How can I let you charge into battle while I sit back and enjoy the fruits?

Just leave the Kingdom of Hightins, the only one with a King’s Title, to me. My Deity Mask is perfect for infiltration combat."

Having said that, regardless of the admirers’ attempts to retain her, she transformed into a streak of light and vanished into the collective subconscious of Hightins.

"Frey..."

Behind her, three male mythical creatures were deeply moved.

Although the reputation of beauty gods in various myths has never been very good, Freyja is not only independent in character but also considerate towards them, mindful of their feelings, and is so beautiful—a genuinely good girl!

Retracting their mesmerized gazes, they glared at each other fiercely, each targeting one another.

Thinking that if it weren’t for the other two interfering, such a good girl would definitely belong to them.

It wasn’t wasted that they scrimped and saved, offering their hard-earned treasures/strength-enhancing "Mermaid’s Tear"/rare miracle objects to Freyja.

She must not want internal conflict within the church, that’s why she maintains a distance from them.

That must be the case—such a girl with a broad view of the situation, I... love her even more now!

"Hmph!"

The three mythical creatures snorted coldly at each other before flying off in different directions.

Byron’s current strength was clearly inferior to the oncoming Old God Church Coalition, with the only advantage being his foresight into their movements.

The actions of the Kin in both Hightins and Iron Anchor Bay have long been under his surveillance.

That alluring Goddess of Love and Beauty just landed into the collective subconscious of the Kingdom of Hightins, and suddenly her vision blurred. When she blinked again, she found herself inside a temple surrounded by black rivers.

It felt like the hero’s paradise "Elysium" deep in the underworld, surrounded by the Nether River, as described in myths.

Appearing before her, seated high atop the divine throne, was Byron, the King of the Wild Hunt, radiating brilliantly and breathing in sync with the collective subconscious of all Hightins.

Byron, through constant centralization, complementing the Magna Carta with the Golden Law, and applying his Underworld Authority, was deepening his grip on this land.

What about the divine domains of Great Red Dragon Abaddon? God of Abundance Sarnanos’s divine domain? Slumbering God Kraken’s divine domain?

Those are my divine domains!

Seeing him, Freyja immediately fell to the ground, excitedly praising:

"Praise Saint Byron, my master."

Unlike her distant demeanor facing a group of admirers earlier, she was now full of submission and reverence, not only bowing at Byron’s feet but also devoutly kissing the tip of his boot.

That wasn’t enough; she untied a storage miracle object from her golden belt, shook it, and poured a dazzling collection onto the ground.

If the three admirers were present, they would instantly recognize that these were the treasures and cultivation resources they once "voluntarily offered" her in a showing of affection towards the beauty god.

Not only was not a bit of their offerings touched, but it also included what originally belonged to Freyja as an extra.

At this moment, she considered all of it as offerings, sparing no expense to please her master, whom she hadn’t seen for nearly a year.

Byron looked at this goddess, once raised as a reincarnation vessel by her pseudo-god father (from Chapter 371), who eventually turned to the light, and nodded in satisfaction:

"Rise, let’s talk business."

"Yes, my lord."

Freyja clung to Byron’s calf, rubbing slightly before reluctantly standing up, instinctively wiping the moisture from her lips, her eyes enchanting and almost dripping.

If Byron’s gaze showed even a hint of desire, she would surely immediately offer herself, willing to devour Byron alive.

This Goddess of Love and Beauty was evidently affected by Byron’s constitution.

As the ultimate "transform," it was much stronger than the previous Innate Cowherd Holy Body’s effects, naturally inducing powerful allure among certain humans, non-humans, bizarre creatures, and evil spirits.

Now, ordinary people with an average life expectancy of over thirty would easily be invigorated just by smelling it, have strong health just by chewing a hair strand, and live for years by consuming some flesh without issues.

Especially to the opposite sex, his aroma was deadly enticing. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Byron’s Nether River could digest divinity, and other gods might become his food.

But Byron himself couldn’t escape inciting mouth-watering jealousy from other Kin and Evil Gods.

This side effect is hard to overcome.

Freyja tightened her legs to avoid losing composure, mingling respect with a hint of excitement:

"Master, the Dragonhead Ship Valhalla and Dagon have already entered Iron Anchor Bay, when shall we act?

With my experience from backstabbing Yemengade last time, I will surely perform even better this time."

This goddess, after being transformed into a Wild Hunt Servant by Byron, had splendidly evolved into a Father-Anxiety Extinguisher, and is currently the deepest inside agent lurking in the Old God Church Coalition.

Every day she chants: "How can there be a seventy-year-old Crown Prince in the mortal world?" constantly ready to help Byron backstab her own father.

Byron, having learned from several Oak Sages and Moth People that the Deep Dive Church was also part of the alliance, immediately contacted Freyja, preparing to use the Deep Dive Church as a breakthrough point to strike first.

At this current juncture, the principal figures from other sects have not arrived yet, severing their tentacles is merely a flesh wound.

But it’s different with the all-in Deep Dive Church; Byron knows it inside out, capturing Dagon the Archbishop essentially uproots this branch church.

Moreover, none of the four equivalent or high-order quotas for Wild Hunt Servant has been used so far.