And then the monster prepared to attack again. But first, it smacked him around some more time as if Galthor was a plaything it wanted to have some kind of fun with first before it went for the kill.

The monster turned around and finally came at him with fangs extended, clamping down hard on Galthor. But unfortunately, it didn't bite him in two as it expected; he was still coated in Divine energy!

Galthor could feel the rotting smell oozing from the monster's mouth as it bit him on the torso.

But the monster had also made another mistake. It thought it could bite Galthor to death with one chomp, but now it couldn't, and the barbarian chief was near its head.

Galthor balled his hands into fists and began to slam the monster's head with bone-shaking punches.

The water serpent shook its head angrily and shook its food, trying to make him stop, but it had underestimated the stubbornness of barbarians.

The fight now boiled down to who could punch to death first or who could bite to death first.

Galthor was betting on himself. And with that, his confidence grew, and he began to beat the monster's head even harder until the monster hissed and its head began to bleed.

But suddenly, the monster retaliated. Its dark eyes flashed with blue light, and the water around Galthor shook as mini water serpents appeared—three of them. Two bit his hands and dragged them back to keep him from punching,

while another coiled around his neck to strangle him!

In just a blink of an eye, the situation had changed once more, with Galthor at a heavy disadvantage!

The monster shook its head harder, bit even stronger in a bid to break through his defense and eat him up, but it was taking longer than it expected.

Galthor's two hands were bound by the water, and so was his throat. And it was then that it actually sank in that he might die.

He began to struggle, and even though the monster was a cursed one, he was having difficulties against it because it had a relic on it! It made it much stronger than it should be!

As if in confirmation of this thought, blue light flashed even more in the creature's eyes, and the water around it behaved strangely. It glowed blue and then began to coat its head in a clear imitation of what Galthor did.

But unlike Galthor, this water coating only applied to the head of the monster—most especially the fangs, the same fangs it used to bite harder on him.

Crack!

Galthor heard a mental crack as the Divine energy began to waver.

'...this is bad. I'm actually going to be in trouble very soon! How sad and humiliating would it be for me and the whole race if the new barbarian god they would be having in years turns out to die by drowning. Drowning!...'

His struggle turned even more desperate, but the water serpent only bit him with even more strength. And this time, one of the fangs actually managed to break through, causing searing pain to race through his body.

He gritted his teeth, and his eyes flashed with anger. No way he was going to die after just gaining his freedom! His muscles shuddered as he began to forcefully bring his hands together and down toward the hideous head of the water serpent.

'...just...just let me touch you and punch your skull in!..'

But then the monster's eyes flashed yet again, sending a blue ripple out that created more water-made serpents that bit into his hands to force them back. And with the same breath, it bit down even more, drawing out the barbarian chief's blood.

His spilled blood seemed to excite the monster, and it shook its head furiously in a bid to get more of the delicious blood in its mouth, causing more cracks to appear in the Divine defense.

Galthor got so angry that he opened his mouth and roared. And surprisingly, his voice blasted through the deep waters clear as a bell, with no difference as if he were on dry land.

Come to think of it! Galthor could breathe in the deep waters! In fact, he'd been breathing since the fight began, but he never took the time to notice.

'...ah! Take that! I'm a god after all!..'

But that did little to help his situation. At the very least, he needed to break free of the monster's hold so that he could fight it.

His masters fighting far above him weren't any better; in fact, they were way off. With the restrictions in the water, they could not swim up, and they still needed to fight the water-made serpents that kept recreating each time they were destroyed.

Their oxygen was running dangerously low!

Seriously, the hope of the barbarians was Galthor, and right now that hope might just get extinguished before it even had the chance to warm anything.

The masters wanted to rush toward their leader, but they could hardly move out of the situation they found themselves in. How could they save their chief?

Just then, the idea struck Karathra. What did Galthor say when they were in trouble earlier? He called them fools and told them to pray!

And so she did. Of course, she couldn't open her mouth, but her mind and every cell in her body vibrated in prayer! She wasn't the only one, either.

When one is at the brink of losing all hope, they turn to the nearest thing they can hold, even if it's something they don't have much belief in. But they had seen the miracles performed by their god.

So they turned to him.

The prayers hit Galthor like a warhammer, and he began to laugh. He laughed and laughed. "Yes! Yes! This is just what we need! A miracle! We need a miracle!"

And without hesitation, he answered those prayers and began to grant miracles. It was the greatest miracle he had ever performed in one go.

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