Salute To The General

Chapter 3507 Morgon

Immediately, elite Gods within the temple began to voice their opinions one after another.

They were divided into two factions. One faction believed in the necessity of revenge and that they should act immediately and resolutely. They promptly organized a grand army, ready to launch a full-scale attack on Earth.

Another group, however, believed that they mustn't recklessly start a war. Their decision especially stemmed from the fact that Gryffen and Revent had both suffered losses on Earth. This was sufficient proof that Earth's strength was far greater than they had imagined. The population of Gods had always been scarce, and every life within that race was extremely precious.

Meanwhile, Earth was densely populated.

If war were to occur, even if the death ratio between the gods and humans were one to ten thousand, the gods would not accept it.

The factions for and against the war argued incessantly in front of Medille.

Medille couldn't help but feel a headache and spoke up impatiently. "Enough. I'm asking you all to hold a discussion, not an argument."

The God King was displeased, prompting elite Gods to quickly shut their mouths. Tranquility was restored in the temple.

However, even though everyone had stopped arguing, the issue of whether to invade Earth had not been resolved.

go to Yarlmouth Hall and invite Elder Morgon for a council

the Divine Realm, was the

the Divine Realm, then Morgon was the

was Medille's strongest right-hand man, aiding Medille in the

of Gods suppressing the vampires. In a fit of anger, Medille expelled Morgon from the temple and assigned him to guard Yarlmouth Hall. Yarlmouth Hall was

the mausoleum, which in reality, was akin

couldn't help but

Gods present

thing. When in doubt, ask Morgon. His Majesty must have truly encountered a problem that he finds difficult to resolve.

shouted at the entrance of the

thin elderly God walked in unhurriedly from

as dark as the space between the stars in the sky. No one could discern any emotion from his gaze, let alone fathom

long gray robe adorned with mystical runes. His expression, stern yet not angry, commanded

Elder of the Gods,

all the elites bowed respectfully

held high, Morgon strode all the way to Medille. He bowed respectfully