The scene was in complete chaos, the shadow of death hanging overhead, making the figure of the [God] appear even more towering. Even the summoned white shadows, all heroes of civilization, found it difficult to breathe under such immense pressure.
Faced with an increasing number of traitors, the will of Metallurgy wasn't that steadfast. The result of one moment of anger was just that—one moment of anger.
Then he once again fell into fear, his voice dropping by eight octaves: "If we once attach ourselves, the world will fall into despair... I'd rather die here..."
As he spoke, even he began to waver.
Soon after, another white shadow stepped forward, their body trembling with excitement: "[God], please accept our allegiance!"
"We want to become a Level 5 Civilization, Level 6 Civilization, or even become a Peak Civilization! Can you fulfill our wish?"
The blood-red [God] said calmly: "[You are all outstanding contributors to Pangu Continent.]"
