Right now!
Benjamin's eyes sharpened, and he slightly raised his right hand, drawing the attention of the entire army.
Swish! Benjamin's right hand lashed forward!
"Fire!"
He uttered one cold word.
"Rat-a-tat-tat--!"
"Boom! Boom-boom--!"
In an instant, the roar of cannons echoed through the sky, growing ever stronger, the sound seemingly tearing the air apart, making the priests feel suffocated.
"God!"
They cried out as they charged towards the warriors, swept away by machine gun fire.
"Fighting for God, I will be reborn in the divine kingdom!"
The chief priest, coughing up blood, lay on the ground uttering his last words.
A powerful shockwave spread outwards, tearing open the Ganges River and revealing its bed.
A shrill, nauseating shriek rose from Hastar's lair, only to be instantly swallowed by the scorching flames.
A series of planes roared overhead, spraying bombs onto the ground.
Accompanied by blinding flashes, the continuous barrage of bombs and incendiary bombs ravaged the earth.
Lighthouse Mark continuously transmitted a series of messages to Benjamin:
[Completed Story Mission Two: Kill the Son of God, gained 3000 survival points, exploration progress and story score increased]
[Completed all story missions, can choose to return early]
[Additional killing of the Son of God, gained 3000 survival points]
...
[Additional killing of the Son of God, gained 3000 survival points]
A series of prompt tones were transmitted to Benjamin.
Roar! A charred figure, twenty meters tall and engulfed in flames, rose from the Ganges River, roaring as it charged towards the army.
This was Hastar, severed from its lair and stripped of its regenerative abilities, but whose power had been unleashed. It truly lived up to its title as the First Son of God.
But with the densely packed army along the riverbanks, it didn't even know which direction to attack first.
A wave of aerial bombardment struck again, blasting it into the mud pit.
Benjamin, sensing the notification from Lighthouse Mark, was relieved.
These Sons of God indeed lacked the ability to resurrect and could be killed.
He stood quietly on the roof of the vehicle, enjoying the fireworks display.
Hastar, listen to this gospel of steel!
The shells bombarded relentlessly for a full half hour before Benjamin's Lighthouse Mark finally transmitted another message.
[Additional kill of a Son of God, gain 3000 survival points]
Benjamin understood that Hastar was completely dead and issued the order to cease fire.
The artillery fire stopped, but the thick smoke from the battlefield lingered, seemingly unwilling to dissipate.
Benjamin arrived at the banks of the Ganges. The entire riverbed was a mess, the ground covered in black, muddy water.
He dipped his hand into the dirty water, activating his absorption ability.
Streams of cool energy flowed into his body from the ground, and the black water on the ground actually cleared slightly.
Benjamin quickly absorbed the remaining black water mixed with the blood of the Son of God, feeling as refreshed as if he had stepped into an air-conditioned room on a hot summer day and eaten ten ice creams.
His mind was strengthened, and he could even observe his surroundings with his eyes closed.
He also felt he had gained some control over his emotions, able to control his joys and sorrows.
He clenched his fist, and his physical abilities had improved by more than half.
The most obvious change was that his skin felt incredibly resilient.
Even if a bullet hit him, it would probably only graze the surface, unlike before when a single bullet would leave a deep hole.
Benjamin took out the Goddess's Coin Pouch and used his newly enhanced senses to probe inside.
This time, he easily broke through the water ripples beneath the gold coin space and entered the pouch's deeper space.
This space was completely dark, seemingly absorbing some kind of energy from the outside air.
He had guessed wrong; the gold coins were not derived from the inner space, but from that layer of water waves.
But that wasn't the point.
The point was that this deeper space was enormous, incredibly vast, approximately 1,000,000 cubic meters, meaning it was 100 meters long, wide, and high.
A strong adult has about 5 liters of blood.
One cubic meter can hold 1,000,000 liters, meaning it would take 200 million strong middle-aged men to fill this 1 million cubic meter space.
The moment Benjamin's consciousness entered, he felt the pouch recognize him as its master.
Unless he died, only he could open the deeper space.
However, at the same time, the information from the money pouch made Benjamin somewhat disappointed.
Although this space was large, the opening was only about one meter wide, so it couldn't hold too big things.
Otherwise, he really wanted to put a black box remote control in it.
However, Benjamin was already quite satisfied.
He decided to rename the Goddess's Money Pouch to the Life Box.
If he filled the Life Box with blood, wouldn't he be able to imitate the River Styx from his past life's mythology and shout:
As long as the Life Box doesn't dry up, Benjamin will not die!
Benjamin looked up at the surrounding chaos. A piece of dried bone was dissipating. Feeling the Goddess's Money Pouch, or Life Box, in his hand, he couldn't help but feel a surge of pride:
'The Goddess's wealth, even the life of the God of Greed, is mine.'
'I am Greed!'
The only pity was that there were too few divine children; only eleven.
With two armored divisions at their disposal, 160 million divine children couldn't even form a single company, showing how inflated the figure of 160 million was.
Benjamin turned around and ordered a retreat. With such an intense battle situation and Hastar also dead.
Even if the other divine children woke up, they probably wouldn't dare to come over again. Waiting any longer would be a waste of time.
"You sinner, devil!"
"You will fall into hell, tormented by its fires forever!"
"God will not forgive you...!"
A priest, wounded in the abdomen and clinging to life, glared at Benjamin with venomous eyes, gritting his teeth.
"Hellfire?"
"Your imagination is too limited!"
Benjamin glanced at the priest indifferently.
"Look back."
"Your god is already covered in blood!"
The wounded priest froze upon hearing this.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and crawled laboriously towards the direction where his god had dead. Reaching a dark, puddle, he kissed the earth and closed his eyes.
"God—!"
With a final, mournful cry, he hoped to coexist with his god.
Of course, not all of these priests were so devout.
Approximately half of them charged back at the army when they discovered the army's blasphemy. In times of war, no one would feel compassion.
The other half of the priests who fled, except for a few who were grazed by stray bullets, all survived unharmed.
To invite them to preside over the sacrifice, Benjamin gave each of them 10 gold coins, which was enough to live a well-fed and well-clothed life for three years in the area of Puna.
Benjamin looked at the Ganges, which had returned to calm, and felt a little regretful about the blood that had been washed away by the current.
His absorption range was limited; he had to make contact with it.
In order to attract the sleeping Son of God and let the water flow carry the scent of the nest to spread out, he didn't dare to block the river.
After some thought, Benjamin decided to travel by boat to the lower reaches of the Ganges River, trying to see if he could block the water flow and absorb as much as he could.
He disliked wasting food and always finished every grain of rice in his bowl.
Since he had a backup plan of teleporting away at any time, encountering the awakened Son of God was of no consequence.
At this moment, a white straight-wing aircraft unexpectedly descended from mid-air onto the surface of the Ganges River and began sliding along the water towards the military.
This was an S.5A seaplane from the United Kingdom.
Benjamin felt a nauseating, scorching heat emanating from the aircraft.
Just an hour earlier, Benjamin had contacted Viceroy Darren to mobilize the Royal Air Force.
At the same time, Darren submitted an application to the National Assembly, explaining the urgency of the situation and the unavoidable circumstances.
As long as he submitted it in time, with him and Commander-in-Chief Camille working together, the situation wouldn't be too serious.
Just as the National Assembly received the application and was about to approve it, the Pope of the British Protestant Church contacted the Assembly.
The Pope say that he had noticed something amiss with the Commander-in-Chief of the Expeditionary Force, suggesting he might be tainted by evil influences, and that an investigation was needed.
The Assembly was alarmed and hastily rejected the application, but it was already too late.
They could only quickly dispatch a special plane, carrying Cardinal Aslan Webster and the Holy See's divine favor, the 'Angel Feather,' to Puna, intending to purify Camille.