The realm of sainthood.

The core area in the divine realm.

The gods sat around the table in a lifeless manner.

This is just a microcosm.

Even if they try their best to prevent the spread of information.

But paper cannot keep the fire.

The entire gods knew that more than one million powerful people who went to war were all dead!

And it died in the hands of a person.

That is the butcher of fortune!

When it comes to the word "creation".

Any creature of the gods was frightened to death, and many timids were even scared to death!

If the newborns of the gods are disobedient, their parents will say that good fortune is coming.

Then... he stopped crying obediently, and hugged in his parents' arms and did not dare to make a sound.
Chapter completed!