941
The enormous shadow fell silent for two seconds at those words, then gave a cold laugh, his voice sounding rather like it came through gritted teeth:
"Of course I don't mind forgiving your offense. After all, I've heard an old saying: the dead are paramount."
Leodero sneered as well. He overpowered this incomplete Great Old One in strength, but he also knew his advantage was only temporary.
As they traded defiant words, he distinctly felt the prayers of his believers, which constantly lingered in his ears, begin to grow distant and thin. For the first time in ages, his ears actually became somewhat quiet, as though large numbers of people had abandoned their faith in him in an instant.
This actually stirred a rare trace of nostalgia in Leodero.
After all, ever since he became a Demigod, prayers had lingered endlessly in his ears. By now, it had actually been several thousand years.
What a long yet fleeting stretch of time it had been.
Back then, he had been simple and weak, and had taken every one of his believers very seriously. Even if they were merely repaying him for saving their lives, or worshipping him on the side while believing in humanity's Sun, like most Saints who gained believers for the first time, the young Cataclysmic Interrer had genuinely tried his best to meet his believers' requests, going to help whenever he had time.
He had once been a clergyman, and a warrior as well, so he had done everything his subordinates had done.
Back then, they had beaten hostile members of other races all along their way. The Ancient Sun God had beaten their leaders, while they had beaten those leaders' diehard followers, leaving only those who were friendly, kind, and willing to coexist with humans.
They