Enchanted Artifacts / Chaos Erupts

Over the vast Pacific Ocean, Namor suddenly came to his senses and regained control of his body.

"My god?"

A moment later, a voice rang out within Namor's mind.

"Namor, our actions have caught the attention of those brats from Asgard. Keep a low profile for the time being."

"Yes." Namor obeyed without question.

"First, we must gather more Sky Hammer Venerables. Your efficiency alone is far too low."

Relying on Namor alone to spread fear was far too inefficient. Even with the Talokan people working alongside him, it still was not enough.

In Wakanda, the Serpent's ultimate gains had not been as high as he had imagined.

The reason was that the Wakandans' faith in the Black Panther god ran too deep. Even if they were temporarily intimidated by his power, given enough time, they would still instinctively seek spiritual comfort from the Black Panther god.

It was entirely instinctive and had nothing to do with their own wishes.

Yet laughably, the Serpent had been waiting for Bast to make an appearance, but that cat-headed goddess had not dared show herself before him at all.

She knew perfectly well that the moment she appeared, the Serpent would swallow her whole and turn her into nourishment to strengthen himself.

This had dashed the Serpent's expectations, but it also gave him a new idea.

Developing human believers and waiting for humanity to provide fear either meant slowly expanding and gradually infiltrating, or doing something drastic, such as directly killing large numbers of humans.

If humans watched their own kind suffer, they would naturally produce a considerable amount of the power of Fear.

But the former was too slow, while the latter was highly likely to alert those two brats from earlier and ruin everything in the end.

Then he might as