Whether it was the Creation God, Clark, Robet, or Nemesis, none of them would let Jehovah off—the bastard who had relied on the chaotic situation to provoke every side!
And now, Jehovah, who called himself God, was about to face his judgment!
"Is there really no room for negotiation?" Feeling the thick killing intent coming from Robet, Jehovah narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him as he asked.
To be honest, the current Jehovah could no longer see through Robet's strength, nor did he know what state Robet was in right now.
But Jehovah knew that Robet, who had already been able to kill Cyttorak and destroy the Crimson Cosmos before, could not possibly have made no progress after lying low for a period of time.
In other words, even the previous Robet had the ability to threaten Jehovah, let alone the current Robet.
So if possible, Jehovah still did not want to make an enemy of Robet.
Even though Jehovah also knew that his various actions were indeed disgusting, he did not feel there was any irreconcilable conflict between him and Robet.
This, too, counted as Jehovah's pride.
Just like before in the Lucifer Universe, after Jehovah had made a high-profile rescue, he had once thought he could persuade Robet to cooperate with him.
And just like when Jehovah had clashed with Clark before, Jehovah had thought his silver tongue could directly recruit Clark as his subordinate.
"Heh." Faced with Jehovah like this, Robet could not be bothered to waste words with him. A Ki Blast condensed in Robet's hand and blasted toward Jehovah.
It was clearly the most ordinary Ki Blast, yet Jehovah sensed from it an incomparably pure rule that rejected external forces, as if this Ki Blast was even more terrifying than the previous Destruction