After Fishing For 10 Years, I Became A Saint Without Knowing How To Raise Beasts

Prometheus was rather angry.

It was obvious that he held a deep grudge against the Elder Council.

The other person quickly tried to stop Prometheus from speaking, but Prometheus had no intention of stopping, his tone becoming even more determined.

"I'm not messing around here. You can think about it for yourself. If it weren't for those elders who kept stopping us from killing the Knights of the Round Table, we would have killed all of them a long time ago."

"We have known where the Knights of the Round Table were hiding for a long time, and were tracking their movements this entire time before they became demigods."

"The leader of the shrine agreed to fight, and the Great Lord agreed to fight, but the elders refused and vetoed the whole motion."

"F*ck!"

"Back then, as long as the elders had agreed, I would have led my men to annihilate all of them. However, the elders stopped us from killing the Knights of the Round Table time and time again."

"They even said that the moon god race needed pressure to move forward, but look at what happened now!"

"No one knows who among the eight elders leaked this information!"

"Thanks to that, we're now dealing with eight demigods!"

"Our entire moon god race has lost over 10 billion people!"

"So, I really want to catch that traitor from the Elder Council, and then burn his entire family on the tower!"

The moon god race had three major factions, and together they ran and managed the moon god race.

One of them was the Elder Council that the two had mentioned earlier, within which there were eight elders.

The second power was the Great Lord, who represented the monarch faction.

A Great Lord was similar to an emperor, but some of his power was divided between the Elder Council and the shrine.

The shrine was where the moon god race worshiped their ancestors.

The shrine was led by a Saintess, and all of their members were women.

When making major decisions, all three major forces had to approve the decision before it could be carried out normally.

The executor was Prometheus, who led the armed forces.

Prometheus was the general, and the moon god race member next to him was the vice-general.

The moon god race had tracked the movements and actions of the Knights of the Round Table. This was how they had found out about the latter's interactions with Yuchi and moved to establish a positive relationship with the human race.

The reason why the moon god race did not destroy the Knights of the Round Table back then was mainly because the elders had rejected this proposal.

Thus, whenever Prometheus thought of this, he would become very angry. Killing Dao heart realm cultivators was easy for them.

Even if it caused the dissatisfaction of the Sea of Oblivion, it was far better than having so many of the moon god race's citizens dying, right?

"Damn those old farts! They won't be able to find out who the mole is anytime soon. Why don't we kill all eight of them? In any case, they should've died a long time ago!"

After the vice-general heard this, his expression became even more bitter. "My Lord, you can't speak openly about this matter. Otherwise, if those elders heard it, you might be put on trial!"

"When that time comes, things will become very troublesome, so let's not discuss this too much for now."

"Let's just quietly wait for the Elder Council to give us a clear explanation."

When Prometheus heard this, he said sarcastically, "Why do you still not understand what I'm talking about?"

"You're still hoping for those old farts to do something useful? What a joke!"

The vice-general smiled bitterly.

How could he not know what Prometheus was trying to imply? However, his duty was to prevent Prometheus from making mistakes and maintain the stability of the armed forces. Thus, he had to keep Prometheus in check, otherwise the armed forces would be thrown into chaos.

He was there to question Prometheus' decisions and help him to think more clearly. He would often play devil's advocate as well.

"Then what does the Great Lord and the shrine think of this matter?" Prometheus suddenly asked.

Prometheus felt that he still needed to understand the situation. In any case, knowing more was betterm so he would be able to make important decisions at critical moments. Otherwise, it would be too late to regret it when the moon god race fell.

The vice-general's expression clearly became much more serious.

"The Great Lord seems to be doing other things recently. He has not given any instructions for this war."

Prometheus did not find it strange.

"Is that so? The Great Lord is usually a figurehead anyway. After their faction's power was divided, it's hard to say if they play an important role anymore."

"His shenanigans are getting more outrageous by the day, yet his power and influence are declining by the day."

"We can't count on the Great Lord at all. He's just a piece of trash! He's nothing like his father was!"

Prometheus was obviously a straightforward person, and everyone was feeling the sting of such massive losses.

"Alright, then what about the group of women in the shrine? What do they think about this?"

The moon god race member's forehead was covered with cold sweat,

"My Lord, before we talk about this, I have to remind you again that you can't address others that way."

"You're going to be charged with disrespect, and things won't end up pretty after that."

"You have to ensure you only say such things privately. Anything bad about the three factions should be…"

"I get it, I get it. The three factions are all dogs."

The other party was speechless.