Chapter 1
"We will never allow you to enter the Divine realm monsters! The Four Horsemen will never be a pantheon."
Well that’s just rude. Plus, what idiot named us the four horsemen on his world? There’s 5 of us, it makes no sense.
In front of us stand an assembled army of Immortals. Cultivators from six different species and an unknown number of worlds. All here for one singular purpose, to stop me and my closest of friends from entering the portal to the Divine Realms that will soon open.
"Are you certain you want us to remain here and angry, good sir? Can you afford that price?" Karl, my best friend and lifelong partner challenges him.
"We are not afraid of you or The Young Miss, Black Lord" the Immortal sneers. "No matter how many cities you burn and Kingdoms you overthrow."
"Now Sect Master, you know we’re not bad sorts. We killed only as many as needed killing, no more, no less." I tell him in my best conciliatory voice. The eternally youthful face and fluffy Lycan ears that earned me the title Young Miss often work to calm tensions.
"The Titan Gods will never forgive what you did to the city of Deimos" A giant shouts from the back.
Ah Deimos, city of a hundred million slaves. All free now and the ancient city razed, the nobility annihilated. Screw Deimos.
"If you think they didn’t deserve the Divine Tribulation they suffered, you’re welcome to join them." Karl offers.