Starting from primitive world, building the strongest divine kingdom

In the market of Ambera City.

A scarlet figure darted through the streets like a streak of crimson light, stirring up a cloud of dust. The once-bustling residents and vendors had vanished without a trace, retreating to the shadows in fear, leaving only the solitary crimson figure standing still amid the chaos.

Surrounding him were the moans of the fallen guards.

As Enzo approached, the captain of the guards, stricken with terror, lay on the ground, struggling to prop himself up. He yelled, "Stay back!"

However, upon seeing Enzo's indifference, his demeanor shifted instantly, and he stammered, "Noble warrior, we have made a grave mistake! We are prepared to offer compensation!"

Yet, as he spoke, he stealthily reached into his pocket.

From it, he produced a peculiar cylindrical object, which he promptly crushed. In an instant, Enzo felt the emergence of an extraordinary aura, one far mightier than any adversary he had previously encountered. The oppressive presence evoked an involuntary urge to submit.

Realization dawned upon Enzo, and his expression shifted dramatically.

He gazed at the colossal phantom gradually coalescing in the air, his expression grave as he uttered, "Lord of Ambera, first-tier deity Lovins!"

In an instant, the specter of Lovins was fully formed.

Witnessing the scene before him, Lovins erupted in a tirade against the guards: "A pack of worthless fools! You can't even handle one individual! And you waste the divine power I expended to create this Scroll!"

The captain of the guard felt deeply aggrieved.

Yet, this was the truth, and he had no means to refute it. He could only reply, "My lord, this individual's strength is abnormal, and he is likely the mastermind behind the extermination of the Gwaihir family. Even if he isn't, he is undoubtedly an accomplice."

This statement caused Lovins' expression to shift slightly.

Of course, he did not believe Enzo to be the actual perpetrator. The Gwaihir family, though not the most prestigious in Ambera, boasted members of Level 9 strength, and there were numerous Level 8 warriors among them. The Enzo before him was merely of Level 8, making it implausible for him to have slain every member of the Gwaihir family.

Nonetheless, toxins had indeed been detected in the deceased Gwaihir members.

However, those toxins had originally been concocted by the Gwaihir family themselves. Could it be that these individuals had descended into madness and poisoned themselves?

No sane individual would entertain such an idea.

Lovins firmly believed that someone had utilized mental prowess to subdue the members of the Gwaihir family, creating the illusion that they had ingested poison.

The one possessing such strength would at least be at the pinnacle of Level 9.

There was an even greater possibility that this individual was a first-tier deity, much like himself.

Thus, this posed a troublesome dilemma for Lovins.

Yet, he also had no desire to offend the temple.

In that moment, he felt a certain comfort from the words of the captain of the guard, believing that this captain still held some value. After all, since the true murderer was not apprehended, a scapegoat would be fabricated.

Of course, Enzo's prowess could at most label him as an accomplice.

Yet, for the candidate Divine Son of the Gwaihir family, this would suffice as an explanation.

As these thoughts whirled in his mind, Lovins did not cease his actions. He reached out towards Enzo, ensnaring the very space surrounding him.

Thus, Enzo was left with no means of escape.

The next moment brought a shocking turn of events: Enzo resolutely resisted the oppressive force of the spatial confinement, even finding the strength to throw a punch, pushing Lovins back a step.

Such power!

Lovins's eyes widened in astonishment, quickly shifting his focus to the blood-red armor adorning Enzo.

He did not believe this was Enzo's own strength. Rather, he assumed that Enzo was clad in a rare and extraordinary artifact, for many such treasures were whispered of in the realm of Fierce Beasts.

"A marvelous treasure, indeed!"

Lovins was filled with elation.

To Lovins, Enzo had become a doomed individual.

Lovins must possess that crimson armor.

Unaware of the shifts in Lovins's thoughts, Enzo sensed the change in the atmosphere, particularly the overwhelming aura that surged toward him like a rising tide, suffocating in its intensity.

Was this the power of a novice deity?

And not even the true form, merely a fleeting semblance.

Enzo marveled inwardly but felt no fear.

He charged once more towards Lovins, fiery wings suddenly manifesting behind him, crackling with thunderous energy. At that moment, Enzo resembled a formidable deity far more than Lovins ever could.

Then, with a sudden surge, Enzo unleashed a devastating punch.

This blow, accompanied by an explosion of flames and thunder, ignited a dazzling display of pyrotechnics.

Such power was truly breathtaking.

Yet Lovins remained unfazed. The greed in his eyes blazed ever brighter. He failed to perceive the true nature of Enzo's Flame Wings, still convinced they were a treasure, which filled him with a secret glee yet a twinge of unease. After all, possessing such an abundance of treasures was a testament to one's strength.

Could it be that this young man harbored an astonishing background?

In that fleeting hesitation, Enzo's mighty punch landed squarely upon Lovins.

Lovins' body shuddered slightly before he sneered, "You naïve fool, the power of a deity is beyond your imagination. Even if your strength surpasses that of ordinary men, to think you could defeat me is sheer folly!"

"Now, surrender obediently!"

Lovins bellowed, reveling in the imagined sight of Enzo prostrated on the ground.

The guards sprawled on the floor wore expressions of vindictive joy.

Enzo's expression shifted to one of grave seriousness.

He had not anticipated that his most potent force would fail to even wound Lovins. This was undoubtedly the most formidable opponent he had ever encountered.

Yet, Enzo remained undeterred.

If strength was insufficient, then he would simply augment his power!

With a steely resolve, Enzo summoned the vast energy amassed within the Thunder Pool of the miniature world. This formidable force had surged immensely, especially after the World Tree's entry into the small realm.

The power of thunder was savage, imbued with a sense of utter destruction.

The moment this tempestuous energy coursed through Enzo's veins, he was engulfed by excruciating pain, his flesh unable to withstand the overwhelming force that threatened to shatter him. Yet, in that critical instant, the Life Water from the miniature world surged into his body, initiating the repair of his ravaged form.

Amidst the relentless cycle of decay and restoration, Enzo's physique grew increasingly robust.

Simultaneously, his aura swelled with formidable strength.

In but an instant, he transcended Level 9, his potent presence radiating outward, instilling an intense sense of oppression in the onlookers from Ambera City, even causing a subtle change in Lovins's expression.

"This cannot continue!"

Lovins thought grimly.

He resolved to take decisive action.

Gathering a torrent of elemental power within his palm, he transformed it into a massive beam of light that hurtled towards Enzo, obliterating all structures in its wake, reducing them to mere dust.

Though Enzo sensed the magnitude of this force, retreat was not an option.

The thunderous and life-giving energies surged within him, forging his corporeal strength—a metamorphosis, a rare opportunity that, once interrupted, might never return.

Moreover, Lovins's assault arrived at the most opportune moment!

Enzo made a bold decision.

When Lovins's attack descended upon him, he chose to relinquish his resistance and instead absorb the power contained within that energy assault.

It must be said, this was an incredibly risky choice.

Should anything go awry, the only fate awaiting Enzo would be death.

Yet, fate has always favored the brave. Under the onslaught of that tremendous energy, Enzo, though gravely injured, swiftly recovered with the aid of Life Water, and remarkably, the energy unleashed by Lovins accelerated Enzo's transformation.

Moments later, Lovins's attack ceased, and the billowing dust settled.

"No, this is impossible!"

Upon witnessing the scene before him, Lovins was filled with disbelief.

Under such an assault, Enzo emerged unscathed, even his aura growing more formidable.

For Enzo, this was an extraordinary surprise.

The changes brought about by this transformation were monumental. Even with Enzo's typically indifferent demeanor, he was overwhelmed with excitement.

Upon his blood-red armor, intricate silver and emerald green patterns emerged, intertwining to form complex and mysterious designs, as if revealing some eternal truth within the Starry Sky.

These patterns concealed numerous remarkable abilities.

As the master of the blood-red armor, Enzo sensed countless wonders within.

Now, the armor, born from the fusion of three elemental powers, not only significantly reduced the damage he sustained but also allowed for rapid healing and added a thunderous effect to his attacks, rendering it exceptionally versatile.

Moreover, with the enhancement of his strength, the armor's capabilities would further intensify.

Enzo could not help but feel a surge of excitement within: "With this suit of armor, I am invincible beneath the deity. My chances of success in the blood-soaked ruins have significantly increased…"

At that moment, Lovins, who was watching, wore a grim expression.

He sensed a slight threat emanating from Enzo. Though it was but a whisper, it was a colossal affront to him, for he was a formidable deity. Beneath a deity, even a Level 9 warrior was merely a feeble insect, and now he found himself feeling fear towards an insect.

It was utterly absurd!

Fury ignited within Lovins, and he bellowed at Enzo, "You young wretch, even if you have ascended to Level 9, you remain a feeble insect! Prepare to meet your demise!"

This time, Lovins summoned all his power.