Vatican.
A small European country. In terms of military strength, it probably could not even match some small African countries.
But if one judged by influence, even all of Africa combined, slapping their thighs in frustration, probably could not catch up to this Vatican, whose area was less than 0.44 square kilometers.
After bidding farewell to the Sorcerer Supreme, Lake arrived at the Vatican almost at the exact moment the plane landed at the newly built airport on Midgard Island.
"Boom!"
With blue hair and emerald eyes, Kanon, the King of Midgard clad in the Gemini Gold Cloth, directly blew open the spatial passage connecting Heaven and the Vatican. With a whoosh, he reappeared.
He landed!
"Who are you?"
"Who are you?"
"Who?"
The moment Lake appeared, five birdmen who were clearly of a relatively high rank shot out from the grand hall he had visited once before.
One of them had an extraordinary bearing and clearly seemed to be the leader. Flapping his wings, he stared at the masked Lake in the Gold Cloth and said in a deep voice, "Who are you?"
Lake was expressionless. "People from Heaven?"
The leading birdman froze slightly.
The next second.
"Thanks!"
"..."
Before the leading birdman could react, amid the screams of the others as they came to their senses, a sky full of fist shadows directly blasted the birdman apart on the spot.
"Not good!"
"Run!"
"Hurry and inform the God-King!"
"..."
Lake watched the four birdmen flee in the opposite direction into the grand hall, the corners of his mouth curving upward slightly.
Run?
If even one of you gets away today, I'll kneel before Odin and call him Dad.
"Whoosh!"
"What... Pfft!"
"Boom!"
"Ah!"
Lake's figure shifted instantly. When he reappeared, one of the birdmen had smashed through the