Huh? Are they all real?...

Seeing that Moen made no further move, the knight relaxed slightly, but still nodded with his hand on the hilt of his sword, saying:

"I'm sorry, sir, but a demigod of unknown origin is no small matter."

Although, for Moen, demigods were nothing compared to the troubles he had to solve.

But for this world...

A demigod is already a very influential figure.

Especially a demigod who openly appeared during the war years.

"If you don't have anything particularly urgent to do, please come with us. Don't worry, it won't take you too long."

Moen laughed:

"In fact, I have very important matters to attend to, so please forgive me, I cannot go with you."

This statement immediately made the atmosphere serious.

Some soldiers even instinctively lowered their weapons to aim at Moen.

Meanwhile, more soldiers and knights were also rushing towards this place from behind the snow gate.

"I don't know what happened where you came from, but you don't really think a demigod is anything special, do you?"

Snowgate is the gateway to Storm Valley.

Therefore, there is usually an angel guarding this place.

The reason they didn't appear before was because there was no need to involve such a high-profile figure as an angel in every situation.

And now it is clearly necessary.

Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing if the entrance to Storm Valley were smashed by a demigod.

Watching the man, with his hands behind his back and wings spread as a symbol of angels, slowly descend.

Moen asked him curiously:

"Who are you? What is your name? I've never seen you before."

Moen's curiosity caused the angel, who had entered with great confidence, to instantly turn pale.

He made such a high-profile appearance, only to be told by the other party that he didn't know him.

If you are a supreme being, then there is no problem, but aren't you, a demigod, going too far?

"To be honest, I haven't met someone as pretentious and naive as you in a long time. I'm telling you, don't you know what a difference in ability is?"

Moen waved his hand and laughed:

"No, I'm just curious, because I've never actually seen you before."

Moen certainly couldn't recognize all the demigods who served the firstborn sons, but he had seen most of the angels who served them.

Because the quantity is really small.

And among these people, the one in front of us was clearly not one of them.

He was a complete stranger to me.

This was true for Moen, but to the other side it sounded like a provocation.

As mentioned above, there are so few angels that you should have heard of them by now.

"That's not a funny joke. I'm giving you one last chance."

Seeing this, Moen could only take out the short sword from his waist and say:

"Yes, I have been entrusted by an old friend to return something to your God."

The short sword representing ownership of Storm Valley was drawn by Morne.

The thunder that had been merely a faint ripple around the sword was now deafening.

Even the guardian angel of Snow Gate was so shocked that he retreated repeatedly.

"Why do you have this?"

Few people knew that Thunder had placed his ritual artifacts outside the Gaxi Plain.

All people knew was that their chief god had laid down his ritual implements after sunset.

“As I said, I have come to return this ritual object at the request of an old friend.”

Although it was a grand display, it was ultimately not a weapon; it was merely a gift of favor.

So after the initial shock, the other party quickly recovered.

"Entrusted by an old friend? Who? Who can obtain His Majesty's ceremonial artifacts?"

Ritual objects, which may be little known in later generations, were not a niche term in the age of gods when the eldest sons were still alive.

People know very well what that means.

Although they didn't know who had given it to them, they knew it was a treasure that the eldest sons valued highly.

After thinking about this question for a moment, Moen said:

"The King of Roses. The King of Roses sent me."

"The Rose King?!"

If not recognizing an angel is somewhat understandable, then not recognizing the King truly deserves divine punishment.

So, after carefully recalling all the kings throughout history and confirming that there was no such king, the angel immediately rebuked:

"Are you telling the truth or not?!"

“I’m telling the truth. It’s just that we have different understandings, which makes you feel like I’m playing you. In short, I’m not lying. Everything I said is true.”

"Then, let me go up, I want to see your chief god and return this sword to him."

The angel, glaring angrily, walked up to Moen and said:

"You certainly don't understand me, but how could I possibly let you go up like that?"

Moen raised the ceremonial vessel in his hand and said:

"So who will give it to him?"

"I'll give it to His Majesty. You just wait here. If His Majesty is willing to see you, then I will naturally come back to invite you up."

Moen shook his head and said:

"You can't carry this up there."

"Oh, what do you mean?"

The angel's face grew increasingly grim.

Moen didn't say anything more, but simply handed it to him:

"You can try."

The other party snatched it away disdainfully. After letting out a cold snort, they turned and prepared to head towards Storm Valley.

However, he had only flown for a short while when he felt an almost infinite weight coming from his hands.

The power was so great that even a Sequence Two angel had no chance of resisting and collapsed directly.

The First One gave the world to the First Son, who then shared this precious gift with his brothers.

That represents more than just a symbol; it also represents this land and primal love.

Therefore, this heavy ritual object represents a weight that ordinary people cannot bear.

This is the only reason why no one has ever taken that short sword.

Because no one else can take it away.

Even later new gods were mostly unable to lift these ritual vessels.

"This, why?"

The angel holding the ritual implements was still struggling to hold on.

The veins on his forehead bulged, and his authority was utterly useless.

He felt like his hands were about to break.

Before he really can't hold on any longer.

Moen raised his hand and picked up the short sword.

What would be an unbearable weight for an angel was nothing more than a short sword in Moen's hands.

"So you see now, only I can return it here."

The angel, who was covering her hands, kept changing her expression.

Finally, with a twitching smile, he lowered his head and said:

"Then I'll take you upstairs."

By now, even the dumbest person would have guessed that this demigod was not just a demigod.

-

And above Storm Valley, deep within the temple amidst countless thunderclouds.

Upon hearing this report, Thunder fell into a deep silence.

This caused some unease among the angels and demigods who served there.

"His Majesty?"

During their tentative inquiries.

The ancient deity finally raised his head, then looked at them and sighed deeply, saying:

"Get out, everyone get out. This has nothing to do with you. I can wait here by myself."

Chapter 424 Hummingbird (4k)

After the many demigods and angels who served the thunder left the great temple above Stormvalley.

Thunder, seated on his throne, gazed at the increasingly deserted temple and sighed deeply.

He had actually thought about this day when he participated in the betrayal.

So when he discovered that the sun had died silently that year, he knew it.

His elder brother had returned.

He has returned to punish those brothers who betrayed His love.

However, the one thing he hadn't expected was that so much time had passed.

It's not about everything from the end of the banquet of betrayal to the return of their brother to judge everything.

Rather, it means that we waited too long after sunset.

He waited for a full thousand years.

This went on for so long that he began to doubt whether he had been thinking wrong.

Unexpectedly, today he truly realizes he was wrong.

My brother has finally arrived.

What is this? Some kind of punishment?

He served his elder brother from the very beginning of creation.

So even if they succeeded at the banquet of betrayal, he didn't think they could stand against his brother.

That success was simply due to his brother's complete lack of preparedness and failure to retaliate.

He still remembers the moment when the dagger, imbued with the evil of the world, successfully pierced his brother's heart.

The older brother was able to grab his own neck with his other hand, and he could clearly feel how terrifying the undiminished strength was.

With just a little force, he would die just like any ordinary person whose neck has been broken.

No, they might be even worse off than ordinary people.