"God's Throne."
In the empty Storm God's Temple, a man knelt upon the ground.
It was none other than the Spring Plow Saint.
After the Saint meeting ended, he had come here. His voice was heavy, every gap between his words brimming with killing intent. "I have arranged the killing trap in the Old World... This battlefield will be in the void six hundred miles beyond the starship."
"...Mm."
The Storm God's Throne gave a faint acknowledgment.
The entire starship lay within his Divine Domain... Naturally, nothing that happened here could escape his notice.
He had naturally heard the impassioned grievances of those Saints in the Conference Room earlier.
It would not be easy for Spring Plow to draw out Red Dragon.
Within this starship,
he was the heavenly law itself. Everything that happened was under his control.
For four years, the Spring Plow Saint had not dared confront Red Dragon head-on, yet today he dared set a killing trap...
There was only one reason.
He had already received the Storm God's Throne's tacit approval.
"There is something I do not understand."
The Spring Plow Saint raised his head, trying to make out the face of the man upon the throne. Unfortunately, heavy Water Curtains hung deep within the hall, preventing him from glimpsing the God's Throne's appearance.
"Speak."
"Since you have agreed to let me act against Red Dragon... why wait until today?"
The Spring Plow Saint's voice was complicated. For the past four years, he had been trapped in a state of anxious uncertainty.
Divine favor was no longer his.
He was suppressed at every turn.
His days had been difficult.
But if God's Throne had always trusted him, why create a Red Dragon? Why treat him this way?
After waiting for a long while,
the Storm God's