After evolving from an eagle-man into an angel, I annihilated the gods.

After the Elven race and the various races of Fland signed a peace agreement.

Within a few years.

At the request of their respective gods, the Ant-Men and Flame Giants of the Balord Continent also sent envoys to the Elven Royal Court of the Fland Continent to sign a treaty.

after that.

As a result, a large number of adventurers from various races of Ferrand traveled to the continent of Balord to explore.

More than a hundred years later.

Some adventurers then settled down in Balord.

Therefore, on the continent of Balord today, when you are near resource-rich areas, it is easy to find some small towns that are a melting pot of different races composed of immigrants from various ethnic groups.

This day.

Uriel traveled to Elsa, a small northern town near the Elsa Ice Lake.

Elsa Ice Lake is abundant with a supernatural creature called Madori Ice Fish, which is of great help to warriors, knights, and mages in their career advancement.

Therefore, a large number of adventurers from various races came here.

This day.

Elsa town is in the middle of winter.

Outside, a fierce snowstorm raged, and the biting wind swept across the town of Balode in the north, blanketing the land with heavy snowfall.

In such cold winter weather, apart from a few hunters, no one in the community went out.

However, an adventurer's tavern in the town was bustling with activity.

Uriel was dressed in a thick white-gold robe, making it immediately clear that he was a believer in the White Gold Moon.

When the Northern and Southern Human races meet on the continent of Balod, they sometimes fight over the color of their robes.

Because the humans who worship the Lord of Dawn also like to wear white robes, after years of use, their robes have turned yellowish, making them similar to those of the northern humans.

Inside the tavern.

The lights were dim and flickering, filled with smoke and an intoxicating atmosphere.

The crowd was bustling and noisy.

The laughter and shouts of the drinkers mingled together, seemingly trying to break through the low roof.

The boorish adventurers slammed their fists on the table, loudly recounting their thrilling adventures, their faces beaming and spittle flying.

In a corner, a group of mages sat together. The elves proudly proclaimed the greatness of the goddess of magic, but the human mages were not convinced, saying that the mage tower was a masterpiece of the human race.

At the bar, the raccoon bartenders skillfully mixed all sorts of exotic drinks, while fox-girls moved between the tables.

The drunken dwarf waved his thick arms and argued loudly with the elf beside him.

The human warriors from the north and the human knights from the south argued fiercely over the legitimacy of humankind.

Different languages ​​and accents mingled together, creating a chaotic yet vibrant soundscape that made the tavern noisy and bustling.

But at the same time, a strange sense of pleasure permeated everyone.

During their arguments, someone would always suddenly stand up loudly and raise their glass.

"Cheers to the wine!"

"Of all the hardships in the world, only wine will not bring us suffering."

"Praise be to the wine, praise be to the gods!"

At this point, some dazed and drunk people joined in the shouting.

"If a god were to bestow upon me fine wine every day, I would gladly die."

Then a voice quickly echoed, carrying a strong suggestive element.

"If there were a god of wine, wouldn't we have fine wine to drink every day?!"

In this rare era of peace, some strange beliefs have quietly emerged.

In the north, the worship of Dionysus began to emerge gradually.

Just as the tavern was becoming noisy.

The tavern door was suddenly pushed open, and a figure carrying a harp walked in.

As the swirling snowflakes drifted into the tavern, they landed on the tables, startling many patrons who were still drunk with the sudden chill.

"Who is it, coming in and opening such a big door?"

"It's freezing!"

Only then did they raise their heads and look at the intruder.

He was wearing an extremely large white and gold robe, and his eyes were deep and full of stories.

"A fat guy who believes in the Platinum Moon?"

A southern human knight frowned.

"A harp, is that a bard's?"

A knowledgeable elf asked in confusion.

However, the next moment, the "fat man" in the platinum robe took off his robe, revealing his pair of pure white wings and his signature long, artistically styled golden braided hair.

"Haha, everyone, I'm not fat."

"He's a bard from the winged race!"

Inside the tavern, everyone—elves, dwarves, ant-men, orcs, humans, and so on—felt a deep sense of awe.

"It is Uriel, the chosen one of the Platinum Moon!"