Moros looked at William, his mind somewhat muddled.
When he was in the Divine Realm, it wasn't as if he hadn't clashed with Poseidon. The result of those fights was... as soon as Poseidon got serious, Moros had no choice but to flee.
But Moros, unable to defeat Poseidon, wondered if he couldn't even kill one of his incarnations to vent his frustration.
Seeing Moros's puzzled expression, William frowned: "Do you think he can't kill you?"
Moros hesitated: "If he still had his Trident, naturally I wouldn't stand a chance, but his Trident seems to be missing... Although I can't defeat him, it's not so easy for him to kill me either."
William genuinely wanted to slap some sense into this fool.
"If you encountered one of his brothers, I think you'd die miserably," William said. He actually had a decent relationship with Poseidon and understood his temperament. Poseidon could be a bit shameless at times but was generally kind-hearted. Just now, in the sword duel with Alice, he didn't really try to kill her.
He seemed to have realized everything, using his god-slaying strike and deliberately exposing a flaw at the last moment, allowing Alice to overpower his move. Then he allowed himself to be killed.
Otherwise, he could have counterattacked Alice.
Moros's face turned grim, murmuring, "Are you saying he was letting me off in the Divine Realm?"
"What else do you think?" William smiled.
He recalled when Zeus defeated Cronus and seized the heavenly throne, dividing the rule of the world with his brothers.
Zeus, as the King of the Gods, became the ruler of the sky and thunder. Not only the most powerful deity but also responsible for maintaining justice and order. Zeus resided on Mount Olympus and led all the Olympian gods.
Poseidon was given dominion over the sea, water, and earthquakes.
Hades became the god of the underworld, ruling over the afterlife. Hades also oversaw the souls of the dead and the treasures of the underworld.
As for Moros and other deities of witchcraft, they were merely at the level of Destroyer Deity.
Even without his Trident, Poseidon's terrifying power could effortlessly annihilate all twelve deities of witchcraft.
What use is the power of spatial laws in front of the absolute strength of those three brothers? It's just trivial!
It's just that these three brothers, due to certain reasons, don't act hastily. Minor squabbles in the Divine Realm aside, if Moros were to kill Poseidon's incarnation, that would be a real escalation of their feud. And he thinks of challenging Poseidon to a great battle?
That would be courting death.
William seems to be helping Delmar, but in reality, he's giving Moros a chance.
Isn't it good to be alive?
Hearing William's words, Moros fell silent. He was aware of the gap between the twelve deities of witchcraft and Poseidon. Although he had clashed with Poseidon before, he even believed that, with his control of spatial laws, he could survive against anyone but William.
"Alright! Enough talk, decide for yourself what you want to do!" William couldn't be bothered to say more.
If Moros really sought death, then William would just have to execute him after he killed Delmar.
"Thank you for your advice." Moros trusted William's words without hesitation.
His previous hesitation was merely about venting his frustration. Now that he recognized reality, he naturally didn't dare to act rashly.
William suggested, "You could also choose to cooperate with Poseidon. If you want to greatly promote witchcraft, it seems not so easy without allies."
In fact, William is very clear that getting those gods to fully abide by the law is impossible.
He just hoped they would keep their fights away from ordinary people and not cause too much destruction.
Collaborate with Poseidon?
Moros fell into thought again. In the Divine Realm, he knew about the discord between Poseidon and Zeus, but Poseidon's power was weaker...
Perhaps Poseidon would be willing to collaborate with the twelve deities of witchcraft.
"Mr. Johnson, how about you come with me to find Delmar?" Moros suggested. "He's probably afraid I'll kill him, and I'm not good at talking."
William laughed. So you know you're not good at talking?
"Let's go!" William didn't have much else to do, and facilitating peace between Delmar and Moros could be beneficial for everyone.
Most importantly, he also felt Moros was somewhat inept at expressing himself.
They might end up fighting while trying to talk it out.
Moros scanned their residence with his divine consciousness, "He's not in his room."
"I can't sense his presence either. If he's not dead, he must be hiding," Moros frowned.
Logically speaking, Delmar's power level should be much lower than Moros', yet Moros couldn't detect Delmar's presence.
The incarnation of a deity does have some skills.
If William hadn't come along, Moros felt he might really have been unable to find Delmar.
William said, "He's already on Ravenwood."
It must be said, Delmar's skill in escaping was quite impressive; in just a short time, he had already fled to Ravenwood.
The founder of Ravenwood's Arcane Society, Merlin, likely had some connection with Poseidon, so it made sense for Delmar to run there.
"Shall we go to Ravenwood?" Moros, now committed to the promotion of witchcraft as William suggested, understood the need for allies when the forces of the Divine Realm descend in the future.
And he also believed in the saying, "Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer."
Resolving matters clearly today would be best.
"Let's go!" William said, and in the next moment, they vanished, reappearing inside a guest room at Ravenwood.
At that moment, Delmar was deep in contemplation about Alice's strike.
William wanted Alice to learn techniques from him, but he also planned to stealthily learn William's secret techniques.
When William had previously used his sword, it was too terrifying for Delmar to comprehend, but he could grasp the unique secret sword technique in Alice's strike.
Unlike Alice, Delmar's mind was entirely focused on becoming stronger.
William and Moros' sudden appearance in the room startled Delmar, causing him to open his eyes abruptly.
"Really, William? You betrayed me?" Delmar couldn't believe that Moros could have found him without William's help.
They managed to find him, which proved that William's claim about struggling to regain his former strength was just a lie.
William is a liar!
Evidence right there!
So, he directly referred to William as "Liar William."
This meant that the Trident and other Olympian artifacts were definitely still in William's possession,he just didn't want to return them.
William almost gave him a kick: "He's here to negotiate peace with you! If you don't agree, let Moros kill you now, and after your full form descends to this world, you can kill him back."
Moros, standing aside, was at a loss for words.
Is this how William negotiates peace?
Isn't this just provoking hostility?
Just a few sentences, and it seemed like they might bring down the heavens.
"Peace?" A smile appeared on Delmar's face. "Are you planning to form an alliance with me?"
Moros looked at him intensely and nodded: "I don't think we have any deep-seated enmity. Let's shake hands and make peace. If you want to deal with Zeus, I can help you with that."
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