117: Chapter 117 Clear Foolishness

As soon as these words left Byron's mouth, let alone the people present, even the God of War was stunned, not understanding who he was speaking to.

After all, in the God of War's perception, Byron was the only outsider in the entire church, and He had not detected any other spiritual presence.

Just as He was about to ask Byron what he meant, a beam of light suddenly erupted from Byron's body, only to rapidly retract the very next moment.

Finally, the figure of a woman appeared in the air behind Byron. She was slightly translucent, dressed in a black gown, and possessed a beautiful face, but her eyes were incomparably cold.

Seeing this, the God of War suddenly shivered for some reason. Especially when He saw Isolde's cold eyes, a chill spread from the depths of His heart.

However, He did not know where this chill came from.

It was just an instinctive feeling that the woman before Him was extremely dangerous and that He needed to stay away as soon as possible.

But reality did not allow Him to leave just like that.

And the moment this woman appeared, He had scanned her countless times.

Yet the result of every scan was that the woman before Him was just an ordinary person, posing no threat to Him whatsoever.

Faced with this result, the God of War was mentally breaking down. There was only one possibility for this outcome: the strength of this suddenly appearing woman far exceeded His own.

Otherwise, His scan would not have resulted in an error!

Just as everyone was stunned and dazed, Byron turned around. The playful and casual expression on his face vanished instantly, replaced by reverence, and he spoke as if no one else was there.

"Mentor, that is the deity I mentioned. Its name is the God of War, and after my investigation, I discovered that its true form is hidden inside that stone sculpture."

Isolde nodded with satisfaction: "Not bad, Byron. With your efforts, you have saved me quite a bit of time. Later, regarding the distribution of profits, you will receive the portion you deserve."

Byron certainly had no objections to this, and knowing that Mentor Isolde did not like formalities, he readily nodded and agreed.

"Thank you for your generosity, Mentor!"

Isolde waved her hand: "It's nothing, this is all what you deserve."

"Ahem, I don't know why this powerful being has come to my place? Is there anything I can be of service with?"

Seeing Isolde and Byron talking as if no one else was there, the God of War was naturally furious, even harboring thoughts of turning them both into mindless faith-providing units.

However, the moment He thought of that woman of unfathomable depth, His anger inexplicably vanished. He stood there with a fawning smile, not daring to make any unnecessary moves.

He even thought that it wouldn't be so bad if things just continued like this, as long as they didn't pay attention to Him.

But the God of War also understood that this was certainly impossible, so He had to take the initiative to break the awkwardness and seize an opportunity.

Therefore, upon seeing that Isolde had finished speaking, the God of War took the opportunity to speak, actively clarifying the situation to turn the passive into the active.

When Isolde and Byron heard the God of War's words, they both looked at the deity standing in mid-air, a smile appearing on their faces.

Isolde's cold voice rang out: "Oh, you really want to help me?"

Hearing this, the God of War felt a sense of foreboding in His heart.

However, the experience from the Gurku world in His memory told Him that it would be fine.

For beings stronger than oneself, one only needed to bow one's head and pay some price to survive; nothing would happen.

After all, for long-lived species like them, nothing was more important than their own lives, and generally, they would not easily fight to the death.

Even for mortal enemies, one had to consider whether one would be taken out along with the other if they attacked.

Therefore, paying some price to make the other party back down was enough.

Even if they were in a different world now, this attitude toward life should be the same, right...

Thinking this, the God of War suppressed the anxiety in His heart, nodded, and said in an incredibly sincere tone.

"Yes, great being. Whatever conditions you propose, as long as I can help you, I am willing. I only ask that you spare my life."

"After all, for long-lived species like you and me, conflict is the most irrational behavior."

"This is not only my promise but also my bottom line and warning."

As He said these words, the God of War had a slight premonition about the consequences they would trigger.

But when He truly saw the expressions of disbelief and despair on the faces of the believers He had painstakingly cultivated in the church, His heart still ached.

It was not because of the believers' despair, but because He was pained by the effort He had previously invested.

He had gone to such trouble to cultivate these warriors, and now He had to eliminate them Himself; it was truly such a waste.

But He had to eliminate them; the faith they held for Him had already begun to collapse, and there would forever be a crack in their hearts regarding today's events that could not be mended.

Therefore, whether for the sake of His future glorious image or for future stability, these people had to be eliminated.

And at this moment, whether they were collapsing or filled with hatred, their futures were already sealed; they just didn't know it yet.

Upon hearing this, Isolde rarely smiled and nodded slightly.

"Rest assured, I won't just kill you like that; that would be a tremendous waste."

Hearing this, both the God of War and Byron smiled.

Byron smiled because he was laughing at the God of War's ignorance of His own future fate.

And the God of War smiled because He finally felt relieved.

Although Isolde's words sounded strange and made Him feel a bit uncomfortable, He couldn't say what was wrong with them.

But at least He had confirmed that His life was no longer in danger. After all, for long-lived species at their level, reputation was extremely important.

After all, for long-lived species, time was just a unit of measurement and had no practical meaning.

No one would choose to lose their reputation and fall into a situation where no one would trust them again for the sake of a tiny bit of profit.

However, thinking about being extorted for a large amount of resources later, even the God of War could not help but feel a pang of heartache.

This was all capital for His future growth, accumulated over so many years of hiding among Void Creatures and collecting from various worlds, having spent an unknown amount of time and energy.

But for the sake of His life, He had to pay.

The God of War forced an ugly smile on His face and said subserviently: "Great being, I do not know how much I need to pay to exchange for my life."

Seeing that this deity believed her words so easily, Isolde was slightly surprised. She thought to herself, this person—no, this deity—is too easy to fool.

Could it be that the creatures in their world are all like this? That would be simply wonderful!

Thinking of this, Isolde's expression remained unchanged, revealing nothing: "First, take out all your collections. Let's see if there is anything I'm interested in, and then I will decide whether to let you go."

Isolde was also worried that if this deity saw that there was no hope of survival, it might destroy its collections. Such a loss was absolutely not allowed.

So it was better to let It take the things out first, and then deal with It.