"Damn it, there's simply no way to use them. Those bastards are probably laughing at me right now!"
He had originally wanted to rely on the Fury Pantheon's power, but the moment Talos thought of his relationships with the other deities in the pantheon, his face darkened.
The relationships between the deities in his Fury Pantheon could only be described as terrible.
Malar wished he could kill him at any moment.
Auril, Goddess of Winter and Cold, seemed friendly toward him on the surface, but the two were actually wary of each other, since he might invade her domain at any time.
After all, to mortals, winter and cold were disasters too.
Umberlee, the Queen of the Deep, was close to him, but they were rivals in truth. Umberlee was also known as the Storm Goddess, and their domains partially overlapped.
Besides, the deities of the Fury Pantheon were mostly fickle and vicious. There was no way to work closely with them.
The more Carlos thought about it on his throne, the more irritated he grew. At last, he even slammed his fist down on the black throne forged from Destruction.
Boom!
Destruction poured from the throne, and the tremendous shock once again sent the entire plane trembling.
After a long while, Talos, seated on the throne, finally came up with a plan that was no plan at all.
He couldn't rely on the deities of the Fury Pantheon for now, so he had no choice but to join forces with another pantheon.
And right now—or, rather, in the days to come—the pantheon most likely to suffer a crushing blow was the Orc Pantheon.
After all, the Orc Empire that the Ruling Church had established on the Prime Material Plane was no joke. It was clearly gunning for Gruumsh's Divine