The Monarch spread his hands: "Didn't I say already? I attacked, you'll die in a few hundred years."
But the Monarch's inner monologue was: Not my business, I'm not that troublesome. If I can chop them, I will; if not, I'll run.
Thinking like this, the Monarch still felt quite impressed in his heart. Ange had so many tactics; just the divine techniques numbered in the dozens, and combinations of divine techniques could exert new effects.
He had heaps of subordinate gods, heaps of fanatics, heaps of wise men, heaps of pets...
"I..." The Gray Divine Star was so angry it almost exploded on the spot, turning its mind inward, wanting to burn the human with black wings, but just as it shifted its mind, it found the Monarch rushing forward, a series of slashes from the Death Scythe came down, fast as a woodpecker.
However, the Gray Divine Star didn't know what a woodpecker was, only that under the Monarch's constraint, it couldn't focus on dealing with the human inside.
