I Reborn as a God Within a Statue, And You Ask Me to Enslave All Gods?
Chapter 184 -183-The Legendary Divine Bloodlines

Chapter 184: Chapter183-The Legendary Divine Bloodlines

Thomas had seen a scroll like this once before—on Frank.

It was precisely with the help of such a scroll that Frank had achieved early elementalization. His combat power had surged dramatically, allowing him to fight across tiers as if defying natural limits.

Among all the Awakeners under Owen’s banner, Frank had become the most formidable combatant by far.

And now... the great Deus Initium had bestowed two more bloodline scrolls!

"This is wonderful! Simply wonderful! That means Annasi Town will soon welcome two more bloodline-enhanced powerhouses!"

Thomas’s voice trembled with excitement as he turned toward the distant temple, bowing reverently toward its gleaming spires.

Compared to a hundred ordinary Awakeners, even one bloodline Awakened fighter was of far greater value.

Once someone awakened a rare bloodline, the town’s overall combat strength would skyrocket—rising to a whole new level!

Under Thomas’s expectant gaze, the two bloodline scrolls flew swiftly toward Theodore and Benjamin, embedding themselves into their bodies like twin streams of divine fire.

In the next instant—

A dazzling burst of light erupted from both of them, as if stars had detonated within their very veins!

And from deep within the soul—

An awe-inspiring pressure burst forth, one so ancient and raw that it seemed to trace back to the very origins of their lineage.

"This pressure... it’s terrifying. It’s enough to rival what Frank gave off when he first awakened his bloodline."

Thomas narrowed his eyes, marveling at the sight, and his anticipation only grew.

Around them, others were starting to take notice.

Revan and the rest of the patrol elites stared in wonder as columns of light erupted around Theodore and Benjamin, rising high into the sky like twin divine beacons.

A deep envy was etched into their expressions.

Frank had become the first true battle-god of their territory after awakening his bloodline—his power and prestige unmatched.

And now, it was Theodore and Benjamin’s turn?

"When will it be my turn?"

Revan clenched his fists, jealousy and longing colliding within him.

He had dreamed of possessing a special bloodline for years. The thought of mastering a unique lineage—one spoken of in ancient texts—was intoxicating.

"It must be that my faith toward the great Deus Initium still lacks true depth!"

Revan’s envy quickly gave way to self-reflection.

After all, those who had offered sincere, unwavering devotion to Deus Initium had already been blessed, some even elevated to the status of Vassal Gods.

And now, with these bloodline awakenings passing him by, he realized his heart was not as pure as he thought.

Then suddenly—

BOOM!

The twin pillars of light flared again, brighter than ever before—brilliant to the point of being blinding.

They stretched toward the heavens like twin mountains of light, titanic and divine.

And then... the phenomena began to change.

Within one of the light pillars, dark red mist began to churn—forming a scene straight from a nightmare.

A battlefield, awash in blood.

Mountains of corpses, seas of gore.

And atop that scarlet hellscape, a blood-drenched figure stood tall and unyielding, as if even gods would bow before his ruthless majesty.

A King of Blood.

When Revan saw this, his heart nearly stopped.

The sheer murderous intent radiating from the illusion suffocated the air around them. But more than that—it was unmistakable.

He had read of this bloodline in ancient volumes, whispered in reverence and fear:

A lineage forged in endless conflict, said to grow stronger through every drop of enemy blood shed.

A path paved in corpses.

A path to godhood.

And as the first spectacle raged on, the second light pillar transformed as well.

This time, it became an ocean of silver lightning.

Thunderbolts danced through the sky like serpents of energy, tearing across the realm with devastating force.

The illusion roared, scattering the surrounding darkness with crackling brilliance.

And at its center—

A thunder-wreathed figure emerged from the storm, commanding the lightning sea with nothing but its presence.

The Lord of Thunder.

Revan’s expression twisted in shock once again.

The bloodline of the Thunder Lord...

Capable of controlling the very essence of storms, said to possess unmatched speed, explosive power, and cataclysmic force.

Even among ancient tomes, this bloodline was so rare that only a handful of vague accounts existed.

And every single time it emerged, it stirred chaos across entire eras.

How...?

"King of Blood and Lord of Thunder—so it’s these two? Excellent. Absolutely excellent!"

Thomas’s grin widened with each passing second.

With these two added to Frank’s elementalized bloodline, Annasi Town now boasted three unique bloodline Awakeners.

Who could possibly imagine how far this town could rise?

Never in recorded history had a single region—much less a mere town—produced three bloodline powerhouses at once.

And not just any bloodlines—these were God-tier.

According to historical scrolls, though many rare constitutions had existed, the Nine Divine Bloodlines stood at the apex.

Legends whispered that if all nine ever appeared together, the entire plane of existence would undergo a monumental transformation.

"Three of the nine... all in Annasi Town..."

Thomas’s eyes gleamed with an almost crazed excitement.

What if—just what if—they could gather all nine?

He couldn’t help but grin.

The top-ranked divine bloodline was said to have appeared only once in all of recorded history.

If it were to appear again now, what sort of storm would it unleash across the planes?

Thomas didn’t doubt it.

With the guidance and blessings of Deus Initium, Annasi Town would one day see all nine Divine Bloodlines emerge within its borders.

It would become a town of legends—a cradle of demigods.

And in that very moment—

Theodore’s eyes fluttered closed, body trembling slightly.

The changes within were profound.

His blood surged like coiled serpents—massive, powerful, unstoppable. It rushed through his veins with such force it felt like his heart would burst from sheer strength.

It was as if he had become the source of power itself.

He felt as though he could crush mountains with his bare hands.

His level soared—elevating him instantly to Tier-5 Awakener.

Beside him, Benjamin’s body surged with arcs of silver lightning.

In that same heartbeat, he too became a Tier-5 Awakener.

They looked at each other—eyes wide, breath trembling.

The phenomenon that engulfed their bodies would have made even elite knights of the empire tremble.

They knew the power Deus Initium had given them was immense.

But now—feeling it firsthand?

It was more than they’d ever dared dream.

"I never thought I’d awaken a legendary bloodline. To be chosen... to feel this kind of power..."

Benjamin whispered, half in disbelief.

It was like a dream—a dream he never wanted to wake from.

"Great Deus Initium, your devotee Benjamin offers his eternal gratitude for this blessing!"

"Great Deus Initium, your humble servant Theodore thanks you from the depths of his soul!"

The two knelt in unison, hands clasped together in reverence as they prayed toward the temple, voices trembling with divine fervor.

Even though they had always been devout, even though they had long respected their god with all their hearts—this gift left them humbled beyond words.

They both silently vowed:

From this moment on, they would serve Deus Initium with even greater faith, even more dedication.

They would become his blades.

His shield.

His voice.

Meanwhile...

In a distant, shadow-shrouded palace, an ancient figure stirred.

Chains wrapped around his withered limbs, anchoring him to the marble floor.

And yet—his mind wandered freely, eyes scanning the worn map laid out before him.

The deep, solemn chime of an ancient bell echoed across the hall.

Another divine bloodline had emerged.

Two, in fact.

"Again? The Divine Bloodlines... they’ve surfaced once more?"

"This is... too fast."

His voice was a dry whisper.

In the past hundred years, even within the vast Caesar Empire, only a handful of Divine Bloodlines had emerged.

But now... three?

All within the same region?

That wasn’t just improbable.

It was impossible.

Then he saw the location—and his eyes narrowed like slits.

All three bloodline Awakeners had emerged in the same place.

The very same place as that elementalized human before them.

"Annasi Town," he murmured darkly.

"What’s in that place? What secret is hidden there?"

"Could Divine Bloodlines really be... manufactured now?"

Divine Bloodlines had always been the rarest of the rare.

Even with remnants of the empire’s Primal Faith, it took over a decade—sometimes two—to produce just one.

But Annasi Town had birthed three.

Clearly, something monumental lay hidden there.

And he needed to uncover it.

If it had only been a single bloodline, he could have waited.

Watched. Planned.

But now... with three awakened, he could wait no longer.

He was certain: the territory held a dense concentration of Primal Faith—perhaps the last great reservoir of it in the empire.

If he could consume enough of it...

He would rise.

Not just to Tier-8—but perhaps even become a Tier-9 Awakener, a rank that had remained only legend for millennia.

"This must be concealed immediately."

"If those damnable spellbeasts catch wind of it, they’ll only ruin the feast."

A dark, corrupted aura leaked from his form—Aberration energy coiling from his skin like smoke, twisting his body into something inhuman.

His eyes glowed with hunger as the image of Annasi Town burned ever brighter on the map before him.

Reflected in the depths of his pupils...

Was the future of a blood-soaked empire.