Chapter 67.2

"Do you recognize him?" Mello raised his finger. "This is Moya, the god of wine. You see, his hair has turned white. Don't you think it's strange that Moya can grow old like this?"

The crowd was silent. They all knew that Moya was a god, and gods were supposed to be immortal. How could he have grown old and turned his hair white?

Melo turned his head to glance at Kevin, his voice echoing through the ice mask, but it did not sound stern at all. "Surprised? Surprised how I found them? As I said, I always miss the old days. This is not a lie. After the gods fell, the first thing I did was to follow them until I confirmed who they were reborn into. For thousands of years, I have watched them grow old, sick, and die."

Kevin's expression moved slightly when he saw the person in the icicle. Moya, the god of wine, used to be the most energetic of the gods, with dark skin and blue eyes. He was always laughing and showing his white teeth, and he once tried to get Kevin drunk.

This was indeed the first time Kevin had seen him in such an ordinary appearance.

His eyes lingered on the old man's fingers in the icicle for a moment, and then he retracted them calmly. The person embedded in this icicle was not new. He had been curled up there for at least hundreds of years.

Kevin's eyes narrowed slightly as he listened to Melo's words. He had known that the gods had fallen, but he had never imagined that Melo had been watching over them all this time.

Perhaps it was Kevin's calm demeanor that surprised Mello. He waved his hand, and the icicles in the temple exploded one by one with a series of cracking sounds.

Inside each icicle, a person was revealed, all dressed in ordinary clothes. There were men, women, and children of all ages.

"This is the god of wind. He was blind in his first life after being reborn, but I gave him back his sight." Melo's soft voice was barely audible over the sound of the explosions.

"This is the god of thunderstorms, Behemoth."

"This is Eros."

"River God."

"God of luck."

There are also gods of liberty, mountain gods, goddesses of ice and snow...

The people inside the icicles were all gods who had once ruled over the world. They had been reborn into ordinary people, but Mello had found them and imprisoned them in the icicles.

Kevin's eyes scanned the icicles, his expression grim. He knew each of these gods personally, and he was filled with rage at the sight of them now.

"Do you recognize them now?" Mello asked, his voice dripping with malice. "These were your friends, the gods who once ruled over this world. And now, they are nothing more than this."

Kevin did not say anything. His eyes swept over the icicles, his expression grim. He recognized many of the people inside, even though they were now curled up lifelessly.

They had once been his friends, and they had shared many laughs and jokes together.

One of the women, whom Melo had called the "God of the Lake," had owned a clothing store in the Diaspora. Kevin had even visited her shop once, when he was on his way to meet Oswald.

He had been surprised to see that she was now just an ordinary woman, but he had not realized that she was one of the gods who had been imprisoned by Melo.

It was strange to think that these people, who had once been so close to him, were now nothing more than frozen corpses. It was even stranger to think that he had even met some of them without realizing who they were.

There was no point in dwelling on the past.

Kevin's face remained calm as he surveyed the icicles, his eyes flickering with barely concealed fury. He could tell that the gods had been imprisoned for a long time, judging by the age of the icicles.

The oldest one was nearly a thousand years old, while the most recent one had probably only been captured a few days ago.

His eyes then flicked to Melo's wrist, where the skin was paper-thin and the blue veins were clearly visible. The god's weakness was almost palpable.

Kevin quickly made a judgment in his heart. Melo was not as powerful as he seemed. He had been weakened by his imprisonment of the gods.

Kevin stared at Melo's masked face, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and pity. "Show me these for what?" he asked.

"The gods who used to control your life have become the most ordinary and inconspicuous mortals you call, but you have climbed to the pinnacle of this world with your own means, and become a person who can control everything. Do you just want to emphasize this point?"

Melo smiled, his eyes cold and cruel. "Not emphasizing, just showing you the facts," he said.

"I remember when I was very young, every time I saw you, I would tell myself that one day I would become as strong as you, or even stronger. I just wanted you to witness for me, and I did."

Kevin looked at Mello, his lips curling into a faint smile. "People who really feel that they are strong don't need others to kneel down to confirm," he said. "They don't need others to be so-called witnesses. You really... have opened my eyes."

His tone was casual, but there was a sharp edge to it that Mello could not miss. The god's fingers twitched nervously at his side.

Suddenly, he raised his hand, and the people in the icicles melted into powder, like frost from head to toe. In the blink of an eye, they were carried into Mello's body by a strong wind.

Kevin watched this scene with a cold expression. "You're right," he said. "You are strong. But you're also a monster."

"Whatever you say," Mello said, his voice suddenly cooling down. The entire Mirror Island trembled slightly with his no longer calm mind, and the kneeling crowd suddenly trembled in panic.

They could feel the anger of the gods, and they were afraid that the God Empress would go crazy and destroy them and everything in this existence!

The entire temple was stirred by the strong wind, and Melo's white robe was blown up and swollen. He soared into the air and floated higher in the air. He lowered his eyes and looked down at Kevin.

"Besides, there are two of you who haven't seen it yet." His voice revealed a suppressed madness.

He smiled and slapped the nearest icicle, revealing a hooded man inside. An old man in long robes holding a wizard's staff.

The man's face was pale and his eyes were closed. He looked as if he had been dead for a long time.

"Do you recognize him?" Melo asked Kevin.

"This is the Great Elder of the Spirit Race who has been reincarnated for generations," Melo said, his voice dripping with malice. "He is also Feisa."

He bent his fingers into claws and grabbed Sinia violently.

A huge force dragged Sinia away and hit the icicle on his right hand. "This is Thenis!" he said, his eyes glinting with satisfaction.

The crowd gasped in shock. They had never imagined that a powerful god was capable of such evil.