Salute To The General

Chapter 3776 The Ire Of A King

Upon Nathan and his entourage's arrival at the snow-capped peak, the ancient sound of a horn resonated from the mountaintop, its echoes reaching far and wide. Soon after, large contingents of God guards emerged from various directions. Remarkably, the garrison stationed here numbered around two thousand.

In addition, numerous elder Gods, dressed in simple garb and of advanced age, made their presence known one by one.

"Greetings to the God King!"

As they appeared, these elder Gods, along with the guards, knelt on one knee in unison, offering their respects to Nathan.

Nathan, with a friendly smile, said, "Please, no need for such formalities. My visit today is out of respect, to honor the heroes of the Gods."

The Snowcrest Sanctum essentially functioned as a hall of fame for the Gods.

Nathan's respectful comment immediately endeared him to the elder Gods present.

As the newly appointed God King of the Divine Realm, his position was something everyone had to acknowledge, regardless of their personal feelings.

Nathan's approachable and respectful demeanor toward the Gods was the most favorable outcome they could have hoped for.

Seizing the moment, Moblan instructed, "Let's not delay. Make way and escort His Majesty to the sanctum."

The elder Gods quickly agreed, "Yes!"

Led by the elders, Nathan and his group proceeded to explore the grand Snowcrest Sanctum.

had the impression that the sanctum

realized it was an

mountain, had been constructed by hollowing out the interior of the peak. This resulted in a deceptively small entrance leading to an unexpectedly vast space inside, akin to a sprawling underground city. Inside the sanctum,

the significant achievements

Gods were displayed. Among these, a massive ice coffin held the body of Medille, drawing the

this coffin, Nathan's gaze was fixed on Medille, while his subordinates, both vampires and Gods, respectfully bowed their

alone stood upright, hands behind his back, observing Medille's frozen form. In a soft tone,

surged from the

as if Medille's spirit, fueled by unresolved anger, was

nearly opening, as if to cast

displeased, let out a stern grunt. His voice, thunderous, filled the room, quelling

The resentful energy emanating

suggested a near-reanimation, was instantly subdued

The al

of

resentment disappeared as swiftly

as it had appeared.

life, Medille was no match

King of the Divine

mere expression of annoyance was enough to overpower Medille's lingering

sanctum fell into

resentment from Medille's corpse had completely dissipated, leaving no