"Hi, Boss Smile? What can I do for you? Don't worry, the tasks you assigned have all been taken care of. Those two idiots from the Silent Alliance have already lost their lives. As it happens, I'm using that ogre's head to offer a sacrifice to the great Goddess of Night right now... Mm, if you need it, I can also take the opportunity to express my devout gratitude to you, esteemed God of Slaughter."
When speaking with a god of moderate divine power through a Divine Spell Card, Samoan naturally could not act as arrogantly and violently as he did toward his underlings of weak divine power. Although the maiden goddess's communication had indeed interrupted his sincere prayer, the evil priest, whose sanity was still barely acceptable, expressed his respect for his superior in the most "respectful" tone possible.
Of course, judging from the actual situation, the "respect" he deliberately displayed sounded more like a street punk currying favor with a gang boss. There was probably not much real reverence in it; the pride and excitement he could not conceal were far more genuine.
However, compared with Samoan's confident words, the urgent communication from the God of Slaughter did not sound nearly so leisurely.
"Where are you? Samoan, have you and Noado left the Listener Plane yet?"
"Uh, no? What's wrong? Speaking of which, those old bastards in the Pantheon never make anything properly. Look at the Silent Alliance's magic crystal cards—they have both communication and positioning functions. Then look at the piece of junk in our hands. It can barely even transmit a message without cutting in and out..."
Because the Divine Spell Card's functions were far less complete and clear than those of a magic crystal card, the Morningstar Priest, who was still chattering away and randomly