Green turned and glanced back, automatically disregarding all the feelings of the lowly lifeforms on the battlefield.
The Goddess of Night and Moon was doing everything she could to suppress the Bloodthirsty Demon King, but that was all she could do. Gravely wounding him was difficult enough, let alone slaying him.
Nine-Headed Wrath, the Destruction Sword Stigmata Sorcerer, and the Netherheart Stigmata Sorcerer had naturally long since dealt with their respective targets. They stood before the Temple of Night, looking toward Green at the center of the battlefield.
"For my first move after advancing to Stigmata, to take this long against a mere lowly creature... I've made a laughingstock of myself."
With a sigh, Green flew toward the three Stigmata Sorcerers.
The sudden appearance of four unknown gods at the Temple of Night naturally shook the entire battlefield. Their presence was in no way inferior to the fusion of the Night Goddess and Moon Goddess—the Goddess of Night and Moon!
Great gods, masters of a world—even if their targets were only four so-called battle demons, the incidental destruction they wrought as they passed through the heart of the battlefield was far beyond what lowly lifeforms could imagine. Green, who had repeatedly unleashed the "divine art" of his Transfiguration Domain, had created several hellish regions of unspeakable devastation in the center of the battlefield.
Of course, to the gods themselves, such things were no more than a casual gesture.
Whoosh!
Hovering in midair, Green nodded to the other three. Then the four Stigmata Sorcerers looked toward an utterly ordinary little priestess within the temple.
"According to the agreement, we have completed the task assigned by the goddess. Hand over the Nine Netherworld Springs as our reward."
The little catgirl trembled violently with fear. Earlier, she had suddenly received a divine oracle