Did they really think World Serpent's outer members were all fanatics like Gray Serpent?
Perhaps some were, but there was no shortage of people who cooperated with World Serpent solely for greater profit.
If the Serpent truly intended to put that theory into practice, then the first thing it should do was cut off the fattest meat from its own body and make snake soup out of it.
"Jackal, it seems you lack the proper understanding of certain matters—"
Upon hearing Jackal's words, the red light in Gray Serpent's electronic eye flickered slightly. There was no displeasure in his tone; instead, it carried the lecturing air of a schoolteacher.
Yet upon hearing Gray Serpent's seemingly gentle words, Raven's body involuntarily shuddered, and she instinctively leaned away from him—
Though every Gray Serpent in the Gray Serpent network was Gray Serpent, there were differences between one Gray Serpent and another.
Other than the extremely rare, relatively mild Gray Serpents, when the rest spoke in that tone, it did not mean they were prepared to reason with you. It only meant they were prepared to enforce their will through violence and force the bull to drink.
Raven, who had once been harshly taught a lesson as a child, knew this very well.
"It is not that I, or anyone else, wishes to place him in some lofty position. His power has already brought him to that height.
Anyone who tries to stop him is merely a mantis trying to halt a chariot, courting death.
Moreover, as one chosen by that person, he was already a new god. He is merely returning to the position that should have been his."
Gray Serpent looked at Jackal, this not particularly clever but still potentially valuable person, and slowly said:
"Besides, the meaning of the Serpent's