"So... you're ready to begin your path to godhood?"
It was the first time Arka had seen such a complex expression on Greyfart's face.
Just now.
Greyfart needed to arrange everyone's positions appropriately, so they could maximize their effectiveness in such a dire situation. However, when he asked about Arka's current strength, he received Arka's answer.
The first person under the gods—the meaning of this statement was self-evident.
This meant that Arka could begin his path to godhood at any time, or was already on it. However, if he was on the path to godhood, he wouldn't have the leisure to fight on the front lines, unless his path to godhood was related to it.
Hearing Greyfart's words, Arka smiled and nodded.
"How enviable!" Greyfart murmured.
In Arka's eyes, Greyfart was now just like him, but lacked a crown-level treasure.
Even someone like Greyfart doesn't possess a crown-level treasure. So you can imagine how rare crown-level treasures are in this world.
"Alright, alright. Looks like I'll have to assign you to a very important position."
"Don't worry. Ideally, it's somewhere where you can inflict the most damage to demons, and ideally, the enemies will be the strongest among them.
I have some ideas I'd like to accomplish."
Hearing Alka's thoughts, Greyfart nodded.
Then he looked back at the crowd.
"Hmm, that's strange. I remember there was a little girl there, wasn't she? I think her name was Lucilia. Why haven't I seen her?"
As soon as he asked this question, Greyfart felt his expression turn sour.
He thought he might have hit a sore spot with Alka and the others. Perhaps this girl had already...
After all, Alka and the others had been sailing for ten years, and the dangers they encountered while circumnavigating the world were unimaginable.
And he sometimes received news from here.
Hearing this, and looking at Greyfart's expression, Alka smiled, shook his head, and said, "It's not that serious. She's just pursuing her own path to godhood. Helping make this world a better place."
Greyfart's expression recovered slightly, but immediately became even more surprised.
"Huh?"
Then he took a deep breath to calm himself. It was normal, it was normal; after all, it was Alka and the others.
He tried to find a plausible excuse.
"Let's put this aside. I'll start making arrangements."
It was better not to continue chatting with Alka and the others, lest he get hurt again.
"Matlissa, your position is in the field hospital. It's very difficult. The number of wounded there is increasing all the time."
Hearing this, Matlissa nodded.
"No problem. Leave it to me."
Greyfart nodded and waved. A soldier who had accompanied him immediately stepped forward, nodded respectfully to Matresa, and led her away.
Next came Pororo, clearly assigned to the position where he would face the most brutal enemy.
Jason and Urulius were assigned to the support team.
After all, the battle line was long and extensive.
Sofia was directly on the city wall, directly on the front battlefield.
Simon, unsurprisingly, was assigned to the defense area held by the Church of the Holy Machine, with specific tasks assigned to him by members of the Church of the Holy Machine.
Generally speaking, it was mainly because Grayfar didn't understand these mechanical things very well.
Julia was also assigned to the support team on the front battlefield.
Juanlu's position was rather awkward, so he was also placed on the front defensive battlefield.
Finally, there was Alka.
He was also on the front defensive battlefield.
The main reason was that the fortress and the surrounding section of the wall were enormous.
Arka's role would be to deal with the enemy's leading generals. Actually, Sofia and the others had roughly the same role.
They were all engaged in combat against powerful demonic foes.
As soon as he was assigned, Arka went directly to the front wall, where combat was raging constantly.
Wounded soldiers of all kinds were dragged down the wall for treatment by strange machines and incomprehensible objects. Corpses were everywhere, and there wasn't even enough time to collect them.
It could be seen that the collection was being carried out by some kind of transport robot. On a battlefield like this, they didn't even have a good way to transport the bodies respectfully.
Because respectful transportation was all allocated to the wounded.
The sounds of screaming and fighting filled the air.
Arka raised his head slightly to gaze at the sky.
The energy shield was constantly activated in the sky, and waves of energy were constantly radiating outward. Attacks rained down from outside.
Fireballs like molten lava, all sorts of inscrutable negative energy.
Here.
It was like purgatory.
Arka reached out through the air.
A large group of wounded soldiers, all potentially eligible for treatment, vanished from the front wall and reappeared beside him.
Seeing this, a swarm of machines immediately gathered around.
Dragging the wounded soldiers downwards.
"Master Arka? You're back?"
One of the wounded, apparently recognizing Arka, said in surprise.
Arka turned and looked at him.
This was a Vastva.
And possessing a treasure, his power was around the fourth level.
He smiled at him.
The figure vanished instantly, and the moment he reappeared. Already above a demon's head, a spear made of lightning suddenly appeared in his hand and he flung it downward.
Like a lightning bolt falling.
A resounding boom.
The lightning spear immediately pierced the flying demon below, pinning it directly beneath the city wall.
Then the lightning expanded.
A vast area of lightning spread across the surrounding area.
The horde of weak demons climbing the wall below, along with the pierced demons, were reduced to ash in the lightning.
One after another, pink spheres enveloped something and vanished from the spot.
Alka dragged them directly into the dream world.
Now within the dream.
The massive furnace tower was rapidly operating, and as Alka wreaked havoc outside.
Countless demon souls were continuously poured into the furnace.
"Alka? Looks like that arrogant guy is dead. How laughable."
The Devouring Mouth had appeared before Alka at some point.
The moment it appeared, it could feel its body unable to move.
Everything around it seemed to recede and vanish.
The confinement created by the disappearance of spatial perception struck the Devouring Mouth, who had never experienced such a situation before, as strange.
However, even in this situation, the Devouring Mouth remained unfazed. Instead, it smiled at Alka.
"A fake body? You're such a coward! Cowardly demon, don't hang around in my presence."
Alka's voice was soft, but it was transmitted accurately. And thanks to its special structure, it could be understood by everyone, including demons.
This voice made all the demons involuntarily turn their heads to look at Alka.
Alka grabbed the Devouring Mouth's neck with one hand and shouted. "I am Alka, the demon slayer.
Devourer? You're nothing more than a cowardly demon, too afraid to even appear before me in your true form.
And you, too, are cowards."
With this, Alka crushed the Devourer's body to pieces. He didn't even try to capture the fragments of his soul that were about to disappear, allowing these feelings and anger to return to his body.
Whether or not he angered the Devourer was unknown, but Alka's arrogant words clearly enraged all the demons present.
Looking at the demons charging towards him,
Alka grasped his hands, and a spear of energy formed from the convergence of elements appeared in each hand.
He hurled them again and again.
Each spear was capable of piercing a demon.
The exploding elements would spread across a large area, annihilating a large number of demons.
Soon, most demons realized that this human was simply not someone they could afford to offend.
Then, they discovered a more serious problem: the demon souls Alka had slain hadn't returned to the Abyss, but had vanished.
The reason for this was self-evident.
Aside from the reckless demons, many others quietly distanced themselves from Alka.
"Is that him?"
"Yes, if my feeling is correct, the corresponding dream realm has a strong connection to him."
Several tall, sturdy demons stood atop a distant rock, conversing with the arrogant Alka.
"Does he seem to have a grudge against the Devouring Mouth?"
The demon's words clearly conveyed a sense of leadership, and judging by his appearance, he was a noble figure from the Abyss.
His body, roughly four meters tall, was humanoid, with a muscular build and distinct lines, covered in the noble markings of the Abyss.
A pair of beautiful, majestic horns rose from his forehead.
A pair of broad bat wings draped his back, and he wore infernal armor forged from abyssal iron.
Though rage shone in his orange-yellow demonic eyes, there was also a wise calm.
"From what I understand, the Devouring Mouth has perhaps never gained an advantage over him. Instead, it's been at a disadvantage until now."
Hearing the words of his subordinates, the towering demon nodded and stared at Alka.
"So, if he died, it would be a huge advantage for our attack on this world, correct?"
To the other side was a strange demonic body constructed like a black shadow.
He clearly didn't have the usual respectful attitude towards the demon's words; he simply nodded.
"Indeed, according to my research, he should be one of this world's dream kings. But the problem is, even if you kill him here, his soul and spirit will return to the dream realm.
It won't affect the dream realm at all."
"If the body isn't important, then why does he still retain such a powerful body in the outside world?
Isn't there a huge barrier between dreams and reality for this world?" He was puzzled.
"Falor, although this world is shattered, it was once one of the most powerful worlds in the astral realm.
And the shattering of the world didn't cause any significant damage to its spiritual world, the dream. If it weren't for this barrier, the powerful creatures in the dream realm would devour us without a trace, preventing even our souls from returning to the abyss.
So it's just a barrier. These powerful ancient creatures are no fools."
The demon in the shadow said sarcastically to the noble demon next to him.
The noble demon, Faror, wasn't angry, but simply nodded slightly.
"But regardless, destroying his physical form in reality would certainly benefit us, wouldn't it?"
The demon in the shadows continued to observe Alka.
Then, still engaged in battle, Alka felt their casual gesture.
The space containing the demons instantly shattered, producing a powerful explosion.
Falor's subordinates, using some kind of power, trapped the demons and themselves within a solid ring, dampening the force of the blast.
Seeing this, Alka ignored them.
The demons were too far away.
"A powerful elemental explosion! Honestly, this power reminds me of the Chaos Demons of the Abyss."
The shadow beside him said, "The power used is similar. This human named Alka is using a natural explosion generated by the power of mixed chaos, no different from a Chaos Demon's."
"So he didn't even use his most powerful dream power?"
The shadow nodded.
Farol looked at his subordinate and asked, "What do you think the power of that explosion was?"
"Lord of Chaos, Your Highness."
"It seems it won't be easy to eliminate this human."
The shadowy figure beside him said, "His physical body is very useful. It can reflect the realm within the dream world, strengthening the suppression of Chaos in this area.
I suggest, Your Highness, that you find a way to eliminate him."
Farol simply smiled and said, "What does it have to do with me? I wasn't the one who discovered this world and led the attack. I'm just here to take a look."
Hearing this, the shadowy demon beside him said nothing more, but his disdain was palpable.
Who would believe that?
On the other side.
In the obsidian hall of the crater.
Here gathered the demons who first seized this world.
"Devourer's Mouth, you've completely disgraced us, you coward."
"Heh." Devourer's Mouth chuckled, ignoring the demon.
Though outwardly calm, the emotions his soul had just returned to him left him furious. He simply wouldn't show it, as that would only further embarrass himself.
Instead, he gazed at the demon sitting on the throne.
Salunster.
The demon who had once usurped his leadership.
He still held the leadership position among the many demon lords.
If this world were conquered, he would be the one who made the greatest contribution, and he would immediately be promoted to Demon King.
"The question now is, what should we do now that a bastard who shouldn't be meddling has intervened?"
Salenst didn't seem surprised at all, and calmly replied, "Falor is a coward. He's just here to see if there's a chance this world can be conquered.
If there is, he'll contribute and take some of the credit. If I'm weak, he won't hesitate to seize my position.
If there's no chance, he'll leave without hesitation. Pretty smart, isn't he? Just like you."
"But he obviously can't take my position. It won't be long before he realizes that this world is doomed to fail." Falling into our hands. He naturally wants a share of the credit. You have to admit he's a very useful helper.
Let's leave it at that. Let him wander around here a bit longer.
I'm even more curious about how he learned about this world."
"Now, let's talk about the other things. Your enemy has returned. According to you, he's clearly become even more powerful.
So powerful that you're cowering here, even in the face of ridicule and humiliation, filled with rage. You're terrified now."
These words made Devouring Mouth's expression darken.
Although the words were true.
Devouring Mouth didn't believe he could unleash his full power in this world, in this hellish place.
His full power and divine power
Clearly.
But the problem was that the protective shield constructed by the Four Gods outside of him prevented him from unleashing his divine power.
And he was his true form. If he fought Alka, given Alka's hatred for him, his soul would 100% be captured by Alka, and the outcome was self-evident.
He didn't want such a fate.
Disgraceful as it was, it was better than death.
"Hmph, a coward indeed," Salunster chuckled, but said nothing more.
If he weren't a coward, he wouldn't have been able to take this leadership position.
So he had to find a way to stop Alka.
After all, Alka's ability to harvest demon souls on a large scale was truly unpleasant.
The main problem was that as long as Alka was here, the suppression of Chaos would be weakened.
They had clearly sensed this a few days ago.
They didn't understand the reason at the time, but when Alka appeared at the front, they naturally understood the reason.
Regardless, Alka's life was a thorny issue standing in their way.