Naimus stopped speaking with the Moon God and glanced around.
The moment Naimus swept his gaze across them, the divine senses of those gods halted, then vanished.
Although Naimus possessed only weak divine power now, even the strongest among the intermediate gods felt fear when facing him.
Because nothing like this had ever happened before.
A powerful god had been dragged straight out of his own divine kingdom and killed.
This completely shattered the gods' sense of security.
In the past, gods who died had either been killed after their enemies paid several times the price to breach their divine kingdoms,
or had left their divine kingdoms on their own, whether for a certain boost in combat strength or through carelessness, and been killed.
Thus, The Gods had generally come to believe that while remaining in one's own divine kingdom was not absolutely safe, there was basically no need to fear death so long as one did not recklessly provoke a god vastly stronger than oneself.
Yet Naimus had torn apart that common understanding.
It was like thinking that hiding under the covers meant ghosts could not find you, only for Naimus, that ghost, to drag you straight out of bed without a care.
These changes made The Gods even less willing to provoke Naimus.
Naimus was more than happy with such peace.
He had no time to deal with his relationships with those gods.
At this moment, most of his attention was either immersed in the changes in his understanding of the world brought by his Divinity, or spent directing his subordinates to take over the Church of Precepts' territory.
No matter what, completing the transformation of faith as quickly as possible and gathering enough Power of Faith were the highest priorities.
Besides that...
On the Material Plane, a