Chapter 9: The Valley of the Tragic Dead (2/2)
Other than that, even though it was a shot in the dark, but since the valley was a key warzone in the war, perhaps there would be some precious loot in there as well! (Like sacred weapons or divinity fragments, for example)
Even if that was not the case and there weren’t any other treasures in there, there would still definitely be the remains of a primordial deity! If the players could get their hands on it and sacrifice it to him, he could definitely increase his divinity by another level!
“But before I get ahead of myself, I must make some preparations first,” he grumbled to himself, “If those children traveled all the way here and had to come face to face with violence, then I’d lose all my dignity as their deity.”
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Angora Faust was the third son of the Silver Eagle Duke, Horan Faust. As the youngest child in his family, he definitely had no hope of succeeding the dukeship. That being said, the elderly duke had no plans on letting his child with noble blood become a lowly peasant.
However, Angora had no talent in martial arts, and so he could not be a knight and seize glory for himself on the battlefield.
Even though he worshipped the God of War Kratos along with his father, he was only a shallow believer who could not even use Battle Qi no matter how hard he tried—and so he could not become a priest in the Temple of Glory either.
As he became, his older brother who had always disliked him awakened the power of Battle Qi without even trying hard and beat him up, stepping all over his pride. That was the last straw for him to completely lose faith in Kratos, becoming a non-believer without anyone knowing.
Thankfully, the duke wasn’t a heartless man. After concluding that Angora did not have any other talents, he specially used his connections to give Angora a position as a baron, along with his own piece of land.
Even if it was a small town outside of Amaranthine Gate that was feared by everyone, he would still be a nobleman. Quoting the duke’s words, “Being a nobleman in a somewhat dangerous place was leagues better than being a lowly peasant.”
In the carriage that was bumping and shaking on the road, Angora felt that his future was bleak.
According to reports, every year the revenants would attack any human settlements near to the Valley of the Tragic Dead, and under those situations, he wouldn’t think that he was any safer than the average commoner.
While he was still worrying about his future, the elderly chauffeur suddenly yelled, “Bandits! There’re bandits here! Young master, please… Argh!”
The voice of the chauffeur who had always been loyal to a fault disappeared after a harrowing yell. Angora was shaking in fear. Was he going to die before he reached his goal?
‘God… If you truly exist, please give me some hope…’ he pleaded in his despair
At this moment…
DING! You have activated the Overlord System!