emmm... Although it's commonly believed that Shirek wouldn't truly harm himself, given his status as the Divine Favored,
after all, this is Shirek we're talking about—the being who went from an original deity to being branded as the Evil God.
No one can be sure what kind of crazy thing this guy might do.
The massive figure of Shirek, resembling a mountain, looked down at Kael. Were an ordinary person to stand before him, they would probably be afflicted with a fear of massive objects.
He chuckled and said, "Do you know why the 'Heavenly Ladder Plan' failed so quickly?"
Kael hesitated for a mont, then finally provided an answer he believed in his heart:
"Insufficient preparation, too little ti, no other references to draw from, and even internal issues within the goblin empire itself...
The path they took with Magic Technology, which revered chanisms and truth, but in the midst of this, the focus was all on chanism research, to a certain degree neglecting the utilization of magic."
Kael had grounds for saying this.
In his previous life, there were not many things on the entire Divine Land continent that could harm the gods.
And among them, one for one, the most prominent was the creation from the period when the Mage profession officially reigned supre over all others—
Floating City!
The existence of the Floating City completely altered the peril most species faced in the presence of the gods' Saint Bodies.
One could even say that from the day the Floating City was established, Mages beca the only profession in the world that, with external help, could contend with the descent of a god's Saint Body.
But Shirek looked at him, his mouth curving into a sinister smile.
"What are you looking at?" Kael asked subconsciously.
"Looking at ants," Shirek replied with a voice akin to that of a child.
Kael was stunned for an instant, feeling a chill run through his scalp.
He had heard this voice before...
Shirek continued: "Ants? What's there to see in these creatures?"
This ti his voice was an exact match for Kael's.
Then, a bizarre conversation unfolded on the scene.
A little boy's voice arose: "There's a bit of interest. These ants can talk. Look, they've surrounded themselves with pretty Small Crystal Stones on the ground and are chanting your na.
In such a situation, wouldn't you be curious?"
Kael's voice: "Certainly, it's too interesting! A bunch of ants that can talk and even call my na!"
Little boy's voice: "Would you be willing to do sothing within your power for these interesting ants?"
Kael's voice: "That would depend on what they're saying."
Suddenly, the background of the goblin empire's laboratory crumbled thunderously, and scenes of worshippers kneeling and praying were unveiled.
The scene finally froze in a corner unknown to Kael, with Bishop Allen, who had been absent for a long ti since the Shire Scripture Draft was lost, now surrounded by a group of opulently dressed Nobles and mbers of the Chamber of Comrce.
Bishop Allen shouted: "Ah, great and pure Luminary! Your faithful followers transmit your revered na; we offer our most precious treasures, begging for your rcy, please help us!"
Seeing this, Kael fell silent,
These words, in the Orean Independent Kingdom, a boy holding an Alchemy Ant had once spoken to him through a glass panel.
"Looks quite amusing, doesn't it?"
Shirek asked with a giggly laugh.
At this point, Kael roughly understood what Shirek was trying to say.
Just then, as if sensing the gaze of the deity shifting away, Bishop Allen panicked and said:
"Ah, my respected God, please don't leave, your sincere worshippers all long to bask in your gaze, please help us."
Shirek snickered, mimicking Kael's voice in reply:
"Speak, what do you desire?"
Suddenly, a young mber of the Chamber of Comrce burst forward, loudly exclaiming, "Great Luminary, please help kill that cruel and wicked Lord! His existence is affecting the operation of my Chamber of Comrce!"
"Granted," Shirek said, and with a flick of his finger, reduced the corpulent Lord, who was about to make a wish, into a smashed patty of flesh.
For a mont, all the Nobles and other mbers of the Chamber of Comrce surrounding him burst into hearty laughter, evidently they had all been harshly oppressed by that Lord.
Soon, a Noble who appeared to be of modest ans stood up, pleading with a fervent look: "Great Luminary! Please grant endless wealth!"
"Granted,"
Shirek agreed once again without hesitation.
He snapped his fingers, and a pile of gold and jewels fell like snow before that Noble.
Instantly, the eyes of both the rchants and Nobles turned red with greed.
"Ha ha, we're rich, we're rich, the thod of blood sacrifice of a village was indeed correct!" the Noble laughed.
Suddenly, a knife pierced through his chest; one of the rchants behind him wore a grim smile, whispering, "What's seen must be shared!"
As the dagger withdrew, the Noble staggered and then collapsed with a boom, and the scene erupted into slaughter as everyone fought over the riches.
Perhaps spurred by Shirek's readiness to grant wishes, one of the professional warriors present, a broadsword-bearing man of notable strength, hesitated for a mont, then glanced at the wealthy rchants who were still vying for riches despite their wealth.
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