Lee Gun continued reclaiming the prisoners. This time, he pointed at a god wearing thick armor and having the head of a snake. “What about him?”

[That one’s good. He’s useful. Ah. Only his head is useful.]

“Ok.”

Poo-hahk!!!

Lee Gun sent the snake god’s head flying with his hammer. He didn’t seem to feel any guilt even after sending someone of his own race(?) flying. As if that wasn’t enough, he then blasted everyone that looked to be that god’s comrades.

This was why not even the shadow of a guard could be seen within the prison.

Lee Gun dusted off his hands and looked behind him. Several hundred freed gods stood behind him. “Is that all? Did we gather them all?”

[We still have a bit more left, but… this should be enough.]

The freed Constructs were dumbfounded. They were the gods who used to be affiliated under the past Serpent Bearer.

After Aslan’s death, the Great Spirits had forcefully dragged them away and coerced them to work for the Great Spirits a couple hundred years ago.

However, the Constructs had refused to yield, so they were locked up in this prison for several hundred years.

“I never expected this day to come…!”

“Master…!!”

“Young Master…!”

“I heard the rumor, but I never expected it to be real…!”

These were gods that he had never seen before, yet they looked at him with trust in their eyes. It wasn’t just their gaze.

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