As one of the divine lineages of the continent, the Just Temple possessed a diligence and wisdom in building human city-states that those motley races could never hope to match. Thus, although the God of Justice was only a lower god, the abundance of faith power allowed his divine power to surpass that of many ordinary Prison Feather evil gods.
Of course, to Green, it meant nothing.
The Three-Legged Death Crow was still on its way back. Even flying at full speed, it would need quite some time to return. He might as well use this time to gather soul resources and promptly summon an elite wizard legion to explore the locked Gods Continent.
Boom!
A fireball insignificant to Green crashed into the earth, instantly triggering an earth-shattering explosion. Amid the sea of flames, the human city was annihilated in an instant. Green paused briefly, absorbed the souls of more than a million inhabitants, then unhurriedly and irresistibly proceeded to the next city.
Within the fiery ruins, not a single person remained. Even the branch of the temple that had been established there was completely swallowed by the raging flames.
The next city was a commercial hub built along the river. Merchant ships laden with trade goods came and went ceaselessly through the rushing waters, while carriages transported goods to the villages and tribes scattered throughout the surrounding region. It was one of the Just Empire's most important trade cities.
"Aliya, once I finish this run, I'll come back and marry you. We'll open a tavern and watch the sunset over the Inerwei River together, never to part."
On the cargo vessel over twenty meters long, the hold was packed with the city's specialty, Shirley wine. All they needed to do was sell it in the Prison Feather Imperial Capital,