"That old crow? Ask him... does he dare to appear in the Abyss?"
"His enemies are far more numerous than mine."
"Now, you'd better have the Master of Dark Crows personally come to save you, or else... even if the Divine Abomination that escaped the seal comes, you will surely die today!"
For how many years, who dared to show such disdain for her?
Did they truly think that in the Original Plane, they could run amok?
The gaze of the Goddess of Misfortune was icy.
Of course, this was only the surface reason; the deeper reason was... she had been silent for so long that even a Tyrant Monarch with such Weak Divine Power dared to provoke her!
She needed to show her blade in the midst of chaos!
So that past enemies, or those malicious eyes daring to covet her Authority, would lower their heads, knowing whom they could provoke and whom they could not!
Today, the Tyrant Monarch was destined to die by her hand!
