"What a truly glorious mission!" Lin Qi pursed his lips. "You and they aren't the same thing?"
After a stretch of silence, Lin Qi seemed to see an elderly man with a head of white hair helplessly spreading his hands through Heaven Mountain's voice. "We are war units; they are destruction units. If we are dispatched, there may still be hope of conquest. But once Klitaskov is deployed—in other words, the Hall of Heroes' system—there will be nothing but destruction. Total destruction."
With a trace of mockery, Heaven Mountain laughed rather smugly. "Although we too have wiped out many races, compared to the Odin God Clan represented by Klitaskov, we are practically kindhearted saints!"
The Osmanthus Tree began to chime in from the side. "I very much agree with that view. You should know that in a certain benighted era of human history, when human civilization was at one of its low points, Odin was the faith of a particular group of people."
Lin Qi curiously asked the Osmanthus Tree, which was deliberately keeping him in suspense, "What sort of people would worship Odin?"
The Osmanthus Tree gave a few strange chuckles. "Your father's colleagues, and that Mr. Monk's colleagues as well—pirates. Brutal pirates. The fiercest, most valiant pirates. They were Odin's most steadfast believers."
Lin Qi's eyes widened, and he pursed his lips. What a truly beneficial faith. What truly outstanding believers!
A terrifying boom erupted from Wang Zong's camp. The snake-man Si Na raised his right hand, and in it appeared a strange scepter: a bundle of slender wooden rods bound together, with an axe at its center. This scepter, formed entirely from black-and-white light, swung down viciously. At once, thousands of white lightning bolts as thick as water barrels came screaming down from the sky.
Dull thunderbolts