Completely powerless to resist, Joels had already absorbed more dark power and was already stronger than before.
His body was brimming with power. He had learned from his previous experience and changed his target from Smith to Evan.
All of this seemed perfectly normal to Joles, but in reality, it was a huge problem.
Due to insufficient intelligence, he was unaware that Evan was actually the strongest, and that the difference in power was enormous. Faced with the Dawn Spear, Joels' darkness was completely evaporated.
"Just die like this, I will not wish your soul peace."
If an afterlife truly exists, I hope those unfortunate souls who died at your hands will have the opportunity to exact revenge.
Evan witnessed a corrupt soul vanish into thin air, and Joels' final madness solidified his resolve once again.
This world needs light, a powerful enough source of light to dispel all gloom.
The people of Peros are resilient, but they also deserve a life worthy of that will.
"Struggling desperately, living hand to mouth, and some even succumb to depravity, becoming henchmen of darkness..."
"I will change this ending, Moder, the God of Darkness. Will you be my next target?"
Standing before the ashes formerly known as Joers, Evan did not turn away, for he sensed a faint but extremely pure darkness.
"■..."
Somewhere in Peros, the culprit behind this world of darkness, and also the most powerful being in this world, the god worshipped by the Dark Order, the God of Darkness, Moder, has awakened from his slumber.
Upon opening his eyes, the environment around him seemed to grow ever darker. His vision was useless, and his senses of hearing and touch were also blocked. This was a desolate world that only the God of Darkness could perceive.
“The light… this disgusting, damned light…”
Model emerged from the darkness, clad in black armor, his appearance resembling that of a human, lacking even the strange mutations of the Dark Cultists.
He appeared to be just an ordinary person with black hair, a pale face, and somewhat handsome features.
Through the feedback from the death of one of the believers, He saw the fleeting light of the Spear of Dawn.
"How long has it been since I last ended them? It seems like less than five hundred years. How come they've reappeared so quickly this time?"
No, that shouldn't be the case. That guy looks powerful, but he's using the power of weapons.
That's interesting. Did humanity discover new powers while I was resting?
It seems I'll be facing no ordinary opponent this time either. Hmph, so what? The outcome will be the same anyway.
The Dark God Model sensed Evan's power, but because when Evan defeated Joels, he mainly relied on the Spear of Dawn, rather than using his own power.
In the eyes of this god, Evan was nothing more than a mortal who relied on his powerful weapons.
The planned cleansing operation was cancelled, as Model believed that human civilization could continue to thrive for several hundred more years.
Rebirth from destruction is no easy feat for human civilization, especially since it needs to erase the history of the previous era each time.
When the sheepfold was thriving, the shepherd wanted to cultivate the sheep for a longer period of time, so that the profits from a single harvest could be maximized once the human population continued to expand.
"Yes, that's right. Now that you've gained new power, you should accelerate your expansion."
"Come on, mortals, let me put some pressure on you, let you know what you're going to face. In order to fight against me, you'll accelerate the reproduction of humanity, right?"
Using the embers left after Joels' death, the god of darkness, Model, projected a portion of his power onto him.
So, while the others prepared to leave and go see Vilia, Evan stood still.
"Evan?"
"..."
He didn't answer, but just stared at the blackness in the ashes that was devouring the light.
*Human, you are very... but far from enough, weak, powerless, nothing more than...destruction...death...end...civilization...easily...reversible.*
He heard a whisper, not human language, nor the roar of a wild beast. The sound seemed to be the superposition of countless voices of men, women, and children. It was not a calm narration, but a kind of wailing, a kind of shout, and a cry.
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