The cowardly. The blonde-haired god's red lips opened lightly, and his contemptuous gaze almost became a substantial force.

The cowardly.

These three short words echoed on the huge battlefield and could not be dispersed for a long time.

The next moment, the terrifying beast disappeared without a trace.

Retire.

The whispers of darkness reached the minds of every god of the eternal night, and they saluted, obeyed the orders of the supreme king, and disappeared into the darkness that spread.

After the gods of the eternal night were completely gone, low sobs rang out among the gods of light, and they lay on the chests of their companions, tears streaming down their faces, full of joy and sorrow, their trembling bodies and sad expressions, more hot and crazy than sake being burned by fire.

It was a devastating blow that made the gods of light who grew in the ivory tower realize that beyond the light was terrible.

The embarrassed Agatha and the bloodied Lucy stepped forward, commanding the helpless gods, grief haunting their faces, but the two gods still held their chests high and shouted orders.

At the end of the war, they will also begin to calm their hearts and clean up the unbearable battlefield, and since they are in that position, they must protect these people who have no opinions.

This is both a responsibility and an obligation.

Suddenly, the lifeless gods of light turned into bits of golden light, and they dissipated and closed together, like bright stars in the sky, and the brilliant stars gathered into the hands of a god.

"Pfister." Lucy called out meaninglessly.

Agatha, who went to the battlefield, wiped the black blood from her armor, curled the corners of her mouth and smiled, and soon returned to her arrogant appearance.

Pfister gathered the brilliance, and after being blessed by his divine power, it flowed to the wounded person's body, which was the rain and dew that the earth had borne after drying up for a long time, and the fatal wounds were healed in the blink of an eye, and the wails of pain disappeared into the divine realm.

Pfister has always been at the center of the Divine Realm of Light.

The gods who received the favor were grateful, and they bent down to salute and joyfully hugged their companions, enjoying the joy and ecstasy of the rest of their lives.

"We actually lost this time." Lucy, who had always been in charge of the trivia of the Divine Domain and wartime assistance, chatted with Agatha: "Once Pfister is here, we have nothing to do. ”

Agatha snibbled Lucy, who was two heads shorter than her, and thrust her sword back into her waist, shaking her curly hair, a rare tease from the serious, arrogant god.

"My Lucy, you are much better than me, when I fight on the battlefield, the blood on my face can make me miserable, you can still stand behind, the smell of those gushing out is unimaginable. The Lord of Light is above, and I don't want to go through it again in my life. ”

Don't go to war again.

It's not that they can't afford it, but the godheads and priesthoods in the Divine Domain of Light rarely appear in battle, and most of them are in the land of eternal night, as if they 。。。。。。 Perhaps, there will come a day, but not now.

"Of course." Lucy curled her lips as she flicked Agatha's armor, "I'm noble Lucy." ”

The corners of Agatha's mouth twitched slightly, and she didn't know what she thought before, but she took the initiative to walk to the god's side: "Come on, you stinky woman." ”