To be honest, it was no wonder the God of Trickery was somewhat bewildered. In its memories, humans were nothing but food—ants it could kill with a casual flick of its hand.
Moreover, humans possessed particularly tenacious vitality. Even if one batch died, as long as they were given time to recuperate and multiply, they would flourish once more.
But that was the extent of its impression of humanity. After all, who would take an interest in their own food?
Yet what had it just heard? Those humans had attacked its divine temple, and its powerful dependents had been forced to sacrifice food to awaken it from its slumber.
They had even wept bitterly before it, cursing those humans for having gone completely mad.
If it were not the God of Trickery, possessed of at least a little reason and not as irascible as the other evil gods, it would likely have eaten these joke-loving dependents alive long ago.
"Hm? Humans really did attack?"
In an instant, the God of Trickery shifted its will. The void spanning billions upon billions of light-years entered the range of its soul perception, and beneath its divine temple, it discovered several million human warriors.
Moreover, its believers and dependents were retreating step by step. Quite a few elders of the divine temple had even died; blood flowed like a river, and the scene was utterly miserable.
It stared in stunned disbelief. It had never expected to witness such a sight upon awakening—puny humans had truly gathered in groups to storm its divine temple.
Those humans were even outrageously arrogant, wanting to kill it as well. Had these humans gone mad? Who had given them such courage? Did they not know just how mighty gods were?!
"Wait. There is a strange power within their bodies—a