Belovan’s expression turned ugly. The lowest god in front was glaring at him while holding onto his sword with one hand. He could not help but gulp dryly at the thick killing intent that he was emitting, despite his wide and round eyes underneath his black hair.

‘They’re the same…’

The man in front of him was a human, or to be more precise a human that recently became a god. Brod raised his shaking arms and fussed over the man, worrying about his bleeding hands being cut.

‘How dare a mere Continental God that stands at the lowest…!’

That ‘mere’ Continental God kept his sword at bay. If Belovan had to be honest, this was something that was already shocking. In fact, he did not expect a man with the status of god and king to personally come here just for one mere vassal.

However, even if that was the case, they were still in for trouble.

“Just you?” Belovan snickered.

First, Absolute Gods were strong existences that others could not easily deal with. Besides, there were several gods and around 250,000 soldiers of the Divine Army in this place. Whatever choice he made, whether he ran away with Brod or killed everyone here, the Battle...