The ice-cold blade sliced into the God of War's body effortlessly. Frostmourne twisted the blade and pulled it out again.
As the blade was pulled out, black blood spurted out like a gusher of oil.
The God of War began to roar frantically. His body trembled violently as though he were having an epileptic fit and became blurry like ink soaked in water.
Frostmourne wasn't fazed by the fact that she had slashed a god. Her eyes remained as calm and indifferent as ever as though the God of War before her was just a dead person and not a clone of a god.
Frostmourne unsheathed her sword. Along with this action, the wails of souls sounded once again. Shortly after, countless pale blue souls formed a storm with Frostmourne as the center, spinning and spreading, and enveloping the God of War.
At a glance, one could only see the souls circling around the God of War like fish. They let out shrill screams and stretched out their arms to grab and tear at the God of War's body.
Facing the attacks of the undead, the God of War tried to struggle. He brandished the scimitar in his hand and slashed off the arms that reached for him one after another.
But it was useless.
Every time he slashed off an arm, two more would follow. Every time he slashed off two, more would emerge from all directions.
Soon, the encirclement became smaller and smaller. One by one, countless arms grabbed onto every part of the God of War's body.
"No — — —!"
Along with the God of War's furious roar, the Soul Storm that was revolving around him instantly condensed into a translucent crystal that trapped the God of War within.
"Phew …"
It was only at that moment that Jenn heaved a sigh of relief.
Frankly speaking, even though the God of War wasn't strong, his priesthood was indeed troublesome.
Fortunately, the God of War before him wasn't the true God of War but just a broken clone.
But even so, in the battle against Jenn, the God of War's strength began to recover gradually.
If Jenn was alone, it would be very difficult to deal with him.
But fortunately, he had Remilia and Frostmourne, who also had Divine Artifacts, by his side. If he could not handle it alone, a group of people would suffice — as a player, Zayen did not have the heroic spirit of fighting alone.
As the God of War was completely defeated, the petitioners stopped fighting. They collapsed to the ground like puppets with their strings cut, turned into black dust, and disappeared into thin air.
In the blink of an eye, the hall that was filled with explosions, shouts, and battles had returned to its original silence.
"Hey, who is this guy?"
At this time, Reemilia also came to Jenn's side, frowning as she looked at the God of War who was sealed in the crystal.
It wasn't surprising that Reemilia would have such a question. Up until now, she was still sleeping soundly in her room. In the next moment, she was summoned by Jenn to this strange place and was asked to fight immediately.
At that time, Reemilia had just woken up and didn't know what was going on. That was why she followed Jenn's request and tossed the Gungnir out. Now that the battle was over, she finally had the time to observe her surroundings.
"An illusion left behind by a god."
Jenn casually answered Reemilia's question and raised his head to carefully observe the God of War before him.
The doubts that plagued Jenn previously were now completely resolved.
He was sure that after the God of War's emissaries were killed, their souls would return to the God of War. Because of this, the system gave such a setting.
It was obvious that the souls of these petitioners would be attracted to the God of War and head towards him.
And judging from the map that the system showed, there was probably more than one graveyard that was used to store the God of War's will.
In this way, the answer to the riddle was clear: Bann was also afraid that he would be completely killed in his Saint form, so he set up several tombs and placed his Quintessence in them.
This way, if he failed and died, someone could steal his Divine Concept and God Realm and become the new God of War.
After all, the graveyard that Bann built was in the main plane and the souls of the dead believers of the God of War didn't have the ability to distinguish. They would only head towards the Divine Domain that attracted them. As for whether the Divine Domain belonged to the current or former God of War, they didn't care.
Could it be that this was the reason why the Church of the God of War was destroyed?
Thinking of this, Jenn frowned.
Among the Nine Saints, the Church of the God of War was the most pitiful. Not only did their God die in the underworld, but they also rarely received blessings and gifts from the Gods.
Could it be that this was Bann's plan? That he was trying to resurrect through this method?
If that was the case, then the thing that he searched for in the treasure vault of the Gray Dwarves back then …
As he pondered, Jenn stretched out his hand and placed it on the surface of the huge, ice-cold crystal.
But what surprised Jenn was that the moment he touched the crystal, his vision suddenly turned pitch-black.
"This is …!?"
Facing this scene, Zayen widened his eyes in shock. He turned his head to look to his side, but there was only darkness as far as his eyes could see.
Enoya, Reemilia, and Frostmourne, who should have been standing by his side, were nowhere to be seen. He couldn't even contact them through the spiritual connection.
It was as though Jenn had been thrown into another world, and in this world, there was nothing but darkness, him, and the crystal.
No, there's something. It's here.
Jenn could keenly sense that something was condensing in the darkness.
He turned around, looked in that direction, and held the hilt of his sword with his right hand.
At the same time, an inexplicable sense of tension emerged from the depths of Jenn's heart. In fact, he had vaguely guessed who pulled him into this strange space.
And at this moment, a figure slowly appeared in front of Jenn.
A pitch-black, cultivator-like robe blended with the darkness, almost indistinguishable from one another.
But what stood out the most was the pale, expressionless mask under the hood.
It existed as the shadow of all living beings …
Seeing this mask, Jenn's eyes couldn't help but twitch.
"Vulture …"
Then, Jenn whispered to himself.