The dark god entered through the barrier without any problem.
He saw that there was a butler standing at the door.
The moment his eyes met with the butler's, he felt as if he was standing in front of creation itself.
"He must be the one whose hand I saw outside."
The dark god thought with horror flashing in his eyes. This man was just a butler.
"You can pledge your fealty to him," Ethan instructed calmly.
"Yes, my lord."
Soon, the dark god took out a portion of his soul and offered it to Ragnarok.
"How many dark apostles can you create? And what are the requirements?" Ethan asked. He was very interested in these dark apostles.
"They are a part of me. I use my blood as an anchor to create them. If a dark apostle dies, and the enemy is not too powerful, my blood can return to me.
So I can create an apostle as long as I have blood. Their strength depends on how much blood I use."
"Alright. Teach that to Ragnarok," Ethan ordered.
"As you wish, my lord."
