When Jimmy Osman heard Jiang Yang's reply, delivered with the hint of a smile, it felt as though a volcano had erupted in his heart!
His expression went from joy to despair in just 0.01 seconds. Swift indeed.
He had now fully experienced the mortal world's greatest joys and deepest sorrows.
Gods-in this Bronze Age, that title was used only for the evil gods that wreaked havoc upon the land.
As for the gods' great deeds in sheltering all living beings beneath heaven, and their authority in forging the world's order, time had long since let the wind and rain sweep them away.
The Bronze Age knew nothing of the deeply loving gods that had once existed. It knew only the evil gods that appeared every few centuries and invariably brought calamity upon the mortal world!
Even the descendants of devils could live openly beneath the sun, while evil gods were universally reviled, their infamy known even to common villagers.
That showed just how terrible their reputation had become.
Having grown up listening to stories of god-slaying heroes, Jimmy Osman naturally knew how powerful evil gods were.
At that moment, he was utterly consumed by regret, cursing himself for having a mouth at all!
But the words had already left his mouth. There was no undoing them now.
He gritted his teeth, his right hand finding the longsword at his waist.
He was, after all, a high-level Potion Knight with the strength of the emperor-rank first step. However powerful Jiang Yang might be, desperation still gave him the courage to fight.
What was more, Jiang Yang was a god!
Raised as they were from childhood, the people of this age did not fear fighting an evil god.
Jiang Yang watched every change in Jimmy Osman's expression, then sighed.
At last,