No creativity at all.
Fool.
I wasted my hope on you, expecting you could come up with something impressive.
In the end... I didn't expect you to be such a waste.
Aren't you the Evil God?
Can't you come up with something more thrilling and creative?
"Tsk, forget it, I'm not going to get angry with a waste."
Herbert withdrew his gaze disdainfully, not giving the God of Assassination another look, lifting his head to the sky.
Now, the celestial phenomena stirred by the God of Sinful Desire had not completely dissipated, the black mist gradually fading, but the sky was still gray.
Although he didn't see those cold icy eyes in the black mist, he knew clearly that the Divine were watching him.
They were waiting for Herbert to respond — Mortal, do you see yourself truly as a Godslayer?
His upcoming performance would determine many gods' thoughts about him.
Herbert knew what the gods most wanted to see him do.
