The False God Is Dead

In the first year of the Black Iron Calendar, the god died. No one knows the truth. The real gods have long since fallen or fallen into eternal sleep. The "angels" and "holy light" that now hang high in the sky and accept the worship of the world are just indescribable dependents of foreign gods from the depths of the universe. They are clothed in sacred skins, using radiance to cover up the nature of their tentacles and slime. People frantically chase the "stigma", thinking it is divine grace - but they don't know that it is a wound pierced by parasitic tentacles into the soul. People listened to the "sounds of nature" devoutly, thinking that it was gospel - but little did they know that it was the meaningless ravings of the ancient gods. This is the "Etching Era". A world of gothic despair shrouded in false sanctity. And Elias Van Hohenheim is the biggest alien in the world. The old power resides in his body, but he is clothed in the holy robe of the church. He is the chief counselor of the Heretic Tribunal, specializing in eliminating "heresies" for the church - but the monsters he kills are often more human than the "angels" worshiped by the church. He doesn't care about justice or evil. Don't care about God and the devil. He only cares about one thing - The world is so boring. When the church becomes more powerful, he helps the cultists summon stronger monsters. When the monster gets too strong, he throws a forbidden book to a mortal. He is the destroyer of balance, the delighter of chaos, and the nightmare that all false gods least want to face. But this time, he decided to take action himself.