I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?-Chapter 86 --Flesh-Winged Angel

The people in this village were all of high levels and possessed remarkable talent—Owen had already set his sights on them.

However, they had yet to understand one fundamental truth: survival itself was the greatest blessing.

If he could convert all the villagers into his devoted followers, Annasi Town’s strength would increase dramatically!

After all, his town currently only had three Tier-4 awakeners, whereas this village had twelve!

When the Divine War broke out, his advantage in the devotee battles would be overwhelming!

As Owen observed, the Flesh-Winged Angel had already reached the village’s outskirts. Starving with anticipation, it licked its lips and spoke in a hoarse, eager voice:

"Will you three be my first meal? Though a bit old and tough, your flesh contains a rich concentration of mana elements—that should make up for the lack of tenderness!"

The Flesh-Winged Angel regarded the village chief and the two elders with great interest.

Currently at the peak of Tier-5, it was only a step away from breaking through to Tier-6. Once that happened, its power and territory would expand significantly—allowing it to feast upon even more delicious humans!

The moment it finished speaking, it dove downward, its razor-sharp talons slicing through the air toward the heads of the village chief and the two elders.

"The brain is the best-tasting part—freshness is everything!"

The village chief and the other two had been preparing to counterattack, but before they could react, an overwhelming divine pressure suddenly crashed down upon them like a mountain.

The Dark God’s terrifying aura shattered their gathered momentum in an instant, pinning them helplessly to the ground.

Even the axes in their hands trembled under the suffocating force of this divine might.

Seeing their strongest warriors rendered powerless in the blink of an eye, the other villagers were filled with terror.

The village chief was the strongest awakener in the village, wielding their most powerful Sacred Vestige—under normal circumstances, he should have been able to hold his ground against a Tier-5 Dark God.

But this Dark God was too terrifying, its strength surpassing any of the other Dark Gods they had ever faced—by more than tenfold!

As the looming crisis of death washed over them, an unbearable tingling spread across the village chief’s scalp— an ominous sensation, as if his head were about to be ripped apart.

He struggled desperately, but his body refused to obey. All he could do was cry out, invoking the spirits of past village chiefs, pleading for their aid.

But no help came.

Clenching his teeth, the aged warrior forced his trembling body to move, swinging his axe despite the crushing divine suppression.

The black axe blade tore through the sky, slicing open a crack in the seemingly indestructible Dark God’s aura—just for an instant.

At that exact moment, the Flesh-Winged Angel’s claw, sharp as a blade, collided with the descending black axe.

CLANG!

The impact resounded like a clash of metal, sending deafening shockwaves across the desert.

The entire landscape seemed to tremble, yellow sands erupting in a towering veil, obscuring the sky.

However, in the very next moment, the Flesh-Winged Angel’s expression turned icy.

Its claws suddenly shimmered with an indestructible divine glow—and in an instant, it twisted the axe into a mangled spiral.

Then, with a violent burst of force, the shockwave sent the village chief hurtling backward!

SPLURT!

His body smashed through several houses, yet his momentum didn’t stop—he plowed into the desert sand, carving out a deep trench several meters long before finally coming to a halt.

Having incapacitated the village chief, the Flesh-Winged Angel turned its gaze toward the fleeing villagers, sneering coldly.

"You’re all my food. You won’t escape!"

As its words fell, its elongated talons multiplied into thousands, rapidly expanding midair into ten-meter-long scythe-like blades.

These blades descended upon the village, piercing deep into the desert and forming an unbreakable prison of flesh and steel.

"I will break the cage! You must escape!"

The village chief, buried in the sand, struggled to rise.

Seeing his children, his friends, his people trapped, his eyes burned red with fury, and the mana within his body surged violently, spiraling out of control.

He couldn’t just stand by and watch them be slaughtered!

Yet, the other villagers had already fallen into utter despair.

The village chief, their strongest warrior, had failed—even with the village’s most powerful Sacred Vestige.

What could they possibly do?

Even if they fought together, it would be nothing more than suicide.

A moment ago, they had still clung to the hope of escape.

But now, with the massive blades cutting off every path, that hope had been completely severed.

Despair descended upon them like a thick fog.

Everything they had worked for—all their struggles, their dreams—shattered like fragile glass.

Would they all become the food of the Dark God?

At that instant—just as their despair reached its peak—

The howling winds vanished.

The swirling sands froze midair, then fell to the ground like rain.

The once-chaotic world turned deathly silent.

Even the Flesh-Winged Angel, which had been about to strike down the village chief, suddenly became motionless—

The only thing that still moved was its rolling, bewildered eyes.

It was as if time itself had slowed—a surreal, dreamlike suspension.

This unnatural stillness lasted only a brief moment.

Then, a blinding golden light tore through the frozen sky.

The light illuminated everything, bathing the entire world in a warm, divine glow.

Everyone lifted their heads, eyes widening in astonishment.

From the heavens, a golden figure descended.

This being radiated immense divine majesty—a presence so overwhelming that it instinctively commanded reverence.

As its divine power spread across the land, the entire desert was cleansed of chaos.

"Deus Initium stands here—how dare a Dark God run rampant in my presence!"

A voice, filled with unshakable authority, resounded through the land like a divine decree.

The villagers stared in stunned silence.

A moment ago, they had been utterly crushed by the Flesh-Winged Angel’s might, drowning in fear and hopelessness.

But now, with just these few words—

Their despair was washed away.

Their hearts, once swallowed by darkness, were now filled with hope.

Yet, as they processed this miraculous turn of events, their minds quickly latched onto something even more shocking.

Deus Initium?

This golden figure... was a god?!

And more importantly—he was fighting against a Dark God!

This was unbelievable.

Dark Gods had always been ruthless monsters, preying upon humanity without mercy.

Not a single Dark God had ever aided humans.

Yet, this divine being was standing against the Dark God!

The village chief, his chest still sunken from injury, was filled with complex emotions.

He had lived his entire life believing all gods were enemies.

Yet this deity’s presence was different.

The Dark Gods radiated an aura of cold, suffocating terror.

But this Deus Initium—his very presence felt like the warmth of the winter sun.

Could it be... that the human race truly had a god of their own?

At that moment, the Flesh-Winged Angel, its body trembling, fixed its gaze upon Owen.

From the aura radiating off of him—there was no doubt.

Owen was a god.

And more than that—he was far stronger than her!

"The gods of humanity were wiped out long ago—how can one still exist?"

Her voice trembled.

Owen’s very existence shattered everything she had believed.

And worse—his divine aura was like blazing fire, a natural nemesis to her dark, corrupted power!