Buzz. Buzz.

The sound of flapping wings was deafening as all of the purebreds that ruled the Green Field of the Deep Sea were gathered in one spot. They recalled the memories of Baron Orca’s death several times. The baron had an enormous fear toward the guy, and everyone there could clearly feel it. That was why they were flapping their wings faster than usual.

Duke Amon wasn’t there as he was locked up in a sealed territory and dealing with the counterattacks from the greedy armies of other gods. When the tribes such as the Declans and Baclans created an alliance to attack a different dimension, the Old One[1] from the invaded dimension often intervened. The power of Amon that sealed the territory also came from there. It wasn’t a problem because sacrifices were bound to happen in a war.

However, issues arose when there was no gain from the sacrifices as it had become meaningless, or when there was a treasure that must be kept like now. This was especially true when it was something that should be hidden from Doom Entegasto and the Barba Corps. The purebreds came to the conclusion that Duke Amon wouldn’t be able to stop the...