"Forget it. I should deal with the problem at hand first. The Demon King's army is no longer a threat. If I want to seize Gard, I can have Exar's army and the demon race's army attack from both sides."
With a teleportation spell, Mel vanished from the World's Tongue and returned to Exar.
At the same time, on a snowy mountain, a winged man shattered the thick ice and snow and awoke from his long slumber. The instant he sensed Mel's aura, his expression turned grave. "Deity Lord really found me a troublesome enemy. The Demon King?"
Just locking onto him from afar for an instant was enough to sense the threat he posed.
The force field that prohibited flight moved in sync with the winged man, as though no creature could exist at the same height as him.
He was the God of Sky's apostle, one of the Ten Apostles—the Son of Wind.
The situation was dire. The Goddess of the Sea's apostle had already been captured, and the Goddess of the Sea's stance remained unclear.
The God of Earth and Nature's apostle, the Son of Life, had not displayed any obvious hostility either.
That left only the God of Sky and the God of Wisdom, who still advocated an all-out attack. The sky had always been arrogant, but this time, he had no choice but to trust wisdom.
Mel entered the manor. This time, he did not see Archmage Guwister. Apparently, it was not yet time for afternoon tea.
Just as he was about to grab something to eat and get some proper rest, Future Vision activated again. The space before his eyes twisted and warped violently.
"This is... Exar?" Mel walked forward step by step, and the sight before him sent chills down his spine.
Corpses