"Merger is fine, but who will be king? You Nordic gods?"
Upon hearing this, Luo En felt a bit helpless.
Who will lead, who needs to submit, that's the crux of the issue.
The two Divine Eras both face the crisis of the doomsday prophecy. Even if they merge to withstand difficult times together, there's no guarantee that the stronger side won't use the weaker side as cannon fodder.
Even Luo En couldn't ensure that in the aftermath of the Divine Era's merger, the Danu Divine Race and the Nordic Gods would stand on equal footing.
Seeing the other party remain silent, Morgan sneered:
"If you have nothing to say, how about I decide? You join the Celtic Divine Era, and I assure you won't suffer any loss. If you doubt my sincerity, we can form a marriage contract, pledge an alliance, supervise each other, as a bond of cooperation between the two sides."
Hearing this, Luo En couldn't help but be amused.
Make Nordic bow to Celtic, she dares to say that.
And she plans to marry me?
