Capítulo 391: A grin, Against the Odds

Dave let out a wrathful roar of anger, indignation and rage. He couldn't do anything but see the dragon disappearing on the horizon, headed toward Urburg.

His army was still in Qin territory, and the only one that Dave thought was strong enough to stop the dragon was Nick, the undeath god. But the deity, for all its immense power, could do nothing but stare as Urburg was burnt to the ground by black abysmal flames.

The gods of Coquets, the real one, the powerful ones, like Asmodeus, god of hell, or Demiurge the world's architect, Death, or the Undeath God, for all their might, ability, power beyond one's imagination, could not, and were not supposed to interfere in events made by mortals.

It was infuriating, what's worse, Dave was in the middle of enemy territory, in their capital, where he was more than certain that it seethed with a number of soldiers, and elite soldiers strong enough to tear him to pieces in a matter of seconds.