CHAPTER 485: CHAPTER 372: FATHER GOD, WHERE IN THIS WORLD IS A CROWN PRINCE OF 70 YEARS?_3

"Detain them all," he commanded. "I want those Colonizers to die without knowing why."

"As you wish, Archbishop."

Upon Dagon’s instruction, the banquet came to an early end, and the ’gods’ began to rise from their seats.

The Deep Dive Church and the Rift Monastery, together forming the Deep Sea Front, commenced their full-scale preparations for war.

Byron’s gaze also followed the much-adored Goddess Freya as she exited the cabin.

However, he then searched their memories further. He hoped to find some hidden cards or defensive flaws among these cultists that could be exploited in the upcoming battle. To his surprise, he discovered that both the Divine Son and Goddess knew far less about the "Legendary Warship·Bayfolk Dragonhead Ship" than Violet. Likewise, they had minimal knowledge of the Deep Dive Church or the situation on the Southern Continent.

This was starkly different from the education that heirs of the Bayfolk Direct Lineage, like Byron and Violet, had received from a young age.

No matter how one looked at it, the Abyssal Horror Dagon’s attitude towards his own son and daughter hardly resembled that of someone preparing heirs.

Dark thoughts began to creep into Byron’s mind: "Within the Deep Dive Church’s sphere of influence, outsiders who wander into their towns often end up ’blindly eating fish’ and subsequently become food. Those ordinary believers in the towns, who live blissfully to the age of forty only to be devoured completely by a god, are designated as domesticated livestock and tools for Anchoring. The Beastliness in those transformed into Deep Sea Affiliated during the ’Ascension’ rituals is merely leftover dregs and cannon fodder. The lucky few who undergo a Spirit Awakening and become Transcendent Species by studying the ’Spiral City Manual’ serve as elite troops and reserve food supplies. Then, what role do the Divine Son and Goddess play? They possess great power but lack corresponding transcendent knowledge and even basic life experience, essentially ’giant infants’."

The more he thought about it, the more disturbingly frightening it became. Especially for a Fifth Order [False God] like him, who had lived for several centuries with no end to his lifespan in sight. He could last for millennia, so why would he need ’heirs’? What could they possibly inherit? In fact, it would make more sense to say that the ones such a being should guard against most are his own Divine Son and Goddess. They share a similar path, possess high compatibility, and could potentially usurp him at any moment! The true purpose of nurturing them seemed self-evident.

As Byron mused on this, his thoughts naturally infiltrated the consciousness of Goddess Freya.

Reminded thus, she instinctively glanced at Dagon, who was heading towards another cabin, then silently lowered her eyelids.

After becoming a Wild Hunt Servant, her heart knew only her master, not her Father God. How could she take such a conjecture lightly?

She silently pondered: "Father God, in this world... who has ever heard of a Crown Prince who remains so for seventy years? You have lived far too long. For my sake, and for my master’s, you should return to the embrace of the Slumbering God sooner rather than later. Whether it’s the Legendary Warship, the Deity Mask, or the whaling grounds, I, my brother who has become Firewood, and my master will all make good use of them."

In the blink of an eye, a brand new ’Father-Anxiety Extinguisher’ was born.

Byron withdrew his consciousness and nodded in satisfaction.

Very good, very spirited!

He had once used his first Wild Hunt Servant, Bootlicker Alvin—the number one sycophant of the Versatile Enchantress Beatrice—to successfully backstab that Grand Wizard.

Now, he was somewhat looking forward to seeing if he could use the body of this patricidal Freya to accomplish the magnificent feat of a mortal slaying a god!

The title of "God Slayer" sounded extremely imposing.

As the night deepened, Byron and Violet had just finished organizing the intelligence on both warring parties and were about to rest. It was then that their old home, the Bantaan Archipelago, sent them yet another great surprise.