Armipotent

Archbishop Aslin was sweating profusely, not daring to move even an inch as the Black Draconian circled him. He was different from Archbishop Aldus who had unwavering faith in the God he served. Aslin reached his position through his family's connections and also schemes, eliminating the other candidates. Of course, he had the strength to back up his position. 

The Seven Gods Alliance dominated the world, and he thought his life would be easy. His family's position also rose, being promoted to Archduke because of their effort in putting him in this position. Everything went smoothly, and no faction dared to oppose the Seven Gods Alliance which made him safe.

No one was stupid enough to openly oppose the Seven God Alliance. Even the Adventurer Guild who rivaled the Seven God Alliance decided to coexist peacefully. That would secure his future life, at least that was what he thought until he met this Draconian.

Archbishop Aslin only had ever heard about Draconian from the book and rumor. The Draconian could not be found even in the Aidan Continent where the Elf and the Beastmen stayed. Where does this Draconian come from? Why was this Draconian looking for The Seven Gods?

"Have you made your decision, Apostle?" The voice caused his body to shudder. The voice reminded him where The Seventh Clown was cut and Archbishop Aldus was burned.

Archbishop Aslin took a deep breath and used Bloodline Transformation. The green-feather wing burst out from his back as his body released the blinding light. He chose the third option where he would escape from this place alive. He was not stupid enough to betray Goddess Rubia, and not stupid enough to fight The Draconian.

But that was not enough to escape from The Draconian. Aslin felt something grab his wings. His eyes widened as it was followed with excruciating pain as his wings were torn apart. Then the hand grabbed the back of his neck, and he screamed.

"AARRRRGGHHHHHHH!!!"

Archbishop Aslin was terrified of the pain, but it was not like he ever felt the pain. He suffered injuries from many fights, and many assassination attempts back then before he became Archbishop of The Harmony Temple. But this was new to him.

He felt like all his bones were being ground into pieces, his brain felt like being twisted and the same for his intestine. He breathed roughly as he felt his heart was being squished hard. He lost all the energy as if his whole body was getting crushed. Blood flowed through his eyes, ears, and mouth. It was not a feeling, but his whole body was getting milled over.

"STOP! Release Archbishop Aslin!"

The voice was like an angel's voice to Aslin. He recognized the voice, The Guild Leader of the Turan Adventurer Guild. The Guild Leader did not want three apostles to die in his city where he was responsible for sure. He thought he would be saved, but the pain did not stop, in fact, the pain intensified. The screech got louder, and it was like a bell for the city to hear.

Maru, Tisha, Kaltum, and Ron reacted, standing around Tang Shaoyang as a group of seven adventurers came from the ceiling. Three adventurers came down while four remained above.

Archbishop Aslin's green robe was covered in red blood. The blood oozed out from his pores as well. It looked like Archbishop Aslin was bathed in blood. The scream started to fade as the body twitched.

Just as he promised, the most painful way to die. Tang Shaoyang first applied Energy Destruction Touch, and then he used Slayer Touch. Ever since he advanced to Chaos Energy, all his skills had become stronger. He did not know Slayer Touch would be this potent with his Chaos Energy.

The body stopped twitching as he screamed. His body became much larger because all his bones and organs were crushed into a paste. Even Tang Shaoyang was disgusted by the sight so he immediately put the body into his inventory.

"So what do we have here?" Tang Shaoyang looked up at his new guests. It was another Demi-God Rank, and it showed him the ten-year gap between Earth and Aqura. He met more than ten Demi-God Ranks in less than a day. Three Demi-God Ranks, two in front of him and one above.

"You know the identity of the man you just killed!?" A man wearing leather armor and a sword hung on his waist, asked Tang Shaoyang. The man looked to be in his mid-forties, and it seemed he was the leader of this group.

"The Gods' Apostle?" Tang Shaoyang motioned the young beastmen to stay behind him as he stepped forward.

"And you still kill them!?" The man raised his voice.

"So what?" Tang Shaoyang chuckled, "Why can't I kill them? You are afraid of their Gods, but I am not. If you are from The Adventurer Guild, then I have one piece of advice for you. Don't meddle in my business. You do you, and I will go on my way. Sounds good?"

The man's eyes twitched as his eyes scanned around. He tried to look for the other two Apostles, The Seventh Clown and Archbishop Aldus. He knew those were here as well, but he could not find them. But he saw The Black Draconian stored the body in the inventory. There was a chance those two bodies were also in that Draconian inventory.

"I don't want to meddle in your business, but you are forcing me to meddle in your business. How am I supposed to face the Harmony Temple, The Sun Temple, and also The Clown Troupe if their apostles died in my city!?" The man was frustrated that this happened in this city.

"Just tell them that I killed their Apostles? Will they hold you responsible because their Apostles are just too weak?"

The man was astonished that The Draconian confirmed his suspicion. The Seventh Clown and Archbishop Aldus were also killed. That was just a test to find whether those two were alive or not. He pinched the space between her eyes as this was not something that easy to solve.