Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

The clamor surged like a tide on the expansive stone steps of the square.

The seats on the steps had been swiftly occupied by students, and even the surrounding roads were no exception. Teachers and students of Ichrite Academy seemed drawn by this force, stopping in their tracks and focusing their gaze on the giant screen.

They shouted excitedly and screamed from time to time.

The Ichrite Academy seemed to be in festive spirits.

"Loren, you've returned!"

"I knew you weren't dead. A man like you couldn't die so easily."

Though Loren's right face in the image was engraved with a black centipede mark that was not there before, like the price of returning from hell, the divine light of the God Era from the Original Slabs and the ninth-order Wind Magic indisputably confirmed his true identity as Hell's Loren.

The eye at the top of the black centipede curse mark looked down upon the world, and the blue eyes that shimmered with a cold light made people feel that Loren had reached a new level, interpreting 'Only I Reign Supreme.'

"Was the spell that Teacher Loren just used a ninth-order spell?"

"It was definitely ninth-order!"

"When did Teacher Loren reach the ninth order?"

Excited discussions continued incessantly, and everyone's demeanor changed.

Facing the invaders, they initially saw no hope or future, not knowing which day would be the end. But upon hearing Loren's voice and seeing the flow of the wind, they felt entirely reignited, filled with strength, so excited they might not sleep tonight!

"The scariest thing about Loren is that you never know how many lives he has."

The light-blue-haired young reporter Lavisseir held a camera, constantly taking pictures of the image on the giant open-air screen, his face once again blossoming with a smile,

"There's even a bizarre story that even if you're one hundred percent sure you've killed Loren, he will appear again; he is undying. This is the conceptual level Illusion God, Hell's Loren."

She excitedly told the surrounding classmates, even moved to the point of tears.

Even though the surrounding classmates had heard that the student council secretary was a super busybody.

But combining it with the scene at hand, the more they listened, the more real it felt.

The image of Brilda.

A rift split the ground of the Cret Memorial Square like a natural divide, separating the land into two.

After the mist cleared, Loren's figure, blocking one side in front of the people, appeared divinely.

"Loren, did you even anticipate losing to us that day, only to be sealed and brought back to Brilda...?"

Interrupted coronation ceremony's master Simon Luo was prepared to confront the battle, reinforcing the barriers of the Cret Memorial Square and even the Bulida Center City Manhot District.

Closest to Hesintos, Eleventh Military God Jade, Simon Luo, was most keenly aware of the power of the wind.

"Challenger? Seems the ninth-order Wind Magic has filled you with confidence."

Hesintos, looking distantly at the White Robed Pope, whispered softly.

If it's ninth-order Loren, he's indeed a difficult opponent to kill.

Of course, not that hard to kill either.

"Then why did you try to ambush me? Afraid you can't beat me?"

Lanci hung the silver-white mask at his waist, ready as if to warm up, and looked up at Hesintos again to ask.

"Oh?"

Hesintos glanced at the military gods on the alert in the square below the altar, knowing even as he gripped the sword hilt, he could not act recklessly now.

The atmosphere had become quite dangerous.

"What exactly do you want to do, Loren?"

Fourth Military God Jade Yasper spoke to Loren.

Her mechanical eye was fully interpreting the enemy in the sky, yet everything remained an unknown.

Loren's choice of angle was excellent, as if directed, blocking the side near the outskirts of the square, making the strike seem more like Hesintos aimed at the people, whereas Loren intervened to shield them, stopping the ninth-order strike.

It didn't feel like this during the event, but afterward, it felt like an intentional perspective design was at play.

Even the military gods present knew Hesintos' targeted attack wouldn't harm far beyond the barrier, but for those without this intensity, ordinary people might not see it the same way.

"Loren, please exercise restraint."

The Eleventh Military God, Simon Luo, also spoke.

Now Loren had already expressed concession.

And demonstrated his power.

If Hesintos took action again, in the eyes of the people, it would undoubtedly be Hesintos ignoring the lives of residents, initiating a battle with Loren, and destroying the entire Brilda.

"This half hour is not for your sake, but for hers."

The White Robed Pope, this time facing Hesintos with a genuine gaze as well as the military gods behind him,

"If you truly believe I am kind to the point of being foolish, perhaps indecisive in critical matters, then you are gravely mistaken. I've undergone special training from the Church of the Goddess. To protect more people, I can act resolutely. I have reason to believe you Twelve War Gods ignored my peace proposal, holding some Brilda residents hostage, and the best way to free hostages is to refuse to negotiate with terrorists and defeat them first."

The White Robed Pope spoke to the military gods,

"Don't forget my prior opponent was Bishop of Destruction Ivanos, and I won't hesitate in front of her."

The white-robed congregation behind him said nothing.