The Death Mage that doesn't want a fourth time part 2

Chapter 163 - The emperor's coronation

Alda, the god of law and fate, was working to create something in order to train Heinz and his companions and in order to awaken the heroic god Bellwood, who remained in slumber after he and the evil god of sinful chains struck each other down.

"If I was able to borrow Ricklent and Zuruwarn's powers, it wouldn't have taken this long," he muttered to himself.

Alda was struggling; it was a large task that he was performing alongside maintaining the light and life attributes, and one that was certainly outside his field of expertise.

If he had the cooperation of Ricklent, the genie of time and magic who was exceptional in the use of magic, and Zuruwarn, the god of space and creation, the task would have gone much more smoothly despite them not being in their ordinary conditions, but...

There is no use in expecting anything from gods that were still in slumber, Alda thought as he directed his mind elsewhere.

"But I must finish it at all... costs?"

Suddenly, half of Alda's vision was filled with crimson. He touched his face with a hand and was shocked to feel a wet sensation.

"I've been wounded? I, in my Divine Realm...!"

His own blood was flowing from his forehead; it was the first time he had seen his own blood in about a hundred thousand years. The moment he realized this, he felt a series of dull pains.

The familiar spirits working in his Divine Realm made an uproar.

"Alda-sama?!"

"Who is it! Harming Alda-sama, the chief of the gods, is a grave, unforgivable sin!"

"Calm yourselves," said Alda.

The pain was still continuing. At this very moment, he was still being wounded by someone.

Alda quickly checked the conditions of the Artifacts that he had made himself.

"The only one that I can think of is..."

If it was beings that could inflict damage upon a god like Alda, the first thing that most people would think of was the remnants of the Demon King's army, but that didn't seem to be the case. It didn't seem to be an attack from the gods of Vida's faction, either.

Alda was a great god, the one with the most followers praying to him. The damage that he was currently receiving was nothing more than scratches. Naturally, it would have no effect on the maintenance of the world, and it would only interfere with the task that he was currently performing for a few minutes.

He couldn't imagine that the remnants of the Demon King's army or the gods of Vida's faction would make a move to inflict such a small amount of damage to him.

The most likely possibility was that Vandalieu had destroyed Artifacts that Alda had created or a familiar spirit summoned by one of his believers. But as far as Alda could tell, there were no signs of this.

"No, my currently-existing familiar spirits have grown fewer in number. Artifacts that I cannot check... my divine authority... Vida!"

Instances of Alda's power that existed in a place that Alda could never see. There were no such instances other than the stakes that he had driven into the body of Vida a hundred thousand years ago, who was supposed to be slumbering in the Boundary Mountain Range now.

Having realized this, Alda hastily commanded his familiar spirits to the two gods that were his confidants.

"Check upon Curatos and Niltark!"