The gods were simply too distant. Not to mention ordinary people—even those standing at the pinnacle of the Scale Clan Civilization, how much did they truly know about gods?
Derek was not worried that taking action would cause ordinary people to lose their reverence.
The Lord was omnipotent, but the Fallen Angel could have obvious flaws.
Humans worshipped strength, and the Fallen Angel could meet their standards for power.
Faith... sometimes, its requirements could be very low.
Thus, he controlled the Divine Statue and sent it flying into space, without needing to think too much about irrelevant matters.
Even the Divine Statue was merely a disguise; it would not matter if there was none.
As long as there was a directional anchor point, he could descend at any time.
As for the enemies in space... Derek truly did not take them seriously.
"Perfect... I can test the power of divinity."
This was Derek's main reason for acting. After all, gods of the orderly side needed a reason to act; disorder was what concerned them most.
The descent of the Fallen Angel brought an enormous shock to the entire Scale Clan Civilization.
Especially to the councilors presiding over this operation—this was the worst outcome they had anticipated.
"A god... What kind of god is this?"
Interfering in mortal affairs, acting without even a shred of grandeur, and seemingly possessing nothing but greater raw power—it clearly did not fit their definition of a god.
Of course, how much of that belittlement stemmed from the panic in their hearts was unknown.
At the very least, Derek was more than capable of dealing with them now.
Upon seeing the fleet stationed beyond the planet, Derek gently spread his hand. "Fall!"
Gray suddenly blanketed the entire starfield.
This was Derek's first time using his own