Chapter 337: I Am the God

Helag had long wanted to visit the Abyssal Plane to test the full potential of his activated bloodline mark.

However, the Abyssal Plane was too dangerous for a reckless visit.

He planned to wait until reaching the second-level wizard stage before attempting such a venture.

But now, this Abyssal cultist had forcibly brought him to the Abyssal Plane through special means.

With no choice, Helag decided to seize the opportunity to experiment.

First, Helag used Deep Blue’s environment detection to scan the surroundings, finding nothing suspicious.

Within Deep Blue’s range, only he and Bron were present.

However, the Abyssal Plane defied conventional logic; even an unassuming deadwood could be a monster.

Despite Bron’s power rivaling a second-level wizard, Helag sensed weakness.

Even without activating his bloodline mark, Helag felt no threat from Bron.

Thus, he didn’t rush to kill Bron, instead focusing on the differences in this realm.

Helag concentrated on his chest’s bloodline mark, activating it.

Suddenly, his skin was covered in a dark golden hue, his body rapidly expanding.

Bron was stunned by Helag’s transformation.

He couldn’t comprehend the scene: “Is he… an Abyssal cultist too?”

Helag’s current state resembled an Abyssal cultist.

Bron was confused; should he kill or not?

Abyssal cultists, despite differing deities, typically didn’t fight each other.

Had he known Helag was a cultist, he wouldn’t have targeted him, feeling like a misunderstanding.

But now, it wasn’t about attacking Helag; it was about survival.

Moments ago, Bron sensed a terrifying aura from Helag.

It was a life force beyond his own, instilling awe and fear.

Helag glanced at Bron, noticing how small he and the surroundings appeared.

Realizing he had grown, not Bron shrinking, Helag understood.

Now towering at eighteen meters, Helag resembled an ancient giant.

His form had drastically changed, with golden skin and a metallic sheen.

Massive golden wings unfurled behind him, lacking feathers but gleaming like metal.

With a light step, Helag floated into the air, hovering without wing movement.

A thought sent him soaring skyward like an arrow.

Feeling the wind rush past, Helag reveled in the sensation, unaffected by the fierce gusts.

Previously, such winds would have swept him away, but now he basked in them.

From above, Helag saw distant landscapes.

Further away, greenery and moving black dots were visible.

With enhanced vision, Helag identified the dots as various magical creatures.

The creatures seemed frightened, fleeing toward the horizon.

“What are they afraid of? A powerful creature?” Helag wondered.

His vigilance high, Helag scanned for danger.

Finding none, he realized the creatures feared him.

“This is too conspicuous, too big a target,” Helag thought.

Despite feeling strong, Helag remained cautious, knowing the Abyssal Plane housed powerful beings.

He controlled his form, shrinking and concealing his overwhelming aura.

In moments, Helag became a two-meter humanoid, his wings proportionally reduced.

Bron, watching the sky, saw Helag shrink to a dot.

Helag’s aura had paralyzed Bron, preventing escape.

Or perhaps his legs were too weak to move.

Bron realized his mistake: Helag wasn’t a cultist.

He needed no deity; he was a god.

Bron, on all fours, tried to flee.

He’d discovered Helag’s secret, and Helag wouldn’t let him return to the wizard plane alive.

The red stone’s effect was temporary, allowing brief Abyssal Plane visits.

Bron needed to delay and escape to the wizard plane.

Once there, Helag’s power would be suppressed.

In Silvermoon City, Helag wouldn’t dare reveal his true form, increasing Bron’s survival chances.

The question was whether Bron could survive until returning to the wizard plane.

Desperate to escape, Bron longed to return to the wizard plane he despised.

Bron crawled quickly, his chest mouth drooling, leaving a trail.

He was a monster, driven by instinct to flee.

Bron hadn’t expected the hunter-prey roles to reverse so quickly.

“Where are you going?” a cold voice asked ahead.

Bron turned, seeing Helag hovering meters away.

He remembered Helag being high above…

Bron knelt, bowing, “Great god, I meant no offense. Had I known your identity, I’d never be disrespectful or disturb you.”

Helag’s aura was gone, but Bron dared not move.

He’d never forget the overwhelming aura.

Helag’s lack of aura indicated precise control over his power.