Chapitre 908: The Seed of the King of Hell

When Charles Richards warned that there were consequences to killing a god, he wasn't joking at all.

The message [Dead God!] vanished into thin air seconds after Surtr turned into nothing more than a pile of volcanic rocks. While notifications about experience and items won were still appearing non-stop as pop-ups on players' screens, the whole room began to shake violently.

An earthquake of astronomical proportions began, which caused Alina to quickly lose her balance and fall to the ground. 

Xisrith approached and held out a hand to Alina, helping her up. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, just a little tired," said the mage with the long golden hair. 

Alina, in fact, was practically exhausted. Holding a god with magical chains was far more exhausting than anything else she had ever done, including teleporting the Library of the Magi out of a pocket dimension like the Tower of the Magi.