Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos

A satisfying grin bloomed so brightly across the commander's assistant's face, his eyes alight with thrilling anticipation.

Seiya—the one he had always regarded with so much spite was about to get killed, after all.

In contrast to the happiness radiating from the assistant, fear and worry clouded the faces of the villagers.

Despite them all being fully aware of the capabilities of their Lord, they couldn't help but feel concern for him especially when it was one of them that pushed him into the current situation.

Their worry casted a gloomy atmosphere over them, their faces pale, and beady with nervous sweat. Despite their worries, they knew the imminent danger that had somehow landed in front of them—a danger that might spread to them should they not be careful enough.

Or should it rather be said; should their Lord not be merciful enough.

The villagers drew back, moving away from the fight that was about to start.

Eveh the commander and his assistant, including two Humanity Saviors who weren't l attack types had moved away, distancing themselves from the commotion that was about to ensue.

All around Seiya—encircling him like he was some sort of barbaric criminal—the Humanity Saviors surrounded him.

Their spite fueled feelings surged freely like a gusting breeze. Their hatred and bloodlust coiled the space around them with a thick, dark suffocating shroud.

It was evident to everyone, including the children of little knowledge that whatever was about to commence was no child's play.

The Humanity Saviors—several in number—only had three captains among them.

As they locked Seiya in a tight circle with no means of escape, they regarded him with contempt.

With eyes one would a mere roach they could eliminate any instant.

With eyes as though he was a peasant who had committed a grand crime against a noble.

"If you've committed a crime of taking a life, there should be no problem in paying back with yours, should there?" Yenni, one of the three boys that had previously taken Beni back to the association, said.

"Of course there shouldn't, tch!" Zero chipped in.

"Prepare for your end. If there are any last words you wish to convey, now's the chance," the long haired, male captain said like one exercising leniency.

Seiya's shoulder that had remained in a stiffened position since he was encircled, rose and fell, a deep sigh that coursed through every inch of his body escaping him.

Although he had the entirety of the village well within his field of vision, he turned slowly, alerting the Humanity Saviors, and causing them to exercise caution.

They thought he was going to make a move, but Seiya simply turned to look toward the commander's direction.

Up until a while ago, the commander was being so good and fast at intervening, stopping any commotion that was about to rise. What happened now?

Now that he's been surrounded with so much bloodlust oozing from them, why was the commander not coming?

Noticing Seiya's gaze toward him, the commander who stood relaxed with his arms folded across his chest, flashed a bright smile with his eyes squinted—throwing a gentle wave at Seiya.

I see, Seiya said within him, turning back to the Humanith Saviors.

"Any last words?" The captain asked, drawing his sword.

Not only were they confident that they had the upper hand, they had all been healed and restored back to health, hence they could fight with their full energy should things take an unexpected turn.

"Humans grow complacent when afforded too much privilege, no different from swine that gorge themselves senseless in the absence of a keeper." Seiya said quietly, extending his hand forward like he was reaching out to something.

The Humanity Savior's faces turned rigid, their brows drawn tight together in indignation. Although they would like for nothing more than to cut him down instantly, they were curious why he had his hand forward.

Even from the distance, the comamnder watched and wondered. Meanwhile, a smug grin was all that was plastered across the commander's assistant's face.

He was sure the Humanity Saviors could defeat Seiya.

As Seiya's hand hung mid-air, open as though waiting for something to come into his grasp—a soft whooshing sound hit everyone's ears from the distance.

Before anyone could turn to look at what was making such a sound, Seiya's staff tore through their midst with intense speed and pressure, carrying along a ripple of wind that violently hit their faces—tousling their hair and clothes.

The staff flew into Seiya's waiting grasp, connecting with a forceful impact that it caused another ripple of wind that violently struck the people behind him.

The stainless chains attached to one end of the staff dangled mid-air, the staff itself still in Seiya's grasp as he held it at his eye level—still extended forward.

From where the commander stood, his eyes widened in surprise, his legs involuntarily leaving the ground and taking a few steps forward.

He was, at last, witnessing the much-spoken-of staff in person.

Even the assistant that wore a prideful smug smile a while ago was surprised where the staff suddenly flew from, as were the Humanity Saviors who had Seiya encircled.

For some moments, a heavy silence fell upon the village, everyone was silent and simply staring.

"What is this?" The captain finally spoke, calmly stepping forward, unbothered by the scene that just happened. "Are you trying to put on a fancy show for us?"

Not aggravated by their taunts, Seiya retracted his staff, twirling it with graceful finesse. With casual ease like he wasn't about to carry out anything dreadful, he gently placed the blunt tip of the staff against the captain's chest.

The staff's tip gently nudged the captain, drawing his gaze low to look down at it.

"Wha—" Before the words could fully leave the captain's mouth, his chest caved inward, exploding the next second.

His body erupted before the Humanity Saviors, fragments of flesh and bone flying outward with blood cascading over them, staining them anew in vivid crimson.

Each and everyone of their eyes spread wide to the point of hilarity, a chilling cold that chided them to the very bones rooting them in place.

Their faces beheld a type of dread never seen, their breaths itself coming out low and shallow like ones at the point of death—only able to draw faint breaths.

The commander's lips quivered, but before he could find the strength to utter a word, Seiya swept his staff in a devastating semicircular arc—obliterating not one, but four of the Humanity Saviors' heads.