“This is invalid,” the lowest of the eight gods threatened. He was glad that the scream he just uttered was buried by the shouts of the humans. 

“I know there is a problem with your origin. However, do you not even know shame? How could you inflict a cowardly pincer attack?”

The flow was bad. No matter the result that followed, the situation right now was unfavorable to the Martial God. He was wounded and crashed down in front of numerous witnesses. He stood back up immediately, but it was a sharp contrast with the Overgeared God floating in the sky.

“......” Grid didn’t respond. He recalled Zeratul’s attitude of ignoring Huroi and repaid it. 

The lowest god noticed his intentions and turned red.

“How is it a cowardly pincer attack?” Huroi asked on behalf of Grid.

The lowest god frowned and clicked his tongue. “Everyone has witnessed Grid climb onto the body of his apostle and they are still watching at this moment. Yet you are going to pretend like you don’t know?”

“Why is My Liege’s magnificent appearance on a dragon a cowardly cooperation? He just borrowed the neck of a dragon, instead of the back of a horse, so that people can look up to him more easily.”

“...Do you think we don’t know the story of Crazy God and Crazy Dragon?! We know that Grid...