Chapter Eighteen: The Forest God Is Dead, Burn Paper Offerings If You Need Anything (cont.)

"That really does sound quite nice." Having finished weaving multiple Spirit Destruction Sorceries, Kainas continued stalling for time as he gathered power.

"Could you perhaps tell me a little about your plan? I suddenly find myself curious."

"If Lord Kainas sincerely wishes to consider an alliance, then of course I do not mind telling you about my plan."

The young man who had extended his hand and used the power of the Herrscher of Void to teleport the Goblin Race's warships far away smiled. Yet the aura of the Steel God around him grew increasingly dense. The land beneath him dried up, the trees gradually lost their vitality, and even the air became scorching hot.

"But do you, who have been secretly weaving sorceries and gathering strength all this time, truly wish to speak with me peacefully?"

The young man, who had somehow produced a magnificent and unimaginable spear in his hand, narrowed his eyes. Then, thousands upon thousands of spheres of light appeared around him, like vicious beasts about to hatch from their eggs.

"Would you please put down your weapon and have a proper conversation with me?"

His aura continued to climb. The young man, more terrifying than the spear in his hand or the golden spheres surrounding him, stared at the creator of the Forest Spirit Race.

The Forest God began trembling involuntarily beneath that young man's gaze. An immense terror arose from the depths of his heart. He was a god himself, yet he had been frightened by another incomplete god, like a cobra caught in a mongoose's sights.

This was clearly not because Kainas feared battle. A god who had survived the great war between the Divine Spirit Race and the Dragon Species, survived the Divine Spirit Race's civil war, and dared to contend for