"No wonder it's called the Final Banquet, I do feel incredibly hungry..."
Gary Smith whispered, feeling an endless hunger surge like crashing waves, constantly assaulting his mind and reason.
Once all the Ten Thousand Heavenly Realms have been consumed, Doomsday will naturally come!
Whether it be humans, the world, or deities, they are all just food at this banquet, mere distinctions between the appetizer, main course, and dessert.
This was also the first time after Eggy's evolution into a juvenile Doomsday Dragon God that Gary Smith used the armed form of the Final Banquet's authority.
Indeed, it's not an ability, not a mythical level skill, but...
Authority!
The true power of a deity level!
The first course, a Seraph Chief...
Seraph of Love—Mikael!
At this moment,
The Foolish Minstrels started playing a chaotic, ignorant, ancient melody, resonating through time, echoing in the Celestial Realm.
"This is..."
