Jiang Yang's impassioned words echoed in the gods' hearts.
As they counted all they had done over the years, they no longer dared face God King Jiang, standing proudly before them.
They knew clearly that what they had done over the years was wrong. It was only because they had the God King's example and their fellow gods beside them that they had learned to comfort themselves.
But wrong was wrong. Jiang Yang would not comfort them. He did not have the time to seek them out for heart-to-heart talks one by one; now, he wished he could split every moment in two.
Still, seeing the gods' reactions, he breathed a sigh of relief inwardly. The Olympian Gods were still the compatriots who had once fought shoulder to shoulder with him, still companions worthy of trust.
"Everyone, after today's banquet, I hope you will properly settle your affairs in the mortal world, return to the ranks of the Divine Court, and prepare to resist the Devil!"
"This is a decision I have made for you without consulting you. Do you agree?"
Jiang Yang stood with his hand on his sword, the divine light in his eyes clear as a mirror. The bright moon shed its pure radiance, and boundless heroic spirit seemed to rise within his heart.
The gods rose to their feet one after another, answering loudly, their voices swelling in unison.
"I agree!"
"I agree!"
The gods' shouts merged into one, their rekindled fighting spirit seemingly about to set the entire sky ablaze.
In the mortal city behind them, the mortals raised their heads toward the western sky, shocked by the fervent shouts coming from that direction.
After their astonishment passed, they did not know why, but an immense sense of security welled up in their hearts.
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