Gladstone
Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
As he said this, Clemente's expression suddenly became worried.
"Joelson, you've killed all 20,000 geniuses of the Slaughter Divine Kingdom this time."
"I'm afraid the people from the Divine Kingdom of Slaughter won't let you off so easily!"
When he said this, everyone's faces were filled with worry.
Clemente was indeed right.
If he had only killed Wilfrid and Bartholomew, perhaps nothing would have happened.
After all, this was how the Plane of Slaughter worked.
Joelson had killed two people, proving that he was stronger than them.
The Divine Kingdom of Slaughter would only recruit him, and wouldn't choose to have a god or even a highgod kill him.
But with killing 20,000 people, the nature was completely different!
Those who were able to enter the tomb of the sovereign were all the most talented of the younger generation.
Everyone was a genius in the eyes of others outside.