Chapter 60: Chapter 60: "How Much Does God Pay You Guys Monthly?"
As the icy chill surged through the air, Liam donned his familiar armor, an ice staff in hand, surrounded by a frigid aura. The entire platform beneath him froze instantly.
His ability, "The Voice of All Things," had already informed him of the general situation of the enemies before him. He knew that although the number of enemies wasn't overwhelming, they were certainly not pushovers.
"Kid, you're a student? And you haven't even enrolled yet this year?" The scar-faced leader sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.
"Hahaha! You think you can stop us? How naive!" the others chimed in, laughing as they mocked Liam.
"How about this? Lead us to the others, and if we're in a good mood, maybe you'll be the last one to die," one of them taunted.
"Yeah, maybe if you serve the Lord, you might get a chance to live!" they jeered, relishing the thought of tormenting him.
They believed Liam was just another hot-headed youth, too eager to play the hero without understanding the reality of the situation. They enjoyed toying with such people, watching their expressions turn from confidence to despair as they realized how hopeless their situation truly was.
Liam, however, wasn't angered by their insults. Instead, he calmly infused more energy into his armor. If these guys wanted to engage in trash talk for the next three hours, that would suit him just fine—his task would be complete without much effort. He decided to play along.
"So, how much does God pay you guys a month? Judging by your sluggishness, I'm guessing it's not much. How about we just slack off together? After three hours, I'll step aside and let you pass. How's that sound?" he suggested with a smirk.
The scar-faced leader and his crew, already annoyed by Liam's lack of fear, grew more enraged.
"Money? How dare you use such a base, human-made concept to tarnish the glory of our Lord!" the leader spat, a cold sneer on his face.
With a quick gesture, a golden sword imbued with divine energy appeared in his hands. Liam didn't know what exactly this weapon was, but his instincts told him it was no ordinary ability.
"See this? This is a gift from the Lord! A direct manifestation of his power, unlike the second-rate abilities you humans possess," the leader boasted, his eyes gleaming with fanatical devotion.
"We are chosen servants of the Lord. Each of us possesses the strength of the Fourth or Third Realm," he continued, his voice filled with pride. "And today, you're unlucky enough to face three of us who are in the Fourth Realm! The strongest below the sons of God!"
He sneered, "And you, do you even know what realm you're in? No realm at all, or maybe just the First Realm?"
As the leader droned on, trying to unsettle Liam, Liam's brows furrowed slightly. He hadn't been formally trained yet and wasn't fully familiar with the classification of realms. However, he recalled Cain, Sophia, and even the previous group of God's followers expressing shock at his supposed Fourth Realm strength.
So, these guys are at the same level as me?
Liam scoffed, "If God chose you guys as his servants, then he must not be all that impressive."
This remark enraged the group. They were done with the banter. With a collective roar, they unleashed their powers.
"You're asking for death, kid!" the leader roared as he transformed into a streak of black lightning, charging at Liam with his golden sword.
His body split into eight figures, each one dashing toward Liam at high speed.
Liam was ready. His right hand tightened around his staff as he concentrated on the approaching figures.
"The wind... this one seems heavier than the others," the voice of all things whispered in his ear, guiding him to the true target among the eight.
With a swift motion, Liam adjusted his stance, thrusting his staff toward the leftmost figure.
But the leader wasn't so easily outmaneuvered. Mid-air, he made a sharp, sudden turn, dodging Liam's attack and slashing his golden sword at Liam.
Liam reacted quickly but not quickly enough.
Crack—Thud!
The sound of ice shattering was followed by a splash of blood. A two-inch gash appeared on the right side of Liam's face.
In the first clash, Liam was already wounded.
"Heh, your perception's not bad, kid. It seems you have some reason to be confident," the leader taunted, turning to face Liam with a twisted grin.
But his grin quickly faded as he saw the wound on Liam's face begin to heal rapidly, the torn flesh knitting itself back together until his skin was smooth and unblemished, as if nothing had happened.
The Demigod's Body!
The ability Liam had just copied was now showing its true value—an insane healing factor that made him nearly invincible.
"You!" the leader gasped, his voice betraying his shock. "An ice-based ability with regenerative powers?"
"You're fast, I'll give you that. But it looks like your attacks lack bite," Liam retorted, repeating the leader's words back at him with a mocking smile.
With that, all the other elite God's followers sprang into action, rushing toward Liam with lethal intent.
"Ice Age!"
Liam had already anticipated this and unleashed a torrent of energy, creating a wave of ice that surged outward, engulfing the attackers.
"What the—?!" The God's followers were caught off guard by the sheer power of the attack, and those who couldn't retreat in time were instantly frozen, their bodies turning into ice sculptures.
With a cold breath, Liam charged forward, his staff leading the way. "Time to get serious!"
The God's followers regrouped, their leader's golden sword clashing with Liam's ice staff in a shower of sparks. The scar-faced man unleashed a flurry of blood-red energy blasts, trying to overwhelm Liam.
But each time, Liam's "Ice Age" ability froze any God's follower within its range, and even those in the Fourth Realm weren't immune to its effects.
The fight had turned chaotic, but one thing was clear: Liam's fighting style was reckless and wild, as if he didn't care whether he lived or died.
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