Damn it, I got hurt—my computer suddenly rebooted, and a huge chunk of my manuscript was lost. Crying!
I'll update the next two chapters after dinner. This is killing me!
My manuscript! Why did it suddenly crash? I just didn't shut it down last night!
All the bizarre creatures transformed from the men in green robes threw back their heads and roared at the sky. The old men in black rapidly set one array plate after another onto the ground. Vast ripples of divine power condensed into visible divine scripts and demonic sigils of every color, whistling down and branding themselves again and again onto the restless, agitated Hall of Heroes.
The only old man in black who did not make a move stood beside the man in green with his hands behind his back, beaming as he repeatedly nodded. "A perfect plan! Mm, even I am immensely satisfied with this scheme! An exceptionally perfect, exceptionally complete surprise attack, isn't it? With the Hall of Heroes in our hands, Elder Lin, you'll be certain to become the council head in the next election!"
The man in green smiled mildly and slowly nodded, muttering in a low voice, "Those current council heads are old. Just like the ancestral founder and the various old ancestors of the main family, they are more than capable of holding what they have, but lack the drive to advance! Only by launching the most proactive attacks can we wipe out all gods, conquer this world, and truly become the masters of everything!"
With his arms folded across his chest, the man in green proudly raised his head. "War, violence, destroying the gods' temples and their faiths—those are the things our people of the twelve Ancient Clans ought to do. Always hiding in the shadows and