"Hahaha... My lord, do you intend to make every realm, the entire Mortal World, kneel before you?"
Hearing Westheid's declaration, Mephit's body trembled with uncontrollable excitement.
Conquer the Mortal World!
The mere thought was outrageous, utterly preposterous. In the past, no one would have believed it; they would have simply scoffed.
'Don't people understand who really calls the shots in the Mortal World? Ordinary mortal kingdoms are one thing, but the Realms of Order are paradises protected by Celestial Gods. Without the approval of a Divine Ancestor, it's impossible to rule over a Realm of Order.'
'Gaining the approval of even one Celestial God is a miracle in itself. Did he expect to become the darling of multiple gods, an eternal Divine Chosen?'
