The expression of the God of Blacksmiths was one to behold. His face was completely filled with shock.
He was frozen in place, and he could not even react to the grim realization that his divine energy had been pierced and the life of his incarnation was in danger.
If not for the fact that he was a god and his divine energy was flowing through the veins of his incarnation, his incarnation would have died.
And why wouldn't he?
There was literally a dagger sticking out of his skull.
A second later, the God of Blacksmiths realized another terrifying fact.
'My soul and Will is getting devoured?! This is not a divine weapon but a demonic weapon! It's a cursed weapon and it should not be allowed to exist!'
'No wonder the heavens wanted to destroy it!'
'At this rate, my incarnation will die and my main body will suffer terrible injuries as a result. I can't allow that!'
The shock in the God of Blacksmiths' eyes increased, but he was no longer stunned.
