Chapter 362 (1/2)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Yan Xun was puzzled and left the God’s Kingdom of the Goddess of Bumper Harvest that was breaking up quickly. Then he returned to the side of the God of Justice who was waiting not far away outside the God’s Kingdom.

“How are things going?” he asked. He knew that the elder brother must be looking at everything. “Your face is valuable, but my face is certainly not! What is he really thinking?”

The God of Justice said, smiling, “You look down on your own. Your face is actually very valuable.”

“My face? Is there any value in my face? I don’t even have a priesthood.”

“But you are good at fighting,” the God of Justice said, smiling. “You just defeated the strongest of the devils, one of the Big Three of the Abyss and made him flee quickly. Starting from the fourth row of the Pantheon temple, most gods would be jealous of that record.”

“The fighting capacity of the gods of the Pantheon temple is so weak?” Yan Xun stunned. “The gods behind the first three rows are all weak chickens?”

“Hah hah hah!” the God of Justice laughed. “That’s a little mean! But they have to endure it. Behind the first three rows of the Pantheon temple, I’m afraid that none of them dare to pat their chests and say that they could surely win against the Big Three of the Abyss.”

“Don’t mention the battle that year which made you famous,” the God of Justice said as his eyes went deep and his attitude became serious. “That day, you killed the God of Storms and the God of Ocean. That force is almost at the peak of the mid-level Divine Power. In fact, some weaker ones of strong Divine Power may not be able to do the same thing.

“In other words, with your ability, when you really get your priesthood and become a god, you will immediately be at the same level as the first three rows. Although you will have a lower deity temporarily, no one will dare to treat you as a weak Divine Power or a low-level Divine Power.”

Yan Xun was stunned for a while and then pointed his tentacles at himself with a confused expression. “How do I become a great master? I always feel a little uneasy…”

“You’ll get used to it. I found myself suddenly becoming a master that year.”

“And afterwards?”

“Afterwards, I got used to it.”

“Those who have simple thoughts are really happy,” Yan Xun said.

“What?”

“I mean, my brother, you are a simple and honest person!” Yan Xun answered.

“Yes. I have always been as clear as water,” Yorgaardman said.

Hearing the words that the God of Justice used to praise himself, the faces of some strong Divine Powers who were sitting beside him went dark.

As clear as water?!

Well, interesting, those Great Divine Powers thought.

By this time, the drama of “the Goddess of Bumper Harvest selecting a god follower,” finally ended. Although a large number of believers were confused on the ground, the holy emblems and the holy statues in the entire Rem City had lost their radiance, and the Divine Power of the Goddess of Bumper Harvest had completely disappeared. More importantly, when the believers were praying, they couldn’t feel the existence of the goddess.

What did this mean? Everybody knew.

For a time, the entire Rem City was so quiet like a mortuary. Then, someone began to cry loudly.

The crying seemed to be contagious, and it spread quickly. In a short while, the whole Rem City was full of crying, and there were believers everywhere who were crying on the ground with grief. Not only one or two, but often a group of people was crying together, choking with sobs.

Yan Xun was looking at the scene, sighing deeply.

“Take it easy. This is how a god’s battle works,” Yorgaardman advised, patting him. “Remember the previous Sun God? His believers were much more than these people. When he fell, crying could be heard everywhere in the whole Kingdom of Holy Angels, and it was much worse than this scene.”