“Leviathan.”

A gust of wind suddenly blew. The monster’s eyes slowly opened, revealing city-sized pupils as the dragon laid its eyes on the world. The pressure exuding from those eyes was so forceful that it terrified the Masters and anyone watching the scene through their television.

A heavy sense of intimidation descended upon everyone as if they were facing an immovable mountain. Moreover, there was an intense hatred that seemed to burn within one’s soul.

Everyone who saw those eyes sensed a singular meaning in their mind.

/I…

… despise you all./

The ordinary people taking pictures of Tan’s monstrous body couldn’t help but collapse and relieve themselves. Some even grasped their chest and rolled on the floor before their movements stopped for good.

“His true nature is finally emerging… I can hear the sound of the image he’s built up over the past several millennia going poof and disappearing into thin air. Well, should I at least be glad he’s not Satan?”

Quiet Heaven shook his head when he heard Ellie click her tongue and comment.

“Since this isn’t the end times, he couldn’t do that even if he wanted to. However, it does seem like he’s been pushed into a corner. For an old dragon like Tan to not be able to control his emotions….”

Compared to the relatively calm Quiet Heaven and Ellie, Wukong was restless.

“Hey, shouldn’t we retreat? No, before that, why is there no news from the Elohim? Are things progressing so quickly that the Noblesse aren’t able to check the situation? Have the gods’ brains rotted after being held up on a pedestal for so long?”

“Oh, our great and esteemed Son Wukong… You always spoke so highly of the Celesti, but where are they now?”

“When did I ever praise the Celesti? The only being I respect is the...