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.

that the sanctum wasn't particularly

upon entering, they realized it was

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, Nathan observed the murals depicting

celebrated the significant achievements of

skeletal remains of heroic Gods were displayed. Among these, a

before this coffin, Nathan's gaze was fixed on Medille, while his subordinates, both vampires

hands behind his back, observing Medille's frozen form. In a soft tone, he murmured, "Medille, it's been a long

a powerful wave of resentment surged from the ice coffin, enveloping

fueled by

Medille's corpse, its eyes nearly opening, as if to

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

The resentful energy emanating

coffin, which had suggested a near-reanimation,

The al

of

resentment disappeared as swiftly

as it had appeared.

life, Medille was

as the reigning God King of the Divine Realm,

annoyance was enough to overpower Medille's

sanctum fell into a

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