Sixth Ring Wizard

Herag noticed this and couldn't help but smile.

Now, in the eyes of these people, he was probably no different from a monster. They likely no longer considered him one of their own kind.

This was unavoidable, after all, his recent actions in their eyes were extremely strange, mysterious, and frightening.

Any normal person would feel a fear from the depths of their heart, making it difficult to feel any sense of kinship, even if he had defeated their enemies.

But this didn't mean Herag was their friend; these adventurers were now more terrified than before.

If the people from the Sky Temple could still make them angry, Herag could only bring them fear.

After all, with the Sky Temple's people, they could still have thoughts of resistance and understand their methods.

As adventurers, dying under blades was all too normal, and perishing under a barrage of magic was just as commonplace.

But Herag's recent methods only instilled fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Rayne himself was also a Magic Master, and from the Sky Temple no less.

He was an absolutely powerful caster, yet such a caster had inexplicably died by Herag's hands.

Lins inhaled a bit nervously, forcing himself to calm down, and then said, "Sir, they aren't..."

He felt that his companions' actions were rude, and he wanted to explain.

Herag had saved them, yet these people acted this way, which could easily anger Herag.

Unexpectedly, Herag just waved his hand, "It's fine, I don't care."

"Thank you, sir." Lins expressed his gratitude with some embarrassment, bowing his head.

The others realized that their previous actions were purely instinctual, feeling fearful by nature.

They now understood just how rude their actions had been.

Herag didn't care much about this. He picked up Rayne's ring and took a look.

Inside, there seemed to be nothing useful, mostly items resembling religious books, a few sets of clothes, and some belongings.

To Herag, these things held no value.

It seemed that the truly valuable items were kept in the Sky Temple; that old man wouldn't carry them around.

Or rather, with Rayne's power, he wasn't qualified to carry important treasures with him.

Herag tossed the ring to Lins, saying, "It's yours."

"This...how can this be, sir? This is your spoils of war." Lins hurriedly refused, intent on returning the ring.

In the eyes of these adventurers, the spoils of war from those Herag defeated naturally belonged to Herag.

That they managed to survive was already quite fortunate; asking for his things would be utterly unreasonable.

"Take it if I tell you to, what use are those things to me? They're just taking up space." Herag said impatiently.

Lins, seeing this, couldn't insist further and simply nodded, "Thank you, sir!"

At this point, the others realized Herag wouldn't harm them and bravely stepped forward to express their thanks and apologies.

Herag said nothing, instead heading over to the three giant swords and casually picked one up.

"Hmm?"

Herag found this giant sword somewhat peculiar; its principles were similar to witchcraft artifacts but not exactly the same.

The power of witchcraft artifacts comes from the magic enchanted upon them; these spells and the materials used to make the artifacts produce some wondrous effects.

The giant sword before him didn't have any magic enchantments, yet it bore some strange energy.

This energy felt familiar to Herag, and upon reflection, he realized it had a divine quality.

When Herag entered his Divine State, the wish power his followers contributed felt quite similar to the aura of the giant sword.

But the energy of the giant sword wasn't wish power; it was more like energy that had undergone numerous transformations based on wish power.

"How is this thing used? Do you know?" Herag asked, turning the giant sword around.

Lins responded, "I'm not too sure, but this sort of giant sword can only be used by the knights of the Sky Temple. They've obtained great power through the divine blessing of the Sky Temple, which allows them to wield such swords."

Lins revealed everything he knew, though it wasn't much, mostly learned from his mentor Levi.

Herag pondered briefly, his thoughts sparking with inspiration as he entered the Divine State.

Once in the Divine State, with a mere thought, the giant sword in his hand shrunk to the size of a regular longsword.

Then the longsword began slowly growing larger and then smaller again.

Herag laughed, now understanding how to use such a giant sword, able to manipulate it at will.

He also comprehended the power attribute of those in the Sky Temple; it was essentially wish power, though manifested differently, but at its core, it was the same.

Herag also had wish power within him and could directly drive the giant sword with it.

The power the knights of the Sky Temple possessed was transformed by the divine, but essentially originated from wish power.

"This..." Lins watched with a surprised expression.

In his understanding, this type of giant sword could only be wielded by the knights of the Sky Temple.

But the man before him was clearly not from the Sky Temple, so how could he use it?

Herag, naturally, had no explanation to offer; being a god himself, it was only natural he could use such a giant sword.

"You'll not need them anyway, I'll be taking them all." Herag then stored the three giant swords in his space ring as backup weapons.

Herag never had a convenient weapon; when he entered the Titan Power form, the weapons from the kobolds were barely usable.

But those weapons, while large, were made from crude materials, just ordinary oversized swords.

If the battle intensity increased slightly, those weapons would become entirely useless, breaking easily.

But this giant sword in front of him was different, made of a very special material that Herag couldn't even identify, extremely hard and flexible.

The blue giant sword even carried a special energy, quite unusual.

"Let's call you the Celestial Giant Sword." Herag casually named it.

Recalling the process in which the Sky Knight had wielded the sword earlier, Herag infused a small bit of wish power into the sword.

The blade of the Celestial Giant Sword transformed, becoming a pure white glow, akin to a light saber.

Herag placed the Celestial Giant Sword gently on the ground, and it sunk effortlessly into it, unimpeded.

Herag sensed that if he let go, the Celestial Giant Sword would slip right into the ground like sinking into water.