The Moon Goddess saw the Goddess of Water and the God of Death. It seemed they had not accepted becoming Abel's divine servants, but had instead chosen the unbelievable Wizard Guild.
It was their own choice, and the Moon Goddess could not say much. She only hoped they would not regret it.
In fact, if Abel had told them about his strength first, the two deities would never have refused to become his divine servants.
Even during the Age of the Gods, there had never been as many God Tier combatants under one person as Abel had. There were seventeen deities alone, seven God Tier Professionals, and Abel himself—for a total of twenty-five God Tier combatants.
That did not include the deity currently condensing his divine body at War Song Plateau. If that unknown God Tier combatant were included, there would be twenty-six.
Looking at the people in the hall, the Wizard Guild, the dragons, and the Divine Spirit Alliance had only twenty-seven God Tier combatants combined.
The three deities were Abel's divine servants. Counting them, Abel's side would gain another three God Tier combatants, reaching twenty-nine. On this side, even including the God Tier Wizard stationed at headquarters and subtracting those three deities, there were only twenty-five God Tier combatants.
In other words, Abel's forces alone possessed more God Tier combatants than the entire continent combined.
Why would two deities with relatively weak combat power be dissatisfied with becoming the divine servants of such an existence?
The Goddess of Water also saw the Moon Goddess's gaze, and a trace of helplessness flashed through her eyes.
She and the God of Death had discussed delaying for a while longer, but who would have thought that the Wizard Guild would send another order?
It was an order, not an invitation. If