Chapter 800 (1/2)

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

“That’s wonderful!” Wall said happily. “Good riddance!”

“Yes! Good riddance! What a pity his death came so late!”

“Better now than never. Better dead than alive!”

“Yes, you’re so right! Better dead than alive,” said Yorgaardman, the God of Justice, as he laughed. Then his clone in the Pantheon temple stood up. He coughed to clear his throat, and then he spoke in a resounding and deafening voice to ensure that every god in the temple could hear him clearly.

“Everyone! Let me share a piece of good news with you all!”

He paused for a moment. Then in a voice that was even louder than before, he shouted, “The God of Conspiracy is dead!”

His voice echoed throughout the Pantheon temple, other than that, there was absolute silence.

A moment later, one of the gods stood up and asked, “You’re… kidding, right?”

“Is that possible!” said Yorgaardman. He was angry to hear that and questioned, “Is my credibility that bad? When have I ever made a joke!”

“But… but… that guy… how could he possibly die?”

“He’s dead for sure, unmistakably, I’m sure of it,” Yorgaardman said.

“Did you destroy him?”

“No.”

“Then, which great majesty has destroyed him?” asked that god, who seemed quite intent on getting to the bottom of the matter.

Yorgaardman frowned and said impatiently, “Why are you asking about this? Could it be that you wish to avenge him?”

“No!” said that god who immediately shook his head. “I just… back then, I once made a vow. I’m willing to become a follower of the god who can destroy that bastard…”

That was when Yorgaardman understood the other party’s actual intention. He pondered for a moment, then said, “That one… He has no need for followers.”

“He’s not a god, but an ancient demigod, right?”

“Honestly, it will do you no good in trying to probe into his affairs,” said Yorgaardman. He sighed again, then said, “Anyway, the God of Conspiracy is dead. Dead as can be, through and through. All the relationships you have with him, be it friends or foes, shall end here. Even if you have some shady dealings with him, just give those up as well. The existence of the ‘God of Conspiracy,’ is now a thing of the past.”

With that. He sat down and paid no further attention to the persistent questions of the other gods.

It was understood that the gods could not possibly go straight to the second row to press him for answers, so they could only discuss among themselves. At this moment, the few gods who had been sitting near the God of Conspiracy suddenly became popular. Many gods approached them to inquire about what exactly happened. They were even willing to offer benefits to pay for information.

But those few gods were equally clueless. How could they have any information to give out?

They were not even sure about the exact time where the God of Conspiracy had fallen. They really knew nothing at all.

Without any answers to their questions, the gods got louder and louder as they continued discussions. Gradually, their voices rose up like tides stirring up within the Pantheon temple.

As Yorgaardman listened to the chattering of voices engrossed in discussion behind him, he felt the countless divine thoughts passing through him in a continuous stream almost as though they were ravaging torrents. His frown deepened. Finally, he could hold back no longer and leaped to his feet. He turned around and shouted, “Have you all nothing to do! If you’re all so idle, then go find something proper to do! That bastard who deserved to be slashed by knives is dead, we all should be happy! Shouldn’t you all be celebrating before anything else!”

His words served as reminders to the gods. Many of them smiled brightly upon regaining their composure from the great surprise.

Indeed, just as the God of Justice had said, regardless of how the God of Conspiracy had died, the most important thing was that he died.