Richard's heart was in turmoil.
In other words, the Crimson Moon could achieve an effect, but Windsor's idea of slaughtering all the gods and letting the ancient gods condensed from rules rule the world again took a lot of work.
This was also in line with her judgment.
Human nature was selfish. Gods would not disappear as long as intelligent life still had desires.
Because gods were just the manifestation of desires.
Who didn't want to become a god?
The one who had fallen was the previous god. What did it have to do with the next god?
In the future, a god could make more contact with the Crimson Moon.
Two parties could maintain a friendship, but that does not always mean they have to bet everything.
Twilight City should not become a pawn in the big picture.
"Thank you for your answer, Your Excellency Fam. Now, is there anything I can help you with?"
The dwarf god stared at Richard before it shook its head.
