GREED: ALL FOR WHAT?

He is one of the many gods happy to see this. The human gods whose territory is being demolished are definitely not happy. They are still fighting a war with the other gods, but then a new problem emerged for them.

"That's what happens when you have the largest territory. Odds are that if something will go wrong, it will go wrong in your territory."

The humans are taking a beating from the gods and divine beasts. He liked seeing it very much.

He was contemplating what to do about the divine beast when the announcement came. On one hand, it is good that the Zephyro is causing losses for other gods, but it is also growing stronger the more destruction it causes. So it will eventually grow strong enough to threaten his territory if left alone.

He wants to see the pain of his enemies, but he also doesn't want that pain to be visited upon him. But now he has to think about the Tower of Realms.

So he asked his angel, "What is the tower of realms?"

The bright little thing appeared beside his head in a flash of light. It twirled around before replying. "The Tower of Realms is the major requirement needed to gain access to other divine realms. All four divine realms occupy the same spot but in different layers of space. They are normally separate from each other, but the Tower of Realms creates a link between them."

"The towers still need something else for them to be used for inter-realm transportation, though. But in the meantime, they can be used by Pantheons to gain power."

"Pantheons will fight in the divine war to gain control of any of the towers. It will be a free- for-all between every Pantheon. Or should I call it a battle royale?"

Legion-1 shrugged and said, "I don't much care what it is called."

The angel tittered, "I'm sure you don't. Anyways, the only Pantheon still standing within a tower after at least a day of fighting will gain control of the tower. The tower in turn will boost every god in the Pantheon with power."

His interest was finally aroused. He said, "Hmmm. That's what I care about. Tell me more about these boosts."

The angel replied, "There are five towers in total. They boost Strength, Endurance, Speed, Authority or World Power. One Pantheon can gain control of all five towers."

"In fact, one pantheon can gain control of the five towers in all four divine realms. The boosts will double for each tower of the same type they control."

"But these boosts are only temporary. The divine war for the control of the towers will be held once every five years, and the boost will only be applied after the divine war. So a pantheon can lose control of a tower and the boost it provides if they don't win the divine ear every five years."

Legion-1 considered what it said and said, "If I am getting this right, this tower will not only cause war between the Pantheons of a realm, it will also cause a war between many realms. Is that so?"

The angel replied, "It is so, but it is not special. There are other things that will cause wars between realms. Power and benefits have a way of doing that."

He nodded. "Yes. Power and Benefits. We must prepare for this. I am sure the other gods would want to band together against us. To prevent us from gaining any tower."

Then he told his heroes to go and kill the divine calamity. They are not his strongest forces, but they are immortal, so he can throw them at everything without much care.

Meanwhile, he called for a council meeting with his subordinate gods. They had won the Pantheon war that was used to distract them by a landslide. But now they have to prepare for something bigger.

The three heroes of the 9 Crowns were doing what they were asked to do. They were hunting humans. They hunt to kill, but most of it was to enslave. Then they would return to the orc empire with the captured slaves.

That's what they do most of their time. Now they are currently resting by a fire. It is nighttime, and they need rest occasionally.

They were roasting a wild pig over the fire for dinner while they chatted. Only two of them were chatting, though.

Sharon, who has changed her name to Tempest, is busy studying while the other two chat. She was working out the workings and formulas for spells in her grimoire.

It is how spell casters increase their proficiency in spells. They don't need to fight or train physically like warriors. Most of their training is mental.

She is too focused on her work and can't spare the attention to join their conversation. Not that they wanted to chat with her. So they don't mind her absence.

Taylor, or One Sword, said, "I wonder when he will give up. It will take a while, but he should get it eventually."

Black Knife examined a knife in his hands and said, "It should be soon. His spirit will break when he sees us again and realizes that we truly can't die."

Taylor snorted. "I don't want him to give up, though. I want him to keep sending men after us to kill."

Black Knife nodded. "Maybe we should keep him alive for that and only get rid of him when he is no longer useful."

Taylor smiled at that. "We have to keep leading him on, though. Maybe we take one of his family next."

Black Knife smiled too. "We should take his daughter. His precious daughter. I'm sure he will be incensed then. He might chase us to the ends of the world for it."

The two of them worked out the plan to keep the king's men after them. They have made a name for themselves in this kingdom. It is a bad reputation of killing and pillaging, so the king of kingdom they are tormenting sent soldiers to apprehend them.