Grevor lifted his head, casting Orson a venomous glare. With a cold laugh, he said, "I was chosen by the Light God to be His emissary walking the world. Who do you think you are, to have me serve you as my master?"
"I'm no one special, just someone who can take your life whenever I want," Orson replied, a smirk creeping onto his face.
Grevor wasn't particularly strong at the moment, but once he completed the soul fusion and became a Four-Winged Archangel, he would be a legitimate Demi-God Supreme. Earlier, even though he couldn't use the Demi-God Laws, he and the Crimson Lizard King were still being suppressed by the Archangel.
If it weren't for Veijander, Orson might already have been slain by Jenonis.
An ancient parchment floated in front of Grevor.
Grevor sneered, "You think you've got it all figured out, but it won't go the way you want. The soul of the Archangel is merging with mine, and the Archangel represents the will of the gods!"
