Chapter 43: Trunsoest

Chapter 43: Trunsoest

"I take back what I said previously." Amanines said in an etheral voice as she let go of his shoulder and floated beside him.

"You're still somewhat the same as you were back then, Reckless and Without Any Concern For Consequences." Her voice remained ethereal, but with each word, the darkness thickened around her.

Aucuces sighed in disappointment at the battle being interrupted. He hadn't felt this excited in a long time, since becoming a god.

He can also detect anger in Amanines' tone, and while he understands why she is angry, he was still indifferent. Even though he accepted Leodero's challenge, he did not initiate this, and he also cannot sit back and watch Leodero behave like that in his kingdom.

Aucuces waved his spear, causing it to shatter into light particles that swept over his figure before dissipating, revealing him in a casual black suit rather than silver armour.

He started walking towards Badhiel and Lilith, not bothering to say anything to her.

Amanines sighed as she observed Aucuces' indifference, then turned to face Leodero, who had gone ahead of her and Herabergan.

She specifically told him to wait, so that they wouldn't have any problems with her in the middle of them.

However, looking at the situation, she felt helpless; it may appear that only the fight between Leodero and Aucuces is taking place, but Amanines noticed Solomon and True Creator's gazes here. She was confident that they would not pass up a golden opportunity to strike.

"Take your hand off my shoulders, Old man." Leodero grumbled in disgust.

Before he could swat the hand that was holding him down, the hand let go of his shoulder, and the figure hovering behind him also floated down.

An elderly man dressed in a black hodded robe. He had starry blue eyes and white beard and he was holding a book with an omniscient eye on his other hand.

Herabergan, God of Wisdom and Knowledge!

"What more could anyone possibly expect from you two?" Herabergan spoke calmly, his gaze shifting between Aucuces and Leodero. "Look at you, despite the fact that everything has devolved into complete chaos, you two are still fighting and discarding everything with little regard for the consequences."

"Oh," Aucuces said, turning to face Herabergan. "You should first get off the high horse, Herabergan."

He looked at the Herabergan, who was floating slightly above, holding his book and looking down at them; despite his calm tone, anyone could sense his condescending attitude from his words.

"All right, let's go."

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The six gods were finally able to gather peacefully in a room inside the white castle.

As the sunlight streamed through the stained glass windows, a long silver table with six chairs was present in the centre of the room.

Aucuces sat in the front chair, while Amanines sat at the foot of the table. Lilith and Badhiel sat in the two seats on the right, followed by Leodero and Herabergan on the left.

The seating arrangement was obviously not simple; Aucuces was taking the main seat, not just for hosting this entire event, but also for making it possible, with Amanises coming in second.

"Let's begin."

Aucuces said, while rising his hand to tap on the bronze book on the table.

Several ripples erupted from the bronze book and merged with reality.

It caused the reality around the silver table to blur and haze, and then everything went dark.

The darkness did not last long, as it was illuminated by dim light, revealing a scene of black pyramid-style mausoleums. The entire structure exuded a aura of chaos.

The entire silver table floated in front of the mausoleum.

Immediately, the scene changed, revealing a dimly lit room with a platform in the centre and a man dressed in aristocratic attire standing before it.

A brass book was present on the platform, emitting an absolute aura of order which immediately drew the attention of all gods.

A man stood directly in front of the platform, with brass-coloured hair and golden eyes. He had very attractive facial features and exuded a scholarly aura.

The man in the projection appeared to notice the gazes of six gods, which were now on him and immediately bowed.