The False Sky

Gods were hardly free of selfishness.

In a sense, they were more selfish than anyone.

The God of the Sky, the Hunting Goddess, and the God of War all belonged to the Church Pantheon, with the God of Light at their head.

But when trouble came, they would sooner rely on themselves than on their allies.

Take this moment: Qin Chuan had called out to the God of the Sky. Anyone could tell nothing good would follow.

Rather than face the danger together, the Hunting Goddess and the God of War hoped the God of the Sky would hurry up and die. Then one of them could take his place as second-in-command of the Church Pantheon.

Neither had set their sights on the top position. Not yet.

The God of the Sky understood that perfectly well, so he had no intention of answering.

Losing face was better than losing his life.

His silence made Dies Martin laugh with delight. "Nadellio, didn't you call yourself the Overlord of the sky, second only to the God of Light? Why so quiet now?"

The Beast Gods, who had been about to leave, quietly stopped.

If they could witness the God of the Sky fall, so much the better.

After losing the Tiger God, they had struggled even more against the Church Gods. Killing the God of the Sky would go a long way toward evening the odds.

A lion-headed Beast God spoke from the Void: "Mortal, kill the God of the Sky and we'll consider our score with the Tiger God settled. What do you say?"

"Well said. If the God of the Sky dies in his place, I'm sure the Tiger God wouldn't object."

"Mortal, I give you my word: kill the God of the Sky, and you'll be an honored guest