The Heavenly Bird People watched the Fifth Legion Commander swagger away, wishing he could swallow that Fifth Legion Commander whole right then and there.
If the big shot hadn't deliberately asked about it this time, honestly, the bird-man had thought that such a simple little matter had already been settled by the Fifth Legion.
But what had happened?
Good grief, was this guy trying to get him killed?
Odin definitely couldn't destroy Heaven. Once Heaven was gone, the gears of Ragnarok would probably start turning right before his eyes. But although Odin might not destroy Heaven, he could destroy him.
He had been working tirelessly outside, dutifully serving their biggest patron. And what was happening at home? If he hadn't looked, he wouldn't have known—but now that he had, it had scared the hell out of him. Every legion commander wanted him dead?
Damn it.
Wasn't this just bullying him because he had lost his banner and had no way to rebuild the Thirteenth Legion?
Once this was over, there would be no need for Heaven's current situation of every king ruling independently to continue. Over the years, the bird-man had saved up plenty of gold coins. As long as he obtained the Third Legion's banner, he could quickly fill its ranks. Then, with sufficient rewards, if the other legions refused to obey him, he could simply declare GG.
The bird-man imagined the beautiful scene of truly unifying Heaven in the near future. He took a deep breath, then thought it over and directly stationed himself in Heaven, beginning to urge the Fifth Legion Commander to act quickly.
If he didn't watch things from here, the Fifth Legion Commander who wanted him dead might continue dragging things out.
The Fifth Legion Commander returned to his legion. Listening to the bird-man's