’Fanatics... I should have known.’ Wrinkles appeared on Godfrey’s nose, between his eyes, as his face contorted.
’They’re all the same, willing to become the abominations Cain proposed for them to be. Our world may not be fair, but this?’
He took a deep breath, the muscles of a Tier 35.2 Titled god bulging as he exerted mana to every part of his body.
’This is rubbish! I refuse to let this happen! I refuse to let these kind of people walk, to breathe the same air I do. I might not be king to earth, but a king is a king, even more than that. No human can morally accept what this woman just did.’
His eyes gleamed.
’It’s the most inhumane thing. Since she decides to be a beast, I’ll treat her as one.’
Godfrey clenched his teeth.
Miquella stood on top of a three-hundred-foot-tall wall like a queen about to pronounce judgment.
Beside her was her judge, who lowered its hand.
"Enough!" Godfrey’s voice rang as the Immortal Armour appeared, not covering his body, but behind the executioner.
It formed a massive sword and sliced off the executioner’s head right as the executioner lifted up his axe.
"One down..."
The Immortal Armour spun its waist and unleashed consecutive sword beams, slashing through the other executioners in a storm of cuts.
In the next moment, Godfrey, who had broken the chains, was clad in the Immortal Armour.
"Restrain!" the Judge ordered, and a pillar of wind fell on Godfrey. Its pressure was enough to affect a mountain or even crush a portion of it.
Despite that, Godfrey leaped.
The crest of his helmet unleashed blue flames that coated the plume.
He blasted flames from both hands as he ran vertically on the wall.
The judge came close to the edge, it had to see its target and that was all Godfrey needed.
The moment the judge looked down, Godfrey suddenly teleported.
Lately, he discovered skills were assets, and most times using them in a timely manner might decide the winner or loser.
This wasn’t a school fight where they spammed skills. Each casual skill could be the decider in true combat.
He reappeared right below the Judge with greater momentum due to the teleportation.
"For you, I will show no mercy."
A longsword manifested in his hand, and Godfrey swung it upward as he flickered past the judge.
The judge desperately wanted to ask a question many of Godfrey’s opponents had asked.
How?
But its head fell off the wall.
The entire place crumbled, and everyone found themselves in the orphanage once more.
Miquella’s face contorted as she swayed.
Godfrey, who also recovered, plunged his sword into the ground and burst forward, eyes locked on Miquella.
Still clad in the Immortal Armour, he appeared above her, eyes gleaming with nothing but loathing, his fists raised for a punch as his voice rang.
"No! You dare not fall! I have given no such command."
The power of his blow was so much that Miquella was actually drawn toward his fist—it literally pulled her in!
When his fist connected with her face, everything went black for Miquella.
She couldn’t even hear the sound of her head bursting as she was launched through the wall.
She tore through the orphanage’s walls, through two towering buildings, before crashing beside a street lamp. Seeing this, people in the area quickly fled, thinking it was a beast attack.
Godfrey teleported several times and appeared before her headless corpse, which grew before his eyes, but she aged drastically.
He killed Miquella’s summon; that should either make her a normal human or she would die, but that didn’t work.
After consuming the Resurrection Plant, Miquella’s summon must have somehow gained the skill of Resurrection.
Could Fanatics do that?

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