My Passive Skills are Invincible!

Ragnaros thought about it carefully. He was not thinking about how to protect Arthas, but how to maximize his own interests.

In fact, for Ragnaros, it was better to make things difficult for Arthas.

Why did the humans in the lower realm believe in Arthas as the God of Death?

Because in the eyes of mortals, the God of Death should be fair.

Whether you are strong or weak.

Whether you are rich or poor.

Whether you are long-lived or short-lived.

As long as it is time for you to die, the God of Death will not hesitate to harvest your soul.

It does not matter who you are!

However, as of right now, the God of Death himself had broken this rule.

He personally destroyed his image of fairness and justness.

So, what would happen to those who believed in the God of Death?

Of course, they would give up their faith in Arthas. This was because he had disappointed all his believers.

Such a God of Death was not worthy of the people in the lower realm to continue to believe in. Once these people lose their faith in the God of Death, who should these people turn to believe in?

Of course, it would be the God who defeated Arthas.

This was the ultimate personal benefit in Ragnaros’s perspective!

After obtaining the power of faith, Ragnaros could even quickly recover back to his peak strength!

Of course, there might be a small number of death fanatics who would continue to believe in death.

They might even become even crazier because death performed a miracle with a large number of resurrections. However, it would only be a small number of people, and it should not matter.

For Ragnaros, as long as the biggest piece of the cake could be put into his mouth, it would be enough. As for why Bader was willing to let him do such a thing, Ragnaros was unclear.

Maybe it was to win Ragnaros over, or maybe it was to intimidate Ares, the God of war.

Or maybe it was for some other personal reason.

Either way, Ragnaros did not believe that Bader was just trying to protect the rules between the Gods.

After considering the benefits, Ragnaros was much more clear-headed. What he needed to consider now was how to make the Death God Arthas eternal.

He sat comfortably on the ground and leaned against a big rock. It was as though he was counting his chickens before they hatched.

He raised his right hand and waved it casually. Immediately after, the scene on the ground entered Ragnaros’s eyes. At this moment, Ragnaros’s pupils contracted.

Why? Because he saw an annoying fellow.

Timus!

This human who had snatched his spirit-gathering fire bead was actually fighting against Arthas!

Ragnaros’s eyes narrowed slightly. He carefully sized up the scene on the battlefield.

Soon, he saw the scene of Timus’s attack that passed through Arthas.

This made him hesitate even more. Ragnaros did not want Timus to live, but he also did not want Arthas to live. However, he was not willing to do it himself, because he could not understand why Arthas’s attack could hit Timus, but Timus’s attack could not hurt Arthas.

That annoying human had become a Demigod because of the spirit-gathering fire bead, but now he was acting no different from an ordinary human!

The unknown would not only make humans feel fear, but it could also make Gods feel fear.

Moreover, a God’s fear of the unknown was even stronger than any humankind.

This was because they were supposed to be omniscient and omnipotent. The stronger a person was, the higher the intensity of fear.

The smarter a person was, the more confused they would be when they saw something they could not understand.

This was an inevitable truth in life.

Ragnaros did not dare to attack, but he also did not want to give up this huge benefit.

So, he had to make a decision now.

Should he help Timus kill Arthas?

The decision process was short-lived.

When Timus opened the small box, Ragnaros had already made up his mind.

Timus was just a Demigod.

He had been reincarnated countless times in the past 3,000 years. Although Ragnaros had never succeeded in severely injuring Timus to the point that he could not be reincarnated into a Demigod’s body again, but Timus had also never succeeded in obtaining his divine sense and becoming a true God.

For Ragnaros, there were still many other opportunities to eliminate Timus.

However, there was only one chance to snatch away the power of faith from Arthas.

…

In the lower realm, the moment Arthas rushed towards Timus, the bead in the small box suddenly lit up. The fiery red light shone on everyone’s faces, this caused their faces to turn red from the heat.

No one knew what had happened, but Arthas’s skull face suddenly became paler.

At this moment, he was stunned. He did not understand, he did not understand at all, he could not understand a single thing!

Why would Ragnaros give his power to this human in front of him?

Ragnaros had always looked for a chance to kill this kid, was it not?

Knowing this, Arthas did not have time to react. It was all too sudden and unreasonable.

Timus himself was just as stunned as Arthas. When he saw the bead in the box surge with the power of fire, he had already felt somewhat regretful.

He could guess that this was the power of the magma monster with horns on its head.

He knew that the magma monster would definitely not help him.

To his surprise, the bead really lit up. This also caused Timus to have no time to react.

Right as both parties were in a daze, the light of the bead suddenly became extremely bright and blinded everyone around.

The power of the flame in the bead suddenly broke through the bead’s shell, as if it had broken some kind of restriction.

The huge pillar of fire that shot up was like a volcano that erupted, and it rushed towards Arthas.

The flames immediately engulfed him. In a short while, the cold aura that was around them completely disappeared.

What replaced it was an extremely hot aura. The earth began to dry up and crack from the heat at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Cracks appeared on the ground one after another as if the water in the entire earth had been dried up. Timus profusely sweated, and so did the soldiers around him.

He could feel the moisture in his body slowly dissipate into the air.

If this continued, both he and the soldiers around him would die of dehydration.

Timus did not hesitate. He immediately released the Greatsword of Meredith in his hand and reached out to press on the lid of the small box.

Crack!

When the lid closed, the pillar of fire seemed to have been abruptly cut off.

Timus panted as he looked at the box in his hand, then at the empty space in front of him.

Arthas had disappeared. It was unknown whether he was dead or had escaped.

The only thing that could be confirmed was that this war should be a victory.

Timus pursed his lips.

It was a terrible feeling to be helped by someone he hated.

‘I have to get stronger!’ Timus thought to himself.