Everyone's expressions instantly turned serious, and they sat up straight.
"Give us your orders, Instructor!"
A Demigod's eyes burned with fervor.
He and their entire Legion were ready at all times.
Lynn looked at them, braced both hands on the table, and said:
"Gather everyone and have them prepare. In two days, I'll send you to be stationed in the Broken Divine Realm. It offers unparalleled conditions for cultivating the laws. You don't need to concern yourselves with the fighting for a while. Leave that to the jailers. Your only task is to improve your strength across the board."
"All Origins who have yet to become Demigods must work harder, and those of you who are Demigods can't slack off either. You must become gods. I hope you can fill those lost seats of godhood in the shortest possible time."
All the Demigods in the Conference Hall rose in unison, struck their chests with one hand, and dropped to one knee, offering Lynn their highest salute.
"Yes, Leader! We obey your orders!"
Lynn took a deep breath, feeling a little awkward at their synchronized salute.
"All right, all right. Off you go."
He had no idea who had come up with such a solemn form of salute while he was away. Anyone who didn't know better would have thought this was some feudal royal court.
But it was true.
Many things were changing, little by little.
Just like this place, where they had once gathered to joke around like a ragtag troupe. He could still vaguely remember all those scenes that had played out here.
It was as though Colossus was still leaning in the corner, eyes closed and looking indifferent to the world, while the Matriarch still hung at the back. Titan Big Brother would flip the table with