119: Chapter 119 The Blooming Rose

Byron listened to these words and nodded in agreement.

"That is how it should be done. Since there is a risk-free method, why take risks? That would be foolish."

After explaining Byron's doubts, Mentor Isolde clapped her hands.

The next moment, the massive stone sculpture shattered piece by piece. A fist-sized statue, pitch-black and made of unknown material, was lifted into the air by threads.

As the statue appeared, the God of War, who had been struggling, became even more frantic.

Unfortunately, apart from causing the threads to sway slightly, it was entirely futile.

Mentor Isolde remained indifferent. With a light tap of her finger in the air, the statue and the God of War were pulled toward each other by the threads.

The moment they touched, the spirit body of the God of War was bound into the statue.

Along with him went the dense network of threads wrapped around him and the statue.

With the disappearance of the God of War, the church returned to silence.

Mentor Isolde beckoned gently, and the statue floated into her hand.

After receiving the statue, she tapped it a few times before handing it to Byron, instructing him:

"Byron, I have sealed the God of War within this statue. Unless one's understanding of Seal spells surpasses mine, or their strength is several times greater than mine, this Seal cannot be broken."

"Therefore, you need not worry about the God of War escaping from the statue. Your next task is to return to the academy and hand the statue to me."

After saying this, Mentor Isolde paused slightly before speaking again.

"Alright, I have said and done what needed to be said and done. The rest is up to you. I will be waiting for your good news at the academy."

As she spoke, Mentor Isolde's figure in mid-air began to fade slowly.

When she finished speaking, her figure completely dissipated.

At the same time, the contract mark in Byron's Mental Sea returned to its original state.

However, upon closer inspection, one could see that this mark was slightly dimmer than before.

Seeing this, Byron narrowed his eyes, deep in thought.

After a moment of contemplation, he stopped wasting time on this issue.

After all, his level was still too low; even if he racked his brain, he wouldn't be able to figure it out.

This was not due to a lack of strength, but because he lacked the knowledge and information in this area.

It was like being asked to solve a calculus problem without ever having studied calculus.

Furthermore, there was a more important matter: with Mentor Isolde's disappearance, her spell was slowly dissipating without her maintenance.

Of course, this was also because she had not fixed this spell in place.

The reason she had not done so was likely because she believed the people present posed no threat to Byron.

If Mentor Isolde truly thought that, Byron would have to say, she had a sharp eye for people.

Byron looked at the believers in the church, who were slowly regaining their movement and consciousness now that the spell was fading.

Those believers turned their gazes toward Byron.

Although the God of War's previous humble display had shattered the filter they held for him, the faith planted in their hearts by the God of War was already deep-rooted.

Not to mention just this one incident, even if there were several more, their faith would not collapse so easily.

Their leader, the one named Lola, immediately shouted at the crowd upon regaining consciousness and movement.

"Brothers, the Lord is currently in the hands of that brat! That terrifying woman has left, and only he remains. Now, we only need to deal with him alone. For the glory and freedom of the Lord!!!"

Once these words were spoken, the others roared in response.

"For the freedom and glory of the Lord!!!"

"The Lord gave us strength and dignity. I am willing to sacrifice everything for the Lord, even my life, without hesitation!!!"

"We must rescue the Lord! We still have to save more companions under the Lord's leadership!!!"

As for Byron, he looked at the passionate believers around him with his usual expression, bordering on boredom.

He had cooperated with them previously to lure out the God of War. Now that the task was complete and the God of War was sealed and in his hands, he no longer needed to play house with these people.

Therefore, none of these people needed to be spared.

As for keeping a few for testing Divine Power?

It was completely unnecessary. The current priority was to deliver the God of War statue to the academy. Taking them along would not only waste time but also lead to more unforeseen accidents.

Furthermore, the God of War, the machine that produced Divine Power, was now in his hands. Why worry about not having any for research later?

It seemed he would have to visit the slave workshop in the future to purchase some experimental materials or experimental slaves.

As for why he hadn't purchased any before, it was because his research hadn't reached that stage yet, and he had no place to house the slaves, so it was unnecessary.

One had to know that a slave, even if their ultimate fate was to be used for experiments, needed to be well-cared for beforehand, with their status monitored in real-time to keep them within the parameters of the experimental design data.

Otherwise, if any variables were introduced to the experiment, it would be too late to even cry.

Coupled with the fact that he had too many secrets and too little time, making it difficult to expose himself, he had never set up his own Laboratory or acquired slaves.

But now it was different; not only had his financial resources increased, but he also wouldn't have to carry out missions for several years, giving him ample time to complete his plans.

While contemplating his arrangements for after returning to the academy, Byron was not idle. An object the size of a human head, resembling solid magma, appeared before him.

Looking at this object, a touch of emotion appeared on Byron's face.

Since this spell was created and successfully inscribed in his Mental Sea, this was the first time he had formally used it.

This spell was the Flame Condensation Explosion Spell, which Byron had independently researched, constructed, and inscribed.

Seeing those believers charging toward him with fierce, evil expressions, spewing filthy language, Byron smiled.

He raised his hand and pushed gently, and the solid magma-like object shot toward those people instantly.

Lola, in the crowd, saw this and her eyes narrowed. Although she didn't know what it was, an incomparably dangerous feeling spread from the bottom of her heart.

But before she could make any reaction, the spell erupted suddenly.

The first thing that appeared was a ray of light, an incomparably blinding light!

In that instant, the light broke through the restraints of the church and appeared in the outside world.

At that very moment, a light even more blinding than the sun hanging high in the sky descended upon the world.

Whether they were people in the castle or those hiding in the mountains, everyone was drawn to this light at this moment.

Under their gaze, this light quickly vanished, replaced by a giant fireball that erupted before their eyes, blooming like a rose in full bloom.