"It seems that killing your own kind makes you feel very satisfied, right?"
Just as Redwin was absorbing the divinity, a teasing voice rang out.
A golden glow instantly struck his back, forming an obvious imprint.
"This… the sign of magic? A trap?"
Redwin's heart sank as he looked at the people appearing.
They seemed to be a team of adventurers. A female pastor was casting a holy spell while an elderly man and thief were by the side.
A scornful smile was on the thief's face. Just one look had Redwin confirm the Deity identity of the other person.
Of course, there was still the Legend elderly man that made him anxious and doubtful.
"Hehe… What do I see?" Redwin focused on Wayne, and immediately, his eyes became very bright. "A Quasi-Legend Deity, how delightful… Should I thank the Gods for sending you to me?"
"Blasphemer, you have no right to say this!" Efia's complexion changed.
