Lu PingAn's first "child" was "Flame."
"Ah, I don't want to move. Let the sisters go."
The first will of Lu Mouren, this New God, was immediately discounted.
Little Flame, the woman who had already grown into a dazzling, long-haired beauty, yawned and turned back into smoke, vanishing without a trace.
Fortunately, her kin did not disperse. They merely turned to look at the "Second Daughter."
Zhi Xi, who resembled a Valkyrie, hesitated for a moment. With a slight sway, the armor over her body vanished without a trace, and she transformed into a beautiful woman in glasses and a business suit.
This human form looked a little like an office drone, a little like Catherine, but her temperament was far gentler.
"Then I'll go. Elder Sister is indeed a bit too intense."
After becoming subordinate gods, they had gained not only independence, but also more complete values and broader perspectives.
As the Child of War, Little Flame had inherited much of her father god's power over war and flame. But once either of those things was set in motion, it was difficult to stop.
Yet Little Flame, as the God of War, had judged that now was not the time to launch a full-scale war. She did not want to ignite herself at a time when she could not stop.
The former single-celled creature had absorbed vast amounts of relevant knowledge after sharing the war divine office, and she had made her own judgment. Perhaps it was willful, but both the logic and instinct of war had given her the same answer.
It was still too early to activate the Burning Legion.
Lu PingAn nodded without asking further questions. This was his pantheon. He was both God King and parent; as long as nothing went wrong, he did not