Frankly, coming to the Winged people was so he could kill lots of birds with one stone, and it seemed to be working just well. He turned to the barbarian who had just picked himself up from the ground. "Skolvar."

Skolvar opened his mouth and then closed it before he opened and closed it again. "How? How?"

Galthor shrugged. "It's a miracle."

Skolvar's face twisted. Miracles were common in the Divine World. Gods of different races could perform miracles, doing extraordinary things for their mortal worshippers and followers, so it was not an uncommon thing.

But which god would bless and perform a miracle for Galthor? That was like asking a god to bless a blunt, rusted blade, and yet that was exactly what happened, as no one could deny what they were seeing.

"Stop sprouting nonsense! A miracle? You must have been given a legacy. Did the old chief give it to you? Ah! Even after years of loyalty, he gave you a legacy instead of the faithful subordinate who has been serving you! He gave you, the useless son, his legacy!"

Skolvar turned around and sneered. He looked at the barbarians above and pointed at Karathra. "Even her, the strongest, wasn't given! Why give a useless son like you? Perhaps the old barbarian never liked any of us!"

The other masters above now had complicated expressions on their faces. Before, the three masters who followed Skolvar couldn't help but feel awe at the power Galthor displayed, but now Skolvar was twisting it.

He didn't know if what he was saying was the truth about the legacy, and he didn't really care. He had guessed that Galthor needed masters, and he would do his best to deny him.

Galthor frowned as he realized that his plan to let the rumors spread instead of his power was a very silly one. He should simply state his truth.

So he smiled slowly and let his aura spread. It touched the barbarians, and again, they felt something old and ancient, something they had never felt before and yet familiar. "It is a miracle because I am indeed blessed by a god!"

His voice was hard and firm and spread throughout the whole throne room. Everyone was stunned. But the Jaded Lord flinched on his throne, and a look of anticipation began to shine in his eyes as he saw his path to revenge.

If Galthor was indeed blessed by a god, then wasn't that betrayal of the Revolutionary? It was better to have a legacy or be demon-blessed, but divinity?

But his hope was promptly dashed as Galthor proclaimed something that had never been proclaimed with such certainty before. "I have been blessed by the barbarian god!"

Skolvar opened his mouth in shock, and whispers began to spread among the Winged people. The three barbarians were the most shocked as they stood in silence.

"Ba... barbarian god? What nonsense! You won't be the first to use the title of a dead go...!!"

Galthor took Karathra's axe and raised it in the air. His aura swelled and created pressure, making him look gallant, like an unmovable mountain. "Enough! He was dead, but now he is alive. Our cries for thousands of years have been heard! I have been chosen, an apostle of the barbarian god, and I will lead my people!"

It wasn't a speech, but all who heard it, especially the barbarians, felt the iron truth and the strength in his voice. And with their god's aura washing over them, they were moved.

One of them couldn't help but ask, though, "But where is the proof?"

Galthor returned the axe and clenched his hand into a fist, then gestured to the others to give him space. He raised that same hand and punched the ground, hard.

An explosive sound blasted through the air, and a massive smoking crater formed with the imprint of his fist, sending stones and debris flying into the air.

He raised that same fist. "You've all seen what I was before. But now, I am more. Made more by the god of the barbarians. I have been chosen, and I will lead our people.

"I said I would ask you a single question after, and here it is. Will you follow the barbarian god?"

Galthor didn't wait for their answers. He turned to Skolvar, and without saying another word, he flew at him.

He had promised to deal with him, and there it was. But Skolvar wouldn't go down without a fight, which was exactly what Galthor wanted, as he wanted the others to see how he crushed what remained of their so-called leader.

And crushed him he did. Skolvar was truly a powerful master, but before the god of his race, Galthor, his power was reduced, and it was far easier for him to crush him to death utterly.

But unlike Commander Oryn, Galthor gave him a dignified death by cutting off his head with a sword instead of ripping his body apart.

Silence lingered long after the death of Skolvar.

"Brakthar, you will see after his body and give him a befitting burial. He served my father well."

"As you wish, Chief."

Galthor returned Karathra's axe to her. "Here. Thank you."

After he had done all this, he returned to the throne room. And this time, there was not a single whisper, and the Winged people looked down as he passed, not daring to meet his eyes.

He ignored the Jaded Lord as he came to stand in front of the three masters. "I remember you. Ashclaw, right? I told you I didn't want to come looking for you."

Ashclaw flinched and quickly went down on his knees. "I pledge myself to you, Chief!"

The others quickly followed.

"I pledge myself to you, Chief!"

"I pledge myself to you, Chief!"

Although they still didn't believe in him enough to be called worshippers, at least they would follow Galthor the Chief, and that was good enough for the moment.

"Good. I will think about your punishment later. For now, go stand with Karathra. I still need to get the rest of our people out."

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