"My task is complete."
Set paid no attention to Osiris's outburst. "Farewell, son of fools."
"I hope his power satisfies you!"
With a sly smile, the desert god turned into black sand and vanished before Damien and Osiris, leaving only a final remark: "I have fulfilled your request. What happens next has nothing to do with me!"
The canopic jar containing Osiris's "little brother" was left behind exactly where Set had disappeared.
"That guy…"
Damien heard the voices of Black and White asking whether they should drag the fleeing Set back.
"No, forget it."
"Let him go if he wants to run."
Damien raised a barrier of magical power to block the deathly force pouring from Osiris.
He didn't care that Set had left. The god had kept his promise and summoned Osiris.
Damien wasn't about to play word games like "I let you go, but my servants didn't."
"Set!!!"
"Hey, stop yelling."
Damien summoned Lucifer's dawn holy sword and casually shredded the death storm Osiris had called forth, revealing the figure standing atop the obelisk staircase.
"Set is already gone."
"Your opponent now is me."
Having come to a new world, become a Campione, and gained new power, Damien had yet to fully enjoy the convenience of Authorities.
Osiris wasn't particularly strong—he would serve as the final step in testing his Authorities: actual combat!
"Has Set fallen so low?"
Osiris didn't seem to regard Damien as a threat. "To invite the son of fools to stand against me?"
"Are all Heretic Gods cut from the same cloth?"
"Do you only know how to say things like—"
Damien leaped upward, landing on the obelisk staircase in a flash of lightning. In the blink of an eye he stood before Osiris.
"What?!"
Osiris was caught off guard by Damien's speed.
On instinct the king of the Egyptian underworld swung his ankh to block.
But the ankh itself was a symbol of ritual and kingship, not a weapon.
When it collided with Lucifer's dawn holy sword, the result was inevitable—the ankh shattered.
"Don't get too arrogant, son of fools!!"
Osiris drew an ancient staff radiating the aura of death from beneath his black cloak.
In that instant he abandoned his regal bearing and began a close-quarters duel with Damien like a warrior.
"Too slow."
Crack!
Blue lightning flashed. Damien activated Zeus's thunderbolts and entered a realm of divine speed like the Flash.
In his vision everything around him seemed frozen, moving at a snail's pace.
"What?!"
When Damien charged again and knocked the staff from Osiris's hand, the god's eyes filled with shock.
A golden holy sword hovered only an inch from his throat.
Swish!
Yet the moment Damien thrust the dawn holy sword to decapitate Osiris, the blade passed through empty air.
Osiris's body dissolved into black mist and vanished.
"Hm?"
Damien felt no resistance from striking solid flesh. He scanned the surroundings in mild surprise but found no trace of Osiris.
"Son of fools, you seem to have underestimated me—the king of the underworld!"
Osiris's hoarse voice echoed from every direction atop the obelisk platform.
Rumble~~
Shadows spread outward from the obelisk.
The next moment, countless corpses, skeletons, mummies, ghosts, wraiths, and specters surged from the darkness covering the desert.
Their numbers were so vast they completely blanketed the desert within Damien's line of sight.
"Whoa, is this the prototype of the Cage of Dead Servants?"
"Isn't this a bit much?"
Damien had imagined how strong Voban's Cage of Dead Servants might be.
But seeing Osiris wield it firsthand, he seriously doubted whether Voban's version retained even half the original power.
"Analysis complete."
"Centered on you, within a fifty-kilometer radius there are approximately 4.8 million undead."
"Nearly five million."
Damien didn't take the undead seriously.
Even the strongest skeletal divine beasts and pharaohs among them were only at top-tier knight level.
The sheer quantity, however, was impressive.
"Over a hundred entities at top-tier combat strength."
"Nearly ten thousand at Great Knight level, plus several million monsters at ordinary curse-caster strength."
Damien had to admit that Osiris's summoning wave was no joke.
"Well…"
"Perfect time to test the Authority I usurped from Poseidon."
Damien lowered the dawn holy sword slightly. Magical power surged through his body as he began chanting the words of power:
"Roar, great sea! Howl, raging winds!"
"Thunder, sing my praise! Sun and moon, tremble before my might!"
"Raise towering waves, tear open the ocean! Let this strike that pierces heaven and earth drive the gods into retreat!"
At that moment, a colossal golden trident—large enough to connect heaven and earth—descended slowly from the darkened sky onto the desert filled with death and ghosts.
In an instant the earth shattered and the desert collapsed.
Terrifying force, as if carrying millions of tons of seawater, crashed down from above.
Yet this was no metaphor.
When the golden trident struck, a hundred-meter-high tsunami erupted from the impact point, swallowing every undead that had crawled from the underworld.
More than that, the tsunami brimming with vast magical power extinguished the ghostly flames within the undead bodies.
In the blink of an eye the entire desert became an ocean of bones.
Looking down from the sky, the desert had turned into a giant basin. At its center a bottomless chasm had been torn open, and seawater carrying countless undead rushed toward the abyss.
"So this is Poseidon's power?"
Damien's Atlantis Authority didn't merely summon and control storms and tsunamis—it could also trigger earthquakes and rip the earth apart.
Its greatest strength was the ability to conjure seawater from nothing and drop it in the form of a trident from the sky.
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