That man was insane.
That was Mo Shu's first impression.
No matter how unhinged a player was, no one had ever dared speak to a god in that tone. At least, Mo Shu had never seen it happen.
He had thought that, having won his Lord of Grace's favor and having an Emissary by his side, he was a one-in-a-million favorite. But now it seemed that compared to the Fate Weaver who had pulled off Lord Herobas's hand, he was still a little lacking.
He was just a little lacking in style.
At this moment, the look Mo Shu gave Cheng Shi was complicated. It was partly the envy a poor student felt toward an excellent one, and partly the way a passerby watched a protagonist.
He knew that from the moment Lord Herobas had obediently descended into reality, he was no longer the protagonist of this play. Of the two protagonists who had become the focus of the stage, one was his immediate superior, while the other was the ultimate villain of the entire Annihilation faction.
More absurdly, this ultimate villain had actually said he would save their Lord of Grace, Annihilation...
The more Mo Shu thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. Standing behind Herobas, he could not help saying:
"My lord, don't believe him..."
Herobas said nothing.
He naturally knew how humiliating it was to manifest in response to a mortal's threat. But the question was, was the other party really just a mortal?
Cheng Shi was not stupid. It was impossible for him to truly believe he was some kind of protagonist of the world, with every villain required to bow their head to him, watch him finish showing off, and then slap themselves in the face.
When facing a player, everyone was a mortal,