"Who are you?" Ao asked in a grave voice.
The Goddess of Death Hela who had appeared before him was not the terrifying woman from Ao's memories.
Nor was she an expert from the Chris Civilization or the Faceless One Civilization.
Judging by the ripples of a divine domain of death constantly spreading from Hela's side, she was clearly also a main god who had embarked upon the faith-based path to godhood.
Yet Ao had never seen such a Level-7 Peak being.
Hela had no interest in answering Ao's question.
Although the appearance of a Level-8 Dominator had exceeded the expectations of the Wizard Civilization's invading army commanders.
If it was merely this one fellow, it was not enough to make the Wizard Civilization alter its stance toward the war.
The blade in her hand effortlessly tore through the surrounding space.
Facing the threat of Ao, the God Above Gods, Hela decided to strike first!
In the memories of her two younger brothers, Thor and Loki, their elder sister had indeed been the sort who preferred action over words.
Having spent their bleak youth beneath their elder sister's authority and oppression, the two could not help wondering time and again whether their elder sister would ever be able to get married.
Hela's appearance finally eased Ao's tightly wound nerves somewhat.
But before he could get serious, she suddenly attacked, catching Ao off guard for a moment.
A lower-level main god actually dared to attack a higher-level main god?
In Ao's worldview and values, the strong defeating the weak was the proper way.
When facing an opponent stronger than himself, temporary retreat was the best choice.
Otherwise, he would end up like before—beaten into a dead dog by that Black Robe Woman, with even his natal secret treasure shattered.
Ever since