods is truly laughable," muttered the deity, a smirk playing on his lips. However, his amusement was short-lived as an unexpected turn of events unfolded before his eyes.

With a determined grip on the sword, Betty's countenance remained resolute as the blade emitted a radiant glow, its brilliance extending several meters beyond its hilt.

Unhesitatingly, Betty swung the colossal sword, cleaving through the newly formed spatial doorway with astonishing force.

In an instant, a malevolent eye manifested within the rift, emanating a foul stench that permeated the air.

"Feeble humans, kneel before me and I shall bestow upon you eternal life and boundless power..." echoed the ominous voice from beyond the spatial threshold.

Yet, before the entity could finish its proclamation, the gargantuan sword descended with relentless determination.

The spatial doorway shattered into oblivion under the weight of the colossal blade, the malevolent eye meeting a swift demise.

Bane, the tyrannical deity reigning from the depths of the abyss, was abruptly severed from his connection to the mortal realm before he could even comprehend what transpired.

Confident arrogance bled from Stanley's face, replaced by a chilling pallor as he witnessed the unfolding scene. Blasphemy! How dare these mortals raise their puny weapons against the divine?

Fury contorted his features. "Blasphemers!" he roared, his voice echoing in the desolate landscape. "This defiance against my god shall not go unpunished! Next time, I shall personally deliver your souls to damnation!"

Fueled by vengeance and fear, he activated a flurry of spells - light body for speed, concealment for escape. He vanished into the shadows, melting into the night like a wraith. But his desperate flight was in vain.

Betty, the woman who had slain the Level beta plus Lava Demon and defied the gods' warnings, remained unfazed. Her eyes, cold and calculating, held the wisdom of countless battles. In her presence, few could hope to escape unseen.

With a flick of her wrist, she summoned the colossal sword, its celestial glow illuminating the fleeing figure. Legendary fighting skills, honed by years of bloodshed, hummed within her. The air crackled with anticipation.

Stanley, barely a whisper in the shadows, stumbled out of concealment as the colossal blade arced down with the wrath of a storm. His scream, cut short and brutal, was swallowed by the echoing clang of steel on flesh.

Had the blade faltered, I fear Stanley would've met his demise in a single, brutal blow. Instead, Betty, with the ease of tossing aside a ragdoll, flung his lifeless form before Morgen.

"He's yours," she declared, her voice devoid of emotion. This was no longer the wild woman who had toppled a Level beta plus Lava Demon like a pup, nor the defiant figure who scoffed at the gods' warnings. A chilling transformation had taken place.

Morgen felt a tremor of unease crawl down his spine. He watched, stunned, as Betty knelt, her head bowed in submission. "Master of Death and Spirit," she intoned, her voice strangely devoid of her usual ferocity. "I offer myself as your loyal servant, your most devoted disciple. I pledge my power, my very soul, to forge a pact with you."

She paused, her gaze locking with his, a flicker of desperation battling with unwavering resolve. "Should this contract be broken," she continued, her voice trembling slightly, "I surrender my spirit, bound to serve you eternally, Great Death."

Morgen's mind reeled. What had driven this formidable Valkyrie to such an act? Was this a desperate ploy for power after her victory, a twisted form of surrender? He couldn't fathom the motives churning within her.

Betty straightened, her eyes locking with Morgen's in a mix of curiosity and veiled defiance. A playful smile danced on her lips, then winked, a mischievous glint sparking within her irises. "Isa sent me," she declared, her voice light yet laced with a subtle challenge. "You can manage here, master."

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Without waiting for a response, she pivoted on her heel and began to walk away, her steps imbued with a confidence that grated on Morgen's nerves. Something about her, perhaps the way she blinked, triggered a memory deep within him. It was a flicker of recognition, a ghost of a connection to a past he couldn't quite grasp. He yearned to catch a glimpse, to etch her features into his mind, but she vanished into the throng, leaving him with an unsettling feeling of emptiness.

A frown creased Morgen's brow, a dark cloud momentarily blotting out his usual stoicism. He cursed himself for not intervening when she signed the soul contract. Its terms were heavily skewed in his favor, burdening Betty with any consequences of violation. While he wouldn't harm her without reason, the contract was forged in the name of the gods, and their interpretations of "breach" often differed vastly from mortals'.

Even though I obtained a Northern Valkyrie with phenomenal combat prowess, why am I unhappy?

He shifted his attention to Stanley, who Betty had beaten like a dead dog.

"I'll break his limbs and lock him up."

He turned his head and gazed around, his expression slightly heavy.

"Assess the conflict's damages, treat the wounded, and collect the remains of all the soldiers who died in the City of Dawn.

I'll hold a hero's funeral for them.

Full of barbarians.

The grassy valley, which was originally made up of green trees, has now become a desolate wasteland.

The scorched trees, the craters left by the combat, the explosion traces left after the magical bombardment, and even the thick smoke odor are still coming from several areas.

Everything became ash, like the earth after a dragon's breath.

The majority of the northern warriors' bodies on the ground were burned to coke, and over 200 magic bats were killed.

A hill-like massive body is densely strewn across the valley.

It's a tragedy.

Morgen gazed at the scene and remained silent for a long period.

This is the City of Dawn's first significant fight.

Previously, they had enough power to face the Cyclops and totally suppress them, but things are different this time. The opponent was formidable.

Grot, the Level beta plus Northern Warrior, and Stanley and Cologne, the two evil god followers, are all formidable and powerful.

The City of Dawn's high-end combat effectiveness is completely under pressure.

In the end, if Betty, the Northern Valkyrie, hadn't been saved by Isa and taken strong action.

Even if you win today, no less than ten of the hundreds of blood clans present and the hundreds of magic bats flying in the sky will perish.

Serious casualties are tragic enough.

"Under the crown of the ancestor, the statistics have arrived"

After half a Sunday, Amy approached Morgen and greeted him respectfully.

"Say"

Morgen maintained a serious expression and gazed intently at the shadowy high priest.

"43 blood deaths, 78 serious injuries, all the remaining minor injuries, 234 deaths of magic bats, 110 serious injuries, and all the rest minor injuries"

"In addition, all the second-generation blood descendants were seriously injured, and Corso was seriously injured."

Even after being prepared, Morgen stayed silent for a long time after hearing this data.

This combat is sufficient to deplete resources, and all available strength has been depleted.

Amy felt a little guilty when he observed Morgen's eyes and said, "Under the crown of the ancestors, I'm not powerful enough."

Obviously, the level beta blasphemer was still unable to let go of the experience of being defeated by Grot, a northern warrior.

Morgen shook his head and replied, "How long has it been since you entered level beta? If you can defeat Grot, the Northern Warrior, you will not be entitled to be the strongest warrior among countless races."

Morgen is acutely aware of this, and he understands the gap between the two.

A race renowned for its fighting prowess engages a priest who is significantly weaker than him; the strengths of the two are not on the same level.

Amy's usefulness lies in his functionality. His abilities can be doubled if someone can collaborate with him.

Unfortunately, Corso, the one-eyed giant, cannot collaborate with Amy. The two's fighting styles are not at all compatible.

"What about the war goods?"

There are 23 living northern soldiers, including five who are level alpha plus.

Level beta plus Northern Warrior Grot, Level beta Evening Bell Church Bishop Stanley, plus, Northland Royal Family..."

For other races, captured adversaries who do not surrender are merely prisoners and worthless.

These captured enemies, however, are more valuable treasures to the blood clan.

The blood clan can transform the opponent into one of its own as long as they are not dead.

This is the blood clan's most powerful and perverted feature. Other races may have fewer people and more conflict if they start a war. Only the blood clan and the undead can engage in more and more violent warfare.

As long as the casualties in each battle remain within a certain range, the blood clan will grow stronger and stronger.

There are numerous sacrifices in this conflict. The three beta-level combat effectivenesses are sufficient to extinguish all of these sacrifices.

You can even gain a beta-level combat effectiveness.

Morgen took a deep breath and turned his attention to the Dark Pact.

At long last, I have the means to deal with them.

He turned his head and looked at the bodies of the blood warriors lined up beside him, a faint chill flashing in his eyes.

These sacrifices will eventually become nourishment, allowing the city of dawn to thrive.

You will experience the blood clan's wrath.

Dark Covenant!