The battlefield was quickly cleared. Aside from discovering some bone weapons in the Half-Fishmen's warehouse, about three to four thousand kilograms of dried fish were found.
Piled up to the brim.
What surprised Lear, however, was that the Skeleton Altar used for sacrifices had no additional attributes.
This left him somewhat disappointed.
This thing isn't a Divine Artifact?
Aren't you a Divine Spirit? How come you don't have a hundred-and-eighty Divine Artifacts at your disposal?
It's pitiful, truly pitiful!
Look down on such a god as you.
Although the Half-Fishman God's remnant soul was obliterated, the Divinity was left behind.
Yet Lear couldn't shake the feeling that the god might not be entirely dead... if these beings were so easy to kill, they wouldn't be called gods.
But having just awoken, they must have been severely wounded.
In his heart, he remained calm. As time passed, the date when Authority would manifest drew nearer.
