"Highgod?"
The Light Pope, who had been on the brink of death, lifted his head at Prequel's voice as if revived by a sudden burst of energy. He stared fixedly at Odin, his formerly bloodless face now flushed crimson.
"How interesting. The Radiance Church actually has a trick like this."
Odin glanced at Prequel and spoke in a languid tone, not taking him seriously in the slightest.
Although this was the first time Odin had seen someone summon a projection clone, he had lived long enough to hear plenty of stories. Projection clones had no Godhead. Even if the original was a powerful Highgod, the strength a clone could wield was beneath his notice.
"You're far too arrogant."
Prequel's expression darkened. His projection clone might be weak, but he himself was a Seven-Star Light Shadower of the Radiant Divine Realm, a formidable figure even among the Divine Planes. He had never before been insulted like this by an "ordinary Highgod" from a Material Plane.
"Oh? Arrogant, am I?"
Odin's expression immediately turned cold. Bloodthirsty intent gleamed in his eyes. What Odin hated most was being called arrogant, a feeling rooted in his experiences when he had been weak.
In all his years in the Plane Prison, it wasn't that no one had dared call Odin arrogant. They were simply all dead now. He had killed plenty of Highgods, yet none of the other kings had ever said such a thing to him. Prequel was only a projection clone, so Odin naturally felt enraged.
"If you think I'm arrogant, then I'll show you just how arrogant I can be!"
Odin snorted. He pointed into the air with his right hand, and a blood-red vortex formed in his palm. In an instant, it became a Spiral Shuriken and shot straight toward Prequel's