I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?

"To prevent the Aberration from breaking free, the great ’Lord’ has sent many people to this place. All of them became heroes, stabilizing the seal,"

the nun said solemnly, lifting her gaze reverently toward the heavens, as if the supreme being she longed to meet were watching from above.

Thomas couldn’t help but sneer.

"You’re still clinging to that excuse?"

This church had once been a well-known cathedral, visited by many. But from the nun’s words, it was clear that most of those visitors had ended up as fuel for the seal.

Later, as more and more people began to disappear near the cathedral, the locals began to suspect something was wrong and gradually avoided the area.

Even so, some villagers, hunters, and herbalists still wandered too close—and they too, clearly became nothing more than bones.

She was the one bringing harm, yet she dressed it up in noble rhetoric? Laughable.

Without hesitation, the mist swirling around Thomas suddenly expanded like a swelling cloud, enveloping the space around him.

From within the fog, flames erupted around his body and coalesced into scorching fireballs that blasted toward the nun.

Boom!