Three subordinate gods are nothing, the strongest is only at the weak Divine Power level... But how can these Magic Puppets possess a Divine Spirit level aura?
He had never experienced the glory of the Goblin Civilization. By the time he became the Dark Night Elf God, the goblins had been erased from the fate line by the gods for millions of years.
Completely unaware that Magic Puppets of this level existed.
And at first sight, there were... 50 of them?
With just a glance, the Dark Night Elf God felt a chill down his spine.
Too exaggerated.
Involuntarily turned to look at Lear.
The majestic and imposing young face appeared before him, seeming to be veiled in a layer of indescribable mystery.
This Majesty, truly unfathomable!
How much time has passed?
To have caused such a commotion... Was the request for materials earlier meant to create these Magic Puppets?
Feeling inexplicably fortunate, it's good that he established a good relationship with the other party.
