Ancient God in the Modern World

"Should it be a dagger? A sword?"

Of course, there is no need to ask, Allen, himself, prefers swords personally. However, he would not complain if he can't have one because of the lack of materials. What matters most is that he had a weapon that he could use.

The weapons of a Divine Spirit would completely upgrade his fighting prowess because they would contain a bit of his authority and would help him understand his authority further.

At this point, what Allen needed the most, aside from the Divine energies is a comprehension of his authority.

"A pity."

Allen felt pity as he thought of a way to forge his weapons.

Back in his time, the best forger is the Divine Spirit of Mountains, the God of the Dwarves. It is believed that he can turn an ordinary ore into a Divine Weapon.

Back then, Allen also asked the Divine Spirit of Mountains to forge his weapon. Of course, the Divine Spirit of Mountains gladly forged one for him. In return, he will become one of the patron Gods of the dwarves.

Of course, to honor that, they needed the Divine testament.

The Divine testament is akin to a contract for the Divine Spirit. With it, they cannot deny the agreement, of course in the premise that both of the Divine Spirits did not meet their demise or was not in their Divine slumber.

However, in Allen's case, Allen could not locate the Divine Spirit of Mountains. Thus, he assumed that he was 'dead'. But perhaps, this is for the good. He did not need to spare some of his efforts to help the dwarves.

Just like the elves, they are just a remnant of the ancient race back in ancient times.

…

Meanwhile, Alastar, the Plague Priest's right hand back in the time, had become one of Allen's bearers of his Divine Mark.

He is the one that leads their group. He replaced the Plague Priest when he had gone with their Lord. At first, he was rather reluctant to become the leader but the Divine Mark proved otherwise.

At this moment, in the dead of the night, he was looking towards the moon that was hung up in the sky.

In these past few days, he had been like this. He would look at the moon or gaze at the horizon to lament what should he do regarding the traitors of the church.

It was not that he did not want to take their life, but rather, he cannot pursue all of them. well, he could but it would take a long time.

"Alastar, I want you to find the traitors, kill them."

This night is just like the other nights; however, he received an oracle from his Lord. along with it is a map with the general locations of the traitors.

"then, bring me the item that was in Cyril and Milo's hands at all cost."

"Your will shall be done," he replied without hesitation.

With these, he had gained a determination. To follow the two scouts. However, he needed to plan on how to get them. He was not oblivious of Milo's teleportation ability.

After he replied, the Divine Mark, gushed out some of its Divine energy and let it flow towards the weapons that they had gained through their expeditions.

"My God, I thank you for the blessing that you have granted us."

Originally their weapons are all holy weapons found from their expeditions; however, they did not contain an authority from any of the Gods or Divine Spirits. But now, as Allen's Divine energy flowed, Allen had imprinted his authority on them.

It was easy to change the authority on those weapons because they did not reach the ranks of Saint weapons. Of course, Allen merely imprinted his authority, he did not change any of the inscriptions in the weapons.

With that, he started organizing the group.

A few weeks later, they had arrived stealthily at the location of their first target, Base 463.

They went inside the base in a small group at a time to avoid being suspected. Furthermore, they did not choose to stay together and would simply communicate with one another.

After all, the fluctuation of the Divine energy and faith energy would be stronger if they are in bigger groups.

…

Meanwhile, in the branch of the Warbringer Auction House in Base 463, two youths are in the VIP room attending an auction.

"Milo, I feel bad auctioning the golden egg and the staff."

Cyril and Milo were seated on a comfy sofa. Milo was relaxed and rather excited while the former is nervous.

"Come on Cyril. We had already betrayed against…" Milo did not want to mention Allen's name because he knew that Allen will hear them and would be able to know their location.

"My goodness, Milo. We'll never have a chance to redeem ourselves if we do this."

"What? You're planning to redeem yourself? Dream on. The Divine Spirit is prideful. Do you think he will forgive you?"

Milo berated Cyril for his naïve mind.

"No, the Divine Spirits are terrifying existence."

Cyril rebutted.

"Hahaha. Not all. That one is weak. I don't know what is in the minds of those bastards why are they serving the weak."

"Weak or strong, a Divine Spirit is still a Divine..."

As they were arguing, five men entered. Cyril noticed it and stopped whatever he was about to say.

Then, he said, "They are here."

He noticed them as his Energy Eyes subconsciously activated. This happens whenever he felt danger.

"What? How did they find us?"

Milo asked and looked at him subconsciously?"

Then, he remembered, that Allen's projection placed a seal on the tree items.

"Shit! How did we forget that they were sealed by the Divine fucking spirit?"

Meanwhile, at this time, Cyril was shivering nervously.

"What should we do now?"

"What else? We'll escape," Milo said. He then held Cyril's shoulders and thought of their destination.

However, he was horrified when he had discovered that he cannot use his ability. At the same time, he saw an ominous mark in his inner body.

"Shit!"

All he could do is to curse.