Kapitel 1836: The Trial Of Skill. Or Not.

The message made him smile. He sent his divine energy to the other clones until he reached 1 point. This put him within an inch of death and also made it so that he wouldn't be able to use divine spells, as he needs at least 10 units of divine energy to cast the weakest divine spells. 

If he can't use divine spells, then his Authority will be mostly useless. He will only have the divinity in his divine body to rely on.

This is obviously a bad state for a god. A single hit that overwhelms his endurance will kill him, but he didn't grumble. He opened the door and went in with that scheming smile on his face. 

On the other side was a bridge. It was above a dark, bottomless chasm. Unless he could fly, the only way to the other side of the room is the bridge. 

But the bridge is currently occupied by the golems he just fought. There are 10 of them in different phases. Some of them are using hammers, while others are using swords and bows.