American comics: They're already gods of light, and only now do they get their cheat codes.

Like Darwin, who adapted, possessed the ability to survive.

These extraordinary individuals among the second-rate superhumans could naturally withstand a thermobaric bomb, but Andrew, who only possessed telekinetic abilities, certainly didn't have that ability. Baldr intervened from the shadows.

Previously, he had dispersed a portion of his mental energy into Andrew's mind, disguising himself as the Dark God Child, all for this moment to ensure the survival of the chess piece.

By now, the chess pieces have demonstrated almost perfect performance.

"Speaking of which, Andrew brought me some unexpected gains."

Badr reached out, and a strange, gray ball of energy surged within his hand, as if it were nurturing something.

This thing is a condensate formed by Badr expelling the negative emotions from the super-energy crystal. Originally, Badr planned to find an opportunity to completely purify it.

But now...

Originally, Badr gave Andrew two paths: killing or leading him to corruption.

Clearly, Andrew had no intention of patiently guiding a high school student who had suddenly gained power but whose character was severely lacking; he chose the path of killing.

Baldr provided the path of killing, and set the illusory goal of forging a dark artifact through killing.

This was originally just a random excuse, but now, the negative effects of the killing have actually merged with the negative emotions in the super-energy crystal, and under some kind of faith-like drive, it has actually created the possibility of refining a divine artifact.

"So, this is what makes the power of faith so terrifying."

The power of faith is a near-omnipotent force. Otherwise, God, who has taken faith to its ultimate level, would not claim to be omniscient and omnipotent.

The power of faith is a versatile ability, similar to the power of thought, and many pantheons were even born from faith.

Therefore, when the concept of forging divine artifacts through slaughter truly spreads throughout the world, driven by a kind of faith-like power, Baldr might actually be able to obtain a divine artifact.

He casually collected the negative energy source: "Next, it's up to Andrew to keep going, push him to his limit, and that's when I'll reap all the rewards."

Chapter Seventeen: Summoning the Gods

"Ah ah ah..."

A beast-like roar echoed through the night.

Andrew clutched his head, letting out painful screams.

Surviving a thermobaric bomb is enough to leave the entire world in awe.

However, although he survived, his entire body was severely injured, and half of his body was almost melted.

If it weren't for some kind of power constantly healing his injuries, he would never have been able to survive.

However, while he survived, the power could only barely maintain a balance with his injuries. It couldn't repair them, nor would it continue to worsen. This resulted in Andrew suffering unbearable pain almost every moment, comparable to the pain of jumping into molten lava and being burned all over.

"Help me! Help me!!"

A hysterical roar erupted.

The intense pain was driving him almost insane.

At this moment, the cold, dark god's voice rang out once more.

"I can't save you until I'm fully recovered."

"Help me! I don't want to hear any nonsense!" Andrew roared angrily, tormented by intense pain.

Silence, for a moment.

"I have a way to temporarily relieve your pain."

"Okay, save me quickly!"

The next moment, an astonishing power erupted from Andrew's body, forming concentric rings of incredible attraction centered on him, frantically pulling at the surrounding metal.

Countless metals surged forth, crashing into Andrew's body, creating a continuous series of cracking sounds.

A moment later, a metal figure completely encased in metal appeared where Andrew had been standing.

As the intense pain gradually subsided, Andrew's numb gaze returned to clarity. Looking at his hand, a frown involuntarily appeared on his brow.

"This is the only way to relieve your pain right now: temporarily replace your body with metal and cut off all your pain receptors."

Andrew remained silent for a long time: "Is there any way to completely cure me?"

"Yes, help me complete the tempering of the divine artifact."

A savage glint flashed in Andrew's eyes.

"I understand!"

Forging a divine weapon requires slaughtering humans, and he was so badly injured that the thought of the excruciating pain that made him want to commit suicide completely overwhelmed his savage killing intent.

Murder? This is exactly what he wanted!

"Start by attacking the various religious forces."

Without asking any questions or even raising any doubts, Andrew simply nodded coldly.

"it is good!"

The next moment, a figure soared into the sky.

Thus began the religious genocide that horrified the world.

On the first day, the Vatican was forcibly breached, the Catholic Pope was nailed to the top of the cathedral, and thousands of believers were massacred!

The following day, dozens of mosques were completely destroyed, including the Shah Faisal Mosque, the world's largest mosque, and countless Muslims wept in despair.

On the third day, tens of thousands of Buddhist believers were massacred, and the blood of Buddhists stained the earth red.

On the fourth day, no new religions were massacred, because Andrew ran headlong into an American military force that was hunting him down. As a result, the entire area was leveled, and only half of the soldiers managed to escape.

As the events unfolded over the past four days, most countries across the planet now knew the cause of everything.

Hodr, the dark god of the Norse twelve Olympian gods, is a great chief god in mythology. His divine son descended to the mortal world, intending to slaughter the entire world and forge divine weapons!

Countless religious believers went completely mad. Some followers of the Norse pantheon were caught up in a frenzy of revelry, frantically searching for Andrew and yearning to join the embrace of the divine master. Even though this was Hodr, the god of darkness, he was still the chief god of the Norse pantheon, wasn't he?

Many other religions, on the other hand, were plunged into boundless fear, frantically worshipping their own gods. Since the sons of the gods under Hodr, the dark god of the Norse twelve Olympian gods, had descended from mythology into reality, proving the existence of this great god, wouldn't other gods also exist in the same way?

Hodr, the god of darkness, is one of the twelve Norse gods, but he is not the most powerful god. The gods of the various pantheons, and even the great and one God, are far superior to him!

If another god descends, what does it matter what kind of divine son he is, even the dark god Hodr?

In this state of both fear and longing, everyone's yearning for and faith in the gods reached its most fervent and fervent state.

However, as time went by, no myths descended upon the world, and there was absolutely no effect whatsoever, as if gods did not exist in this world at all.

And Andrew, the god of darkness and the chosen one of the gods, continues his frenzied slaughter of believers from various religions.

A terrifying thought began to emerge and even started to spread rapidly.

Perhaps, there are no other gods in this world at all?

Are all the other gods just false gods? Perhaps only Hodr, the god of darkness, is a truly existing god?

Some believers began to try to contact Andrew, but Andrew did not hesitate to kill them all.

Faith began to crumble under the threat of fear and death!

"God, whichever god it may be, I beg you, I beg you, save this wretched world!"

At this moment, at the Lake House estate, Ivanka was kneeling outside a room, and had been there for a very long time.

She didn't knock on the door because she knew very well that if the person inside really wanted to see her, they wouldn't need to knock at all, and if they didn't want to see her, no amount of knocking would make a difference.

Finally, Ivanka's long legs began to go numb, and she herself didn't know how much time had passed.

"Hey~"

With a sigh, the door opened without any wind, and in a flash of light, Badr's familiar figure appeared before Ivanka.

Ivanka tilted her head back, a forced smile appearing on her delicate face.

"Your Excellency, you have finally agreed to see me."

Bader reached out and gently touched the top of Ivanka's head, channeling a ray of light into her body to relieve her stiffness and pain.

"Why bother? This world is beyond saving. That guy is only one step away from becoming a first-class transcendent being. Besides, that dark artifact has already taken shape. Even if I were at my peak, I might not be able to beat him now."

After a moment of silence, Badr sighed again: "Come with me. You are quite good. I can take you back to the realm of the gods."

Ivanka's delicate face rested gently on Bader's hand: "It is my honor to have your esteemed opinion."

"But this is the country where I grew up. My friends and my family are all here. I don't want to abandon them."

"Your Excellency, you are an apostle of God, is there really no way to help you?"

Bader fell silent.

Ivanka's eyes lit up. She didn't immediately reject the idea. Could it be that there really was another way?

After a moment, Badr looked up and sighed.

"There is another way, but the chances of it succeeding are very, very low."

Ivanka looked at Bader with intense longing: "Your Excellency, what is the method?"

“Call upon the gods!” Badr uttered each word slowly and deliberately.

"Calling God?"

"Under my command, based on the faith of a world, I call upon the gaze of my Lord Holy Badr."

"My Lord does not care about a mere world, but there is a very low chance that a call to action using the pure faith of a world could attract His interest."

Chapter Eighteen: A Pitying Gaze

Andrew, his body gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen, stood in the void, his eyes, hardened by countless battles, now holding a chilling indifference.

At this moment, in his eyes, the human race was no longer on the same level as him; he had transcended humanity and was above all living beings.

"Where should we go next to start the massacre?"

After a moment of silence, the voice of the Dark God Child echoed in his mind.

"For now, you don't need to continue the slaughter; you need to find someone."

"Find the last inheritor, obtain the final power of inheritance, and truly step into the realm of the extraordinary. At that time, you will be the sole ruler of this world!"