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 wasn't particularly

it was an entirely different

top of the mountain, had been constructed by hollowing out the interior of the peak. This resulted in a deceptively small entrance leading to

also celebrated the significant achievements

Among these, a massive ice coffin held the

fixed on Medille, while his

In a soft tone, he murmured, "Medille, it's been a long time."

a powerful wave of resentment surged from the ice coffin,

as if Medille's spirit, fueled by unresolved

nearly opening, as if to cast a resentful glare at

grunt. His voice, thunderous, filled the

The resentful energy emanating

a near-reanimation,

presence. The

of

resentment disappeared as swiftly

as it had appeared.

life, Medille was no match

King of the Divine Realm, Nathan's authority and power were

annoyance was enough

fell into a hushed

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