At that moment, the group of paladins led by Oleg, who had stopped the executioners, knelt on one knee before Medille.
“Your Majesty! Grand Admiral Gulliver only proposed such a suggestion because of his concerns. He certainly did not back down in the face of battle! He is certainly not one who fears death or clings to life. Just think about it, Your Majesty, Grand Admiral Gulliver has spent half his life in the military, participating in numerous battles. In which campaign has he not been at the forefront, achieving glorious military victories? With all due respect, I humbly implore Your Majesty to grant Grand Admiral Gulliver an opportunity to redeem himself.”
The God Paladins at the scene also knelt down one after another, pleading for Gulliver. “We beseech Your Majesty, please grant Grand Admiral Gulliver the chance to redeem himself.”
Medille's face turned gloomy.
Gazing coldly at the subordinates before him, he also looked at the standing Gulliver.
In the end, he had no choice but to yield, slowly saying, “In consideration of your pleas for him, I will stay his capital offense for now. However, If he does not cherish this opportunity, or is unable to complete the task I have assigned to him, he will still be punished and none of your pleas will be able to save his life.”
Upon hearing this, Oleg's face lit up with sheer joy. “Thank you, Your Majesty!”
After he finished speaking, he quickly tugged at Gulliver and whispered, “Grand Admiral Gulliver, kneel down and thank His Majesty for his grace.”
The Gods present at the scene were all looking at Gulliver.
Medille also looked at Gulliver coldly.
Gulliver actually wanted to stick to his suggestion of retreating, but he knew that if he continued to insist on it and contradict the God King, the latter King would definitely not tolerate his disobedience. Even if his comrades pleaded for him, it probably wouldn't save him.
Left without a choice, he finally knelt down heavily, lowering his head. “Thank you for your mercy, Your Majesty.”
With an expressionless face, Medille said, “Don't get ahead of yourself. Whether you can keep your head or not depends on your ability to seize the opportunity. This time, I am determined to invade Earth, to slay Nathan, and to avenge Elder Morgon. You will lead the vanguard and be the first to descend upon Earth, paving the way for the Gods. If you can redeem yourself by taking Nathan's head, you'll then be forgiven. Are you willing to accept the task?”
Gulliver gritted his teeth. “Your wish is my command!”
Medille nodded. “Very good. Choose a group of elite warriors and descend upon Earth. I'll be waiting for news of you slaying Nathan.”
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