When Kordontimus said this, Mike felt a huge shock.

He had not been with Kordontimus for long, only a few days.

Their teacher-disciple relationship was not deep, and they had not experienced anything together.

However, it was this insignificant teacher-disciple relationship that allowed Kordontimus to offend a god without hesitation.

This was something that Mike had never expected.

Because this choice-related matter was too shocking, Mike subconsciously neglected another important matter.

That was... strength!

In the Elven Queen's eyes, this matter was not about Kordontimus's attitude at all, but Kordontimus's strength.

An old human actually dared to directly become enemies with a god.

How powerful did he have to be in order to have the guts to do such a thing?

What the Elven Queen found even more incomprehensible was that the God of Fire, Ragnaros, did not immediately attack.

That was right, he hesitated!

Ragnaros narrowed his eyes and looked at the people at the top of the Violet Valley... No, more accurately, at Kordontimus.

He wanted to see how powerful Kordontimus was now.

However, he could not see it at all!

He was just a human, but he gave Ragnaros a bottomless feeling.

This feeling was no different from 3,000 years ago!

He was still the old Kordontimus.

However, Ragnaros still had a reason to act.

He could not tolerate a human adventurer exterminating all his believers and still be safe.

"Kordontimus, even if you insist on protecting him, I won't give you this honor.

"Do you really think that I can't do anything to you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the aura on Ragnaros's body suddenly increased rapidly.

In just a few breaths, it had reached a terrifying level.

Faced with the God of Fire, Kordontimus's expression did not change at all.

He merely changed from holding a sword with one hand to holding it with both hands. He stood on the peak of the mountain, his eyes staring at the angry god in midair.

"In the end, you are just a divine sense clone. No matter how much you grow..."

At this point, his words suddenly stopped.

Because Ragnaros's strength was still increasing!

"How is this possible!" Kordontimus finally revealed a trace of surprise.

"You actually increased the strength of your divine sense clone to 50%!

"Aren't you afraid of offending the wrath of the gods by doing this?!"

Kordontimus was very clear that gods also had weaknesses.

Their true bodies could not directly descend to Second World, so they could only use divine sense clones to deal with some matters.

A divine sense clone could only possess 50% of the true body's strength. Under normal circumstances, the divine sense clones released by the gods could not exceed 10% of the true body's strength.

This was also a rule made by the gods to reduce the influence of the gods on the lower realm. Every god should abide by it.

After all, the gods needed the believers of the lower realm to provide them with the power of faith. This was a way for them to strengthen themselves.

If a god broke this agreement, it would have a huge impact on the lower realm. It was very likely that it would incur the wrath of the gods.

Even the God of Light did not dare to go against all the gods, but Ragnaros actually dared to do so!

Hearing Kordontimus's words, Ragnaros sneered.

"Kordontimus, your idea is still too ridiculous. You have to remember that the rules will always be set by the strong.

"And humans will always be mere humans!

"Do you really think that they will do something to me just because of you lowly creatures from the lower realm?

"As long as I don't slaughter the believers of the other gods, they won't willingly be my enemy!"

Ragnaros's tone was very certain, and Kordontimus did not refute.

Because he knew that what Ragnaros said was right.

Even gods paid attention to benefits.

In Kordontimus's eyes, they were not real gods. They were just a group of powerful existences with strength.

Facing Ragnaros's clone that had 50% of the true body's strength, Kordontimus's attitude finally became serious.

If it was only a divine sense clone with 10% strength, Kordontimus was confident that he could defeat the other party unscathed.

If it reached 30%, Kordontimus figured that he might suffer from some injuries.

However, once it reached 50%...

Even Kordontimus was not sure that he could win!

This battle would probably not end easily.

Just as he was thinking, Kordontimus suddenly saw a figure from the corner of his eye.

He subconsciously looked to the left and was stunned.

It was his new student, God Slayer!

"Wait, what are you doing?!" Kordontimus's tone sank as he scolded in a low voice.

He knew that adventurers would always act wantonly. They treated death very casually.

Because they could be resurrected.

However...

A 50% strength divine sense clone was simply not something a human adventurer could deal with.

This was just a wasted sacrifice.

Moreover, adventurers killed by gods would suffer great losses. Few people in Second World knew about this, but Kordontimus was very clear about it.

He wanted God Slayer to quickly retreat behind him.

However, the moment Mike took out two swords, he felt tremendous special energy.

"This is..."

Kordontimus looked at Mike's back in disbelief.

Ragnaros, who was in the air, did not notice it at all.

He stared at Mike, who was passing Kordontimus, his eyes almost spitting fire.

"Puny human, do you want to fight with me?

"Ridiculous!"

His body leaned forward slightly, and then he directly rushed toward Mike at an extremely fast speed.

He planned to use the most straightforward method to tear apart this human's body and return him to his original state, which was what the players called level 1.

Once he was killed by a god, he would lose all his previous accumulation!

Level, equipment, items... Everything would disappear. It would be as if this player had never appeared in Second World before, completely erasing all traces.

Even the natives of Second World would completely forget about this player.

For players, if they were killed by a god, they would suffer a true death in Second World.

Everything had to be restarted from the beginning!

With this plan in mind, Ragnaros rushed toward Mike.

This was the only way to appease his anger.

The instant Ragnaros attacked Mike, Mike raised the swords in his left and right hands simultaneously, blocking the attack.

Ding!

At this moment, Ragnaros suddenly felt a huge rebound force from the two swords.

His flaming body seemed to have received a huge impact. His back was like an erupting volcano, spewing out a large amount of lava.

"This is impossible!" Ragnaros's eyes were filled with disbelief.

He could not understand how this human adventurer could block his attack.

What he found harder to understand was why he had suffered damages when this human had only managed to block his attack.

Howecer, just as Ragnaros was stunned, Mike laughed.

"I'm sorry, anything is possible."