Court of the Giants.

After some of the giants were exiled at sea and disappeared on the other side of the vast sea, the residence left behind by the Giant King was still guarded by loyal royal court hunters - even if the actual controller of this place had become the "Dark Angel" for a hundred years.

The giants who are still here have gradually changed their beliefs, and time is the cruelest grinding stone, which can polish away many things, such as people gradually calling this place "the palace belonging to the twilight", and no longer directly call this place "the court of giants".

Including the lonely man who has been thousands of miles away and has no one to communicate with for a hundred years, the "God of Honor" Bradel is also being consumed by time with little energy and reason.

Hatred could not fill hunger, anger could not relieve the dryness of his mouth, but hatred and anger were the driving forces of Bradel's desire to live, forcing him to hold on to his will and silently count the alternation of the sun and moon in the sky.

If He were just an ordinary person, life would be like a cup of poured water, with a moment when it runs out. But he is not, the "god of honor" is the slave god of sequence two, and his body is hardly swallowed up by time.

He could only wander forever in the wasteland without eating or drinking, and even today, Braddle still numbly fulfills his "mission".

Eventually, this will will be on the verge of breakdown, and it will only be a matter of time before it spirals out of control.

Bradel knew in his heart that the Sun God's punishment for Him was "forever" and that this would not change because He was out of control.

But the "God of Honor" would not regret his blatant swearing, and if he had not lost his normal ability to speak, he would have been cursing the great god that everyone revered as he patrolled here.

Maybe until the day He died.

Braddle no longer thought about the changes of day and night, he gradually became unconcerned, he did not know how long he would live, he did not know what was happening in the outside world, and he did not know that the court of giants had become a meeting place for the gods, waiting for guests from all directions.

The earliest to come was Ulorius, who neither of the two host collaborators had ever imagined.

With his eyes closed, the "Angel of Destiny" walked through the corridor propped up by arches, and was lucky enough that no one stopped or asked, and he sleepwalked into the magnificent hall painted with frescoes.

During the restoration of the court of the giants, Ulorius also participated in the painting of the murals, but at the request of Sasriel, he only left part of the power with the influence of "fate", and did not change the painting itself, restoring as much as possible what the giants originally left behind.

It was always a palace built for giants, so everything seemed too large for a visitor of normal proportions.

Unlike the rest of the palaces in the royal court, which were illuminated by dusk, there was pure darkness frozen here, except for a crystal ball with tiny dots of light hovering inside, hanging above the long table out of thin air, providing a not-so-bright light that would not allow the darkness to drown out all vision.

It was a long, dark red table that was more in line with normal human proportions, including high-backed chairs with intricate patterns around it, and it was clearly not intended for giants.

At the end of the long table are two empty high-backed chairs, one on the left and one on the right, equally dark and deep, with intricate carvings on them, making them look more like thrones.

Ulorius opened his eyes and stared up at the ball of light for a few seconds before closing it again and slowly walking to his left position, where he sat down on the first empty chair, closest to the empty throne on his left.

The second to arrive was an old man, hooded with only a mouth, wrinkles, and a large silver-white beard, dressed in a simple gray robe, and hesitated at the empty seat beside Ulorius as he walked to the long table.

Herabergen turned his head and looked at the "Angel of Destiny" who was most familiar with him: "Will the 'Red Angel' also participate in this rally?" ”

Ulorius shook his head slightly when he heard the voice of inquiry: "I didn't ask him. ”

Helabogan laughed twice, and sat down in the third high-backed chair across an empty seat, and he could probably guess that Ulorius saw some kind of "destiny guidance" again.

Knowledge is different, it's not something so ethereal.

Herabergen just didn't want the "Red Angel" to come to the scene and let himself get out of his seat. Medici could say this, and he would not give face to anyone, except the Lord, and the arrogant king of angels would not accept anyone, let alone get along with each other.

Helabergen also admired Ulorius at times, especially when it came to his patience with the Medici.

They were followed by not one of the eight kings of angels, but a secret being, wrapped in layers of straps all over his body, revealing only two bloodshot and forbearant eyes.

The "God of Spirits" Torzna, who used to be the slave god of the xeno-king Kvashituon, but after the battle of the three ancient gods, the ancestor of the blood clan, the xeno-king and the "Demon Wolf of Destruction", similar to the "Goddess of Doom", the "God of Spiritual Things" has also disappeared and disappeared.

However, he is also here today, and has become the king of angels who has mastered the oneness, and it is clear that he has benefited greatly from the death of the xeno-king.

A middle-aged and elderly man in a dark black robe walked into the hall, looked around briefly, and sat down on the empty seat beside the "God of Spiritual Things".

His complexion was dark, his facial features were somewhat different from those of the angels, and there was a chill around him, as if all life would pass and die because of it.

After the fall of the "Demon Wolf of Destruction", Salinger, who was also the "God of the Dead" who was also his slave god, took refuge in the ancestor of the immortal bird, and after the ancestor of the immortal bird fell again, this subordinate god was not targeted by the "sun god", and even under the combined effect of aggregation and luck, he successfully obtained the uniqueness of the same path.

As to whether or not he had the help of the "goddess of doom", only they knew in their hearts.

Leodro and Osecus walked into the hall together.

They were still discussing something, but Leodro's voice was so loud that it could barely be suppressed, and every now and then a small voice floated down the corridor, as if to refute some of Osaikus's ideas.

However, when they entered the hall, the sound of such discussion disappeared completely, and Leodro, still in black armor, was still full of unconvinced, walked quickly to the long table, and sat down on the other side of Helabergen, the fourth seat.

Osecus, who was dressed in a white robe embroidered with gold thread, looked at the empty seat next to Ulorius and hesitated. Apparently he had something unpleasant in mind, and Ostricus frowned, and sat down next to Leodro.

Badheil entered the hall with the former Giant Queen.

Omibela, who is now the "Mother Earth Goddess", has a dignified and soft face, but there is a little worry that can be seen, while the new "God of War" is full of wind under her feet, looking confident and arrogant, and goes straight to the empty seat next to the "God of the Dead".

The "Red Angel" was not too late, although he was arrogant, but he also knew that this meeting should be very important, and naturally it was impossible to be late.

He just didn't arrive at the Giant's Court a few minutes early, as the rest of the invitees did.

Medici stepped into the hall unhurriedly after the last half minute, and was stunned when he saw Ulorius, and then he naturally walked towards the empty seat next to the "Angel of Destiny".

As Medici whispered to Ulorius through psychic communication, he sat down in a high-backed chair with a big grin.

Obviously surrounded by high-ranking people with the same status, the "Red Angel" was still at this long table, putting on a rather arrogant attitude, he leaned back to press the back of the chair, and rested his feet on the dark red long table, which immediately attracted everyone's slanted eyes.

All the angels or gods who had received the invitation had gathered around this long table and sat down in their seats.

Time's up.

Amanisis and Sasriel walked out of the darkness together, as if they had been in this hall all along, never leaving.

Amanisis looked around at the long table, some familiar to him, others younger and unfamiliar.

Looking at the entire world at present, not counting the mysterious areas shrouded in gray mist, they can also be called the strongest force of the "new generation" after the fall of the ancient gods, most of them are mythical creatures who have lived for hundreds of years, and it is also because they inherited the legacy of an ancient god in their path, so they can go further.

At least at this long table, they were all invited guests, and there was no reason to fight each other for the time being.

The hidden power would keep everything here undetected, and the plan was only half revealed to Darriberg - the result of his death.

And death also means that He is about to be free from the intrusion of the original consciousness and be reborn.

Even now, Amanisis still thinks the plan itself is quite ridiculous, especially when Sasriel can still joke about it during the casual conversation between the two.

"The mad scientist died in the line of duty", the kind of words that made Amanisis unable to laugh at all, he did not want to hear more.

Amanisis didn't understand why Saslir was acting so freely.

Sasriel stood on the left, on the same side as the kings of angels who were loyal to the All-Knowing Almighty, while Amanis, as the leader of the communication with the outside beings, stood in front of the high-backed chair that resembled the throne on the right.

As the initiators of this secret gathering, they bowed slightly to the people below.

Amanisis sat down, and then, like the other beings, set his gaze on Sasriel.

The Dark Angel raised his hand, and several red flames rose from the surroundings, coiling around the stone pillars that supported the hall, illuminating the surroundings.

His voice echoed in the ears of those gathered in the light of the fire.

This is the day of the founding of the Rose of Redemption.