Chapter 455: Path To Godhood

And he just threw it straight ahead.

The heavy axe spun wildly and shot forward before it buried itself deeply straight into a huge, burly tribesman’s skull.

The man dropped dead instantly, and everyone nearby started screaming in pure terror.

Yuusha casually stood up straight and cracked his neck.

"I guess it is finally time to stop holding back. I wanted a peaceful life this time around, but that was only because I did not know that I could ascend to Godhood. But now that I have a clear, viable path? None of this pathetic peaceful shit matters anymore."

He didn’t really bother to grab another weapon. He just walked forward confidently.

The nearest person to him was none other than a young tribal girl. She looked at him with fearful eyes. But even though there was terror in her eyes, she still loyally looped her arms around his thick biceps and clung to him for protection, not realizing he was the threat.

Before she could even say anything, Yuusha callously grabbed her head with one massive hand.

Without any warning or hesitation, he just violently crushed her skull.

It was almost as disgustingly easy as cracking a fragile egg. He casually dropped her limp body to the dirt and simply continued to walk forward as the camp descended into pure chaos.

People began to frantically run in all directions. But there were a few brave warriors that did run towards him with their spears.

The closest one to reach him was a pretty tall and incredibly muscular guy. But before the warrior could even thrust his spear, Yuusha blurred entirely out of his vision.

The next second, the warrior’s vision went permanently dark.

Yuusha stood right where he was as he casually pulled his bloody fingers out of the guy’s destroyed eye sockets. He watched coldly as the large guy fell backwards into the dirt. He flicked his fingers and a bit of brain matter fell to the ground.

But the other warriors didn’t stop, and Yuusha didn’t care.

He just sent three impossibly fast punches flying forward, and every single one of the three warriors that had rushed towards him fell to the ground without a head. Their headless bodies just kept running. As they ran past him, they slowed down considerably before falling to their knees, their upper bodies tipping forward like bloody fountains, spraying blood all over the ground.

Yuusha looked down at his own hand, which was completely covered with blood.

He brought it to his face and rubbed his face with the blood, smearing it backwards over his bald skull.

He grinned widely before he started laughing like a complete psychopath.

"Ah! This is sooo fucking exhilarating! It has been so, so long since I have done something like this! I have missed this feeling for so long. Fuck a peaceful life! I didn’t want to be controlled by people like I was in my past life, but they did give me all of the glorious bloodshed that I wanted and never acknowledged!."

He spat on the ground. "Peaceful life my ass."

He didn’t say anything else. Instead, he just let out a loud, booming laugh before he dashed forward into the fleeing crowd.

One by one, people fell. They fell as he brutally chopped their necks with his bare hands. Their heads basically just tore completely apart from the sheer force of his horizontal chops.

One by one, the bodies fell, and not a single person who he caught was spared. He followed them deep into the forest and brutally executed almost every single one of them. While some of them did manage to magically escape, Yuusha just watched them run and didn’t really care.

He just grabbed the bloody bodies that he had just taken care of and ruthlessly dragged them one by one towards the exact center of the ruined tribe.

He made a huge, grotesque hill out of their corpses. He grinned widely as he stood atop the pile, looking up at the sky.

"I willingly gave up on both of my powerful blessings when I regressed!" Yuusha screamed at the skies. "But guess what I got in return, you fucking bitches? You locked my memories so that I wouldn’t even realize that I had a path like this! But now that I recalled all of my memories, I know everything! And you cannot fucking stop me!"

He laughed maniacally. "And you guys don’t even know what hidden power I currently have, do you?"

Right at that exact moment, one of the bloody bodies on the pile suddenly stood up stiffly.

Then, the rest of the bodies started to burn away. It didn’t look like actual bodies were being burned with regular fire. It looked more like dry wood was being rapidly consumed by magical flames that were a brilliant golden color.

Those golden flames washed over the one single body that was standing at the very top of the pile.

Soon, a completely new head grew out of the corpse’s neck. The body got massively more muscular and significantly bigger.

Yuusha just stood firmly in place as he watched the whole miracle happen. It was almost like he was patiently waiting for the divine transformation to completely finish. He was basically watching the live creation of an Angelic Apostle.

He watched in silence. Finally, after almost an hour, the whole pile of corpses was entirely gone, completely consumed as fuel. Standing in its place was one huge, nine-foot-tall being.

The Apostle looked human, but he also looked eerily similar to Yuusha himself. He had a bald head and an overly muscular body. It was almost exactly like Yuusha was looking at his own physical reflection before he came back in time. It was like looking at himself from his past life, but this new version was almost like it was steroids.

Yuusha’s cocky smile faltered slightly. But then he just chuckled.

"Just how much divinity did you guys use to send something like this down here?"