Before long, Sui Xiong was seated in the conference hall of the Divine Kingdom, giving his subordinate gods and allies a rough account of the secret meeting between himself and the God of Nobility.
"It seems the God of Nobility intends to walk one road all the way into darkness." Justice God Jormungandr sneered. "In fact, it's not too late for Him to turn back now. What a pity He refuses."
"It wouldn't be easy for Him to turn back even if He wanted to." Morani, the orc God of Warriors and Craftsmen, sighed. "His core believers are nobles, especially great nobles. They could never support the idea that 'a gentleman's grace is cut off after five generations.' If He turns back, whether He succeeds or not remains to be seen—but the price will certainly be no small one."
"But if He doesn't turn back, sooner or later He'll reach a dead end! As technology and culture advance, a new era is bound to arrive, and the traditional noble system will inevitably collapse. The struggle isn't too fierce yet; this is more or less His best chance to turn back. If He tries to do so later, the price will be far more dreadful than it is now—perhaps He may never be able to turn back at all, and can only die alongside the old era as a burial sacrifice." God of Knowledge Vol shook his head and sighed. "Mortals often hide their illnesses rather than seek treatment, until a minor ailment drags into a major one, and a major one drags them to death. Gods are much the same!"
"There's no helping it. When a new era rises and an old era falls, it must be accompanied by the birth and downfall of a great many gods." Though immensely