Three hundred years ago.
Scorching Domain.
Overlord Star, Saffras.
"I mean... was there really any need to make such a big production out of this?"
Ragnar looked at the thick stack of blueprints spread across the ground before him, their construction process describable only as "tedious and complex." His eyes were filled with confusion.
"I'm already the God of Slaughter's Favored, and I've successfully obtained the Authority of Slaughter."
"Now I'm only adding the Authority of War. Is there really a need to make such a huge fuss over an emergency contingency plan?"
"The way you're acting makes it seem like you already know I'm bound to have problems. It's making me nervous..."
After saying that last sentence, Ragnar and the war generals all turned their gazes to the side.
With both hands behind his back, Balgon lightly brushed the dust from his soles with demonic energy before stepping directly onto the blueprints.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, he slowly walked to the center before finally replying at an unhurried pace.
"First, Ragnar, it is true that you are already the God of Slaughter's Favored. However, 'control' is not the right word to describe the state of the Authority of Slaughter within you. The proper word is 'possess.'"
"Second, adding the Authority of War to you will not happen now. It will only happen after your divinity is fully accumulated and you become one of God's Chosen."
"Finally, I do not know whether you will encounter problems after accepting the Authority of War."
"The reason I gave you these construction blueprints for the catacombs and demanded that you complete them as soon as possible is entirely because of the needs of our transaction."
"In other words, I will give you the Authority of War that I seized from Wushe, one of