The Rutherford family was a massive force throughout the continent.
In fact, due to their status as "descendants of the gods," the mbers of the Rutherford family, even those from collateral branches, carried an air of superiority.
They inherently looked down on others and possessed both the deanor and power to back it up.
However, today, the faces of the Rutherford family mbers, who usually maintained a calm deanor, were now filled with terror and fear.
A silver-haired child stood before them, with five wings fluttering gently on his back.
His eyes, one purple and one blue, were filled with murderous intent and rage.
Despite facing dozens of Rutherford family mbers, the child showed no fear.
On the contrary, the Rutherford family mbers, who had the advantage in numbers, now appeared to be the weaker side.
"This monster... what do we do? We can't stop him."
"We have to hold on, wait for the elders of the family to arrive, then we can kill him."
Several mbers of the Rutherford family whispered to each other.
Nord looked at the people before him, his murderous intent growing stronger: "I've already given you a chance to escape. Since you refuse to leave, then you will all remain here. After all, your bodies carry the sa filthy blood as those others. Let grant you release. [Chapter 8, Section 3 of the Light God Art, Declaration of the God King.]"
As soon as Nord finished speaking, a golden divine power burst from his body, transforming into an invisible ripple that spread outward.
"Not good, everyone attack together!"
Upon hearing Nord's incantation, the mbers of the Rutherford family imdiately felt a sense of foreboding and unleashed their strongest magical attacks at Nord.
Dozens of powerful magic attacks, in various colors, mixed together and twisted into a massive storm, as if it intended to destroy everything in its path, charged toward Nord.
His small fra seed insignificant in the face of this overwhelming torrent of magic, like a tiny blade of grass that could be torn apart at any mont.
However, in the face of such a colossal attack, Nord simply spread his arms and chanted, "[Declaration of the God King: My word is the truth; no attack can befall ]."
The massive barrage of attacks seed to hear Nord's voice.
As they neared him, they suddenly shattered and reverted to their original magical form, rging into Nord's body.
"What!!" Everyone, witnessing this scene beyond reason and impossible to comprehend, stood frozen. For a mont, no one continued to launch an attack.
But while everyone else was stunned, Nord was not.
He continued chanting, "[Declaration of the God King: My word is the law; anyone who stands against has committed an unforgivable cri and will lose all their power]."
As his words finished, every mber of the Rutherford family felt as though their magic was being sealed within them, unable to be stirred or manipulated.
It was as though the magic within them no longer belonged to them.
"What!"
"I can't control my magic!!"
Nord extended his hand, and the golden divine power from his body stretched out, transforming into a sharp blade.
With a horizontal swing, all the enemies in front of him were cleaved in two, blood splattering everywhere.
"Monster! Everyone, run!"
Seeing how easily Nord had slaughtered dozens of people, the family mbers farther away were terrified to the core.
They turned and fled, their minds consud with one thought: this monster could not be fought by re humans.
More people would die if they continued to fight.
The only way was to run, run as far as possible, away from this monster.
Nord coldly watched the fleeing family mbers but did not pursue them.
Instead, he walked toward the heart of the family, the place where the clan leader and elders resided.
Along the way, there were occasionally so family mbers who, unaware of their own limits, tried to form teams to stop Nord.
However, each ti they approached, they were imdiately killed.
The difference in strength was on an entirely different level, even in completely different dinsions.
More and more family mbers, upon seeing Nord, would imdiately turn and flee for their lives.
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At the sa ti, in the family elder's hall, a group of people sat around a round table, their expressions solemn.
A heavy atmosphere spread throughout the table.
Most of the group were elderly with white hair, but there were also younger mbers present, such as Hughes and Nord's father, Claude.
"What should we do? Our weapon, Nord Rutherford, has gone berserk." An elderly man broke the silence, and then, like a spark, the others began to discuss among themselves.
"I've said it before, weapons aren't easy to control. We should have locked them up," one said.
"Hmph, locking them up would only make it easier for them to rebel," another retorted.
"That's just your guess. In fact, it's been proven how foolish it was to release them."
"This was the decision of the entire Elder's Council at the ti. Are you trying to shift all the bla onto ?"
Hughes and Claude quietly observed the elders' dispute.
A hint of disdain flashed in their eyes.
(Even at a ti like this, they're still arguing over whose fault it is? These old fools are really out of touch.)
After a long pause, an elderly man with long white hair and an even longer beard, sitting at the highest seat, coughed lightly.
His voice was soft, but it spread across the entire table.
Instantly, everyone fell silent and turned to look at him.
"Now, let's first focus on capturing Nord Rutherford. Hughes, report on Nord's current abilities."
"Yes, Elder." Hughes stood up and said, "Nord Rutherford's divine power is currently around 68%. If converted into combat strength, not only humans, but even among the dragons, there is no one who can match him. Therefore, even using a strategy of overwhelming numbers would not stop him. That is all for the report."
After hearing Hughes's report, the Elder nodded. "It seems that simply resolving this won't be possible. Then, we'll have to use the Sword of Judgnt."
Upon hearing the Elder's words, the round table erupted in discussion, with everyone talking at once.
The Elder, however, did not get angry.
Instead, he closed his eyes and calmly waited for the discussions to settle.
After a long while, the noise died down, and the Elder opened his eyes, looking at everyone. "Has the discussion concluded?"
Claude stood up and addressed the Elder, saying, "It's finished, Elder. All the Elders have agreed to use the Sword of Judgnt to capture Nord Rutherford."
The Elder nodded. "Then, everyone, let's activate the Sword of Judgnt together."
"Yes!"
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