"Those demons are already giving me a headache and now even those small gods are talking about me. How troublesome." He spat without minding the woman who was clinging to him.
"Didn't you love fighting?" Aseyas asked as she moved beside the man and took a seat. She then rested her head on his shoulder as she waited for his response.
"Of course, I like fighting but these days those demons keep bringing more and more strong minions that my heroes couldn't deal with them that easily. They are really testing my patience." Freyon was clearly annoyed. If there was one thing that the gods couldn't do, that was to descend to the worlds that were created for them.
They could only share their power with the heroes they chose and could possess them but this would only kill the heroes. Human bodies were not designed to carry that much power from a god. Freyon could only choose several heroes to deal with the demons.