Hanfry looked in astonishment at the "monster" opposite, who seemed to have undergone a complete transformation in the blink of an eye.

Yes, indeed, a monster!

The terrifying aura was something no human could possibly possess.

Rather, it was something else, something that preys on humans but is clearly higher up in the food chain!

He forcibly suppressed the fear rising in his heart and demanded, "What on earth are you?"

A ring on the tip of Losa's finger, emitting a sinister aura, abruptly shattered, transforming into a giant Stone Gargoyle that spread its wings behind Losa and then slowly folded them.

The terrifying aura within Losa finally stabilized.

He raised the gorgeous Magic Sword, coagulated by Blood Magic Power, and gave it a gentle swing, finding it adequately handy.

He scrutinized the now completely inhuman Hanfry and chuckled, "That question should really be for me to ask you."

You have activated a milestone: Godslaying Act.

Description: You face an ancient deity left over from ages past.

Cut off from faith and transformed by the passage of time, it has grown weak enough that it can no longer command the four elements of earth, fire, wind, and water, relying only on its Divine Power-corrupted minions and its own fragile main body to persist.

It is now so weakened that even a mortal has the potential to rise against and slay it.

Slay it, and you will gain a special talent focused on enhancing your personal combat strength.

Evaluation: [In the ancient days when polytheism still flourished along the Mediterranean coast, every warrior who slew a god was hailed as a "hero" of humanity. And heroes deserve reward.]

The air thickened, and Hanfry's nostrils filled with a rich, bloody scent, causing him to retreat uneasily.

A foreboding blood-red flame swirled around Losa.

This was the external manifestation of his Blood Magic Power swelling to overflow.

Through Hanfry, his blood-red eyes reflected a dim chamber, where the white candlelight illuminated an ancient statue half engulfed in darkness.

The Crocodile God!

One of the long-defunct gods of Ancient Egypt.

…

The blood-red blade was both lightweight and razor-sharp.

When it sliced through the air, the effortless sensation of encountering no resistance made Losa's Swordsmanship more elusive.

It was as if the innate Swordsmanship, honed countless times on training grounds by the original owner and etched into Losa's DNA, found full expression in this moment.

Hanfry's body, covered in resilient Scale Armor, was soon marked all over by the Blood Sword's strikes.

The relentless Bloodfall seemed to activate without pause, doubling his Attribute, paired with the mysterious, unpredictable Blood Magic, leaving Hanfry with no strength to counter.

"Damn, this Magic Sword is absorbing my blood!"

A human-like fear clouded Hanfry's face, his wildness rapidly diminishing as the Power bestowed by the Crocodile God drained like a breached dam.

"Help… help me, sire!"

He murmured quietly.

The next moment, a more formidable Power suddenly descended upon Hanfry's body.

Hanfry's aura started to soar.

Yet Losa did not retreat; instead, his animal-like intuition keenly sensed an opportunity hidden beneath apparent danger.

With the Blood Sword in hand, he swiftly stepped forward, thrusting with such accuracy that even the slightest deviation seemed calculated, brutally piercing Hanfry's spine.

The infusion of Power was interrupted.

C suivre with a horizontal slash.

A lizard head covered in scales flew high into the air.

The Blood Sword plunged again as Hanfry's body hit the ground.

In the darkness, the blood-red hue on its blade became even more vibrant, resembling a blood-red rose luscious from drinking deeply of blood.

In a swift motion of rising and falling, he had completed the fatal blow that severed the source of its Power, cleaved its neck, and made sure the enemy's Life Force was extinguished.

"Remarkable, this wretch is no match for you. Will you serve me? I can grant you Power, wealth, and even eternal life."

A cold and authoritative voice resounded.

The lights in the passageway reignited, casting a sinister shadow on the wall.

"Stop with the grand words, a lingering vestige of expired divine glory, a Pseudo-God of a bygone era, expects me to serve you?"

A fleeting contempt appeared on Losa's frosty face, and he sneered, "Are you worthy?"

The shadow stood frozen, seemingly not expecting Losa to be so well aware of its condition.

There was no response for a long time.

It wasn't until Losa stepped in the direction his intuition directed him that a voice, feigning authority, spoke again: "Halt, mortal, this time you have won, I will pay a price that will leave you satisfied—just like your human aristocracy's rules of the game, isn't it?"

Losa's face slowly drew a somewhat menacing smile: "That daylight specter, it was under your control, right? You spied on us through it, and then through Hanfry, you wished to devour us to restore your remaining body?"

Calmly, the voice confirmed, "Indeed, despite this no longer being my era, as an Old God, there is still much I can accomplish. Simply offer me blood as tribute, and I can provide you with tremendous assistance. I could even engineer an army of croc-men like Hanfry."

"You could, through this, rise to become a Monarch, and even command all the Franks' overseas territories, at the cost of a mere small blood sacrifice."

The Crocodile God coaxed persuasively.

"It is indeed tempting; I must consider it."

Though saying he needed to consider, his steps showed no hint of stopping.

"Enough, halt mortal!"

The voice grew exalted: "If you proceed, we will be locked in an endless conflict, and even if it means my demise, I shall exact a price from you!"

Losa stopped before a stone wall and smiled, "You're afraid, aren't you? Such an emotion, truly delightful."

Losa swung his sword, and the stone wall before him instantly crumbled, revealing behind it a giant statue, half-human, half-crocodile.

A turbulent gust swept in, extinguishing each white candle.

An oppressive dignity, suffocating in its intensity, surged like a storm toward Losa.

The tone of the Crocodile God changed, no longer composed, replaced by a slightly flustered question: "What do you intend?"

Losa smiled politely, like an ancient blood aristocrat.

He enunciated clearly, "Godslay!"

The next moment, his form burst into countless small bats, and where he stood, a massive mouth hidden in darkness abruptly opened.

With serrated teeth, it unmistakably was the gaping mouth of a gigantic crocodile.

The bats reformed into Losa's body.

Without hesitation, he swung the Blood Sword towards the statue.

The blood-red flames swirling around him, gathering entirely into the Blood Sword in his hands, making its color all the more vibrant and striking.

Completely disregarding the black crocodile akin to a shadow behind him, its menacing claws reaching for his heart.

"No, have you gone mad?"

"What grudge do we hold?"

The Crocodile God couldn't comprehend what he had done to force this human Extraordinary to such an extent that he would risk everything to bring them both down together.

Losa's actions didn't pause for a moment; his ruthlessness in not leaving himself any retreat thoroughly infuriated the Crocodile God.

It let out a thunderous roar: "You wish to become a Godslayer, then be a dead Godslayer!"

Clang—

Almost simultaneously, the Blood Sword pierced the statue.

The crocodile's claws also struck Losa's chest.

Losa gently stroked his chest where the crocodile's claws should have pierced, but beneath the torn silk cloak, not even a hair had broken — Prajna's Talent, Solid Stone.

Once activated, it grants Immunity to all damage for three seconds.

In that moment, his posture was like an artist finishing a performance, bowing to his audience in thanks.

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