Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil-Chapter 1971: A Game of Chess Between Two Demigods P05

Shir stood shocked, watching the sea monster settle beside Eren.

Was this brat playing a game of chess with him? 'Cause it definitely felt like he did.

The way he countered Shir's every move before he even made them.

With the way things were going, he couldn't treat Eren as an upstart anymore.

If anything, this newbie Demigod was even more cunning than those old bastards who had clung to their statuses for thousands of years without making any actual progress.

Once you accept that something's actually a threat, it somehow feels a little less scary.

Shir's mind, though shocked a moment ago, was no longer frozen.

Instead, something darker started growing in his heart.

Eren… he was not only a threat to himself but his divine self as well. He really needed to be dealt with irrespective of the price.

And this time, he had revealed more than just powerful allies. Shir had sensed it — that pure God Spark shining within Eren like a boundless ocean. It was birthed naturally and forged by a World Will, making it countless times more powerful than any faith-based God Sparks.

And it made Shir want it for himself.

The more he thought about it, the more obsessed he became.

He had worked so hard to nurture his own God Spark, one born from faith and blood. It was tied to the Raashim Temple, fed by centuries of sacrifice of resources and belief.

But despite all that, Shir still had bottlenecks. He still hadn't stepped into the realm of full SS-Rank power. It was not his fault. It was supposed to take time.

But now…

Now he had a quick way forward.

If he could take Eren's God Spark—if he could rob it from him after ending his life—he was sure he could merge it with his own.

It would complete him. Make him unstoppable. He wouldn't just be a high-ranking believer in the temple anymore. He would become something greater. A true divine figure.

Just like in the case of avatars, Shir also had his own ambitions. He wanted to gain a bit of freedom from his main self that was God Raashim. And the only way he could gain that was to become a divine member of his pantheon.

If he were to get his hands on Eren's God Spark, he would be set on the right track.

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Shir's eyes burned with new purpose.

He rose into the sky with a loud whoosh, his robes fluttering in the wind as he flew above the gathered templars. The afternoon sun cast a strong glow behind him, making his figure look larger than life. Soldiers below stopped what they were doing and looked up.

Shir spoke loudly, his voice carried by magic to reach every corner of the battlefield.

"My brethren!" he shouted, spreading his arms wide. "You've fought well. You've stood tall against invaders and protected our sacred land."

The templars cheered, their weapons raised in the air.

"No need to celebrate just yet. They've pulled back, yes," Shir continued, his voice sharper now. "They've seen our strength. They've seen our devotion. And they've retreated."

Another wave of cheers followed, louder than before.

"But tell me!" he roared, pointing toward the cliffs where Eren and his people stood. "Do you think we should stop here? Do you think we should let them walk away after trying to desecrate our holy land?"

The answer came quickly. A wave of angry shouts and chants filled the air.

"No!"

"Kill them!"

"Don't let them go!"

Shir smiled darkly, his eyes fixed on Eren in the distance.

"They dared step into our territory," he said, lowering his tone but adding more force to each word. "They dared to challenge our god and our faith. And now they stand there watching… as if this is a game."

Shir's expression turned grim as he floated above his army, looking down at the sea of followers below. The flickering light from the altar under construction made the shadows on his face deeper, sharper. His voice rang out, heavy and serious.

"My brethren… although I want to take revenge for every Templar, every follower of God Raashim who has died since yesterday, I'm afraid it won't be that easy. Taking down a Demigod isn't something we can do with anger alone."

He paused. The crowd stirred.

Hidden among them were Shir's close confidants—those who knew exactly what they had to do. One of them raised his fist and shouted with passion, "Young Lord Shir, we can't tolerate those blasphemers on our land! They're ruining our lord and savior's image. Just tell us what to do!"

Another voice joined in, full of fire and loyalty. "That's right! Even if we have to die, we'll do it for the glory of the Raashim Temple! To protect our people from these invaders!"

More voices joined. One by one, Shir's trusted men and women stepped up, shouting their agreement. Each voice added more fuel to the fire, spreading energy and anger through the army like a wave.

Shir raised a hand and scanned the crowd with a serious look.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice calm but piercing. "If we want to destroy our enemies once and for all, you'll have to put yourselves first. You'll have to make the ultimate sacrifice. So I ask you—are you ready?"

There was a silence for a moment. Then, as if on cue, another loyal subordinate shouted, "What's there to worry about?! Our faith in God Raashim is pure! We'll gladly put our lives on the line to protect our homes, our wives, our children!"

"Exactly!" someone else yelled. "We can't let those snakes hide in their burrows and wait to strike again! They've already released that sea monster! Who knows what's next?"

A woman in armor stepped forward, her voice steady and full of pride. "We are warriors! Proud Templars of God Raashim! We won't run away from our duty. And isn't our god a True Immortal? Doesn't he have his own Divine Kingdom?"

She looked around, raising her voice even more.

"Even if we die today, our souls will be reborn in his kingdom. We'll serve him as his chosen ones and receive his blessings. That is our greatest honor!"