Chapter 1204: 517: Killing Intent (Part 3)

Capítulo 1204: Chapter 517: Killing Intent (Part 3)

The message has been received; whether it’s true or not is for Her Majesty the Heavenly Empress to determine.

After finishing her business, the Goddess of Graces prepared to leave.

Before departing, her gaze casually swept over the Earth below, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit sentimental.

From this height, the living beings on the ground were as tiny as ants.

And for a Deity, indeed, they were.

As a member of the Deity Race, Aglaia couldn’t do anything about it.

After all, she couldn’t possibly kill all those deities who had started the war.

She neither had the strength nor the position for such, even though she was the Goddess who brought joy to the world, it was still the same…

“…Hmm?”

As Aglaia pondered, she was suddenly startled.

What had she just been thinking, what was she just about to kill?

It was unbelievable; as a Deity bringing celebration and joy to the world, how could she have such thoughts?

Even if she felt a slight sympathy for the mortals beneath, she shouldn’t have that sort of reaction.

Her spirit tensed; if it were an ordinary thought, Aglaia might not have minded.

But in that fleeting moment, she was certain that she indeed harbored a genuine sliver of murderous intent.

Looking up abruptly, Aglaia suspected there was a god influencing her from the shadows, and the South Wind God might also be among them… yet when their eyes met, she saw only a perfectly normal face.

“…Aglaia, what’s wrong?”

“…Nothing.”

“Thank you for your assistance, Your Highness, I shall take my leave now.”

With a slight tug at the corner of her mouth, Aglaia responded offhandedly.

She felt she’d been overly tense recently, rather like a startled bird.

But there was no help for it; for a weak deity to live well, caution was an admirable quality.

Otherwise, one might end up like Hebe, the daughter of the Heavenly Empress, nearly plotted against into eternal slumber.

Using her authority to repeatedly probe, Aglaia ultimately found nothing.

Exhaling gently, the Goddess bowed slightly and then took her leave.

Behind her, the South Wind God didn’t linger, rather he seemed relieved.

Having grown accustomed to being superior in the Mortal World, he now found he didn’t want to interact with other deities.

Regardless, it was to show loyalty to the Divine King, even Zephyrus now wouldn’t interfere with his actions.

His form exploded and transformed into an invisible wind, Notus swept over the sprawling military camp below.

Now that Aglaia had left, he needed to consider how much effort to exert in the next battle.

Fifty percent, or seventy percent?

In any case, getting a bit injured would be fine.

After all, without even a scratch, how could he prove his loyalty to His Majesty the Divine King…

“…Big brother, third brother, fifth brother, you’re all dead…”

“…O God, when will such days finally end…”

“…Hmm?”

As if hearing a distant voice, the invisible airflow paused slightly.

In that moment, Notus gazed toward a nearby barrack.

There, a soldier was half-kneeling before his brother’s mutilated corpse, lamenting the absence of Light in the future.

A few people nearby also wore sorrowful expressions, as if they saw their own tomorrow.

Such scenes were not uncommon in the camp; in the past, the South Wind God had witnessed many.

Ordinarily, when faced with such situations, he would mostly dismiss them with a smile, lamenting the frailty and impotence of Humans.

Deities were undying, while mortals would perish; what a sorrowful thing.

In any case, their ultimate fate was likely to die here, so it didn’t matter when. If someone truly survived a hundred battles, that would be something novel.

But for some reason, in this moment, watching the scene before him, a hint of murder arose in Notus’ heart.

“When will it end?”

“Under my command, do you find it all so wearisome?”

“Or do you think those human Heroes with Divine Blood are more trustworthy than All Gods?”

Narrowing his gaze and staring in that direction for a long time, Notus stepped forward.

He raised his hand slowly, marking them.

So be it, in the next battle, the extent of his effort was unimportant.

What mattered was that only when these few had all perished in battle would he allow those mortals to retreat.

“…When will it end?”

“Of course there will be an end, but to wait for it, you have to exist first…”

With a cold chuckle, Notus turned to leave.

Indeed, he was still too merciful.

In the future, he would have to strive even harder.