For his own demigods, the Elven Chief God showed a kind and gentle demeanor. The title of Father of All Elves was not given without reason.
"Father God, you know everything, thank you for your mercy," said Scott, visibly moved as if basking in the warmth of spring.
In the elven pantheon, many deities referred to the Elven Chief God as Father God, but this was more a term of respect. Only a few, like the Princess of the Day, were his actual descendants.
"Father God, the Princess of the Day is still in the hands of the dragons."
"If we cannot rescue the Princess of the Day soon, I fear the dragons will indeed hand her over to the demons," Scott said, looking up at the Elven Chief God with a low voice.
"I have been too indulgent with Solinna."
"Her capture is ultimately due to my oversight," the Elven Chief God said softly.
"But Solinna is my child, and so are all the other elves who have fought and bled for our kind."
"In my eyes, there is no distinction between your statuses."
"I will not yield to the dragons' threats just for Solinna."
The voice of the Elven Chief God gradually grew colder, "We have been defeated in this divine conflict, but the dragons will eventually have to pay back double for their actions."
"Every drop of blood shed by my children, I will remember."
With immense reverence for the Elven Chief God, Scott soon left the temple.
Alone in the vast temple where no one else was present, the Elven Chief God propped his head on his hand, quietly pondering, lost in thought.
After a while, a vibrant divine power gathered, forming the visage of the Goddess of Life.
She looked at the Elven Chief God and said, "Solinna is our kin, do you intend to abandon her?"
The words of the Goddess of Life clearly held a note of unrest.
She could not stand idly by while the Princess of the Day was held captive by the dragons, potentially to be traded to the abyssal demons.
The Elven Chief God sighed, "This is a trap."
The Dragon Lord who had just captured the Princess of the Day went straight to the Star Realm; was he really looking to trade with the elven gods?
If that were the case, he wouldn't have demanded a ransom more valuable than an entire layer of the Abyss.
The Elven Chief God knew it was a trap.
And the Dragon Gods knew that the Elven Chief God knew it was a trap.
But now, the Elven Chief God faced a dilemma.
"I know it's a trap, so you want us to abandon our child?"
"Corellon, since when have you been afraid of traps?"
"Where has the brave and fearless Corellon I know gone?"
The Goddess of Life, who valued her children more and thought less rationally than the Elven Chief God, clearly felt dissatisfaction and even anger at his stance.
"Angerthis, have you considered the price the elven pantheon will have to pay to save Solinna?"
"The dragons are plotting something I can't see through, but it's definitely not something that can end well."
The Elven Chief God massaged his temples, looking as weary as a mortal struggling with fatigue.
"Solinna is my blood, and I too do not wish to see her sent into the Abyss."
"But I am severely injured at this moment and cannot leave my divine realm. Facing the traps set by the dragons, it is best to turn a blind eye."
The Elven Chief God was powerful.
But he had many enemies.
Anyone capable of being his enemy was at least of moderate divine power, and many had great divine power. Leaving his divine realm in such a state to rescue the Princess of the Day would be like exposing himself to the eager eyes of his enemies.
If attacked again, Corellon could not guarantee that he would be able to return to his divine realm next time.
Deities are also very pragmatic.
Now, with the elven pantheon weakened, unless they are Corellon's staunch allies, other deities cannot be trusted.
Like in the Star Realm.
It was visible that the Star Realm apostles and the Githyanki stood with the dragon faction.
While not all joined, other races also fought alongside the dragons, but how many forces chose to aid the elves in their time of need?
"Nevertheless, we must try."
"I cannot ignore my own blood."
The Goddess of Life looked at the Elven Chief God and said calmly.
The Elven Chief God furrowed his brows, but seeing the Goddess of Life's determination, he knew she had made her final decision and would not heed his advice.
"I cannot stop you."
"If that is the case, my love, take my divine weapon with you, it may aid you."
As he spoke, a brilliantly
shining divine sword materialized.
Embellished with patterns of sun, moon, and a vast forest, the sword bore the insignia of the elves, reflecting its exceptional nature.
This was the Elven Sword, forged by Corellon on the day he created the elves.
It was his favorite and most powerful divine weapon, nurtured by the faith of countless elves and used to slay their enemies.
As events unfolded in the elven realm, Garon was unaware.
The Lord of the Dragon Court continued his mission in the Star Realm, helping the Star Realm dragons to conquer elven strongholds.
However, Garon was somewhat dissatisfied as, perhaps due to the Star Realm dragons witnessing more potent divine powers, despite his impressive performance and continuous victories, he did not gather much faith in the Star Realm.
"The dragons of the Star Realm have seen the world, making them harder to impress than those from the prime material world," Garon thought, shaking his head as he rested in his lair after another battle.
For instance, looking towards the depths of the Star Realm, one could see clusters of flickering lights.
These were not ordinary lights but the clashing and annihilation of vast divine powers. The gods battling in the depths of the Star Realm emitted divine power residues that radiated across unknown distances.
This was a common sight for the inhabitants of the Star Realm.
Even without the dragon and elven gods, other opposing deities occasionally battled fiercely in the Star Realm.
Thus, the dragons who lived permanently in the Star Realm had seen many displays of divine power and found it hard to develop faith in Garon, a demigod.
"The prime material world, although limited by its planes, has many advantages."
At this moment, Garon appreciated the benefits of the prime material world.
As for the prime material world's battlefield, although Garon had departed, Yuna, wielding the power of deification, took over his role.
As a legendary dragon species on par with Garon, Yuna was not much weaker than him.
The defensive fields and rending breath of the power dragons made this dragon species unbeatably powerful in offense and defense. While Yuna's methods were not as troublesome as Garon's time-based abilities, her sheer destructive and defensive power was even stronger.
Yuna, now in the prime material world, soon began to make her presence felt.
With the Power Dragon Queen emerging to fight, she swept through one elven garrison after another in the prime material world. The demigods she faced were not sealed but nearly all were annihilated by her terrifying dragon breath and died on the spot.
As long as faith does not perish, a deity does not truly die.
However, revival is not an easy task.
Those demigods slain by Yuna would be absent from the historical stage for a long time, and if the elven pantheon weakened significantly, they might never revive.
Because of Yuna's exceptional performance,
Many in the prime material world and the outer planes now discussed just how powerful the legendary dragon species were.
The elves, crushed by two demigod-level legendary dragons in succession, felt a genuine tremor of fear at the mention of legendary dragons, dominated by terror.
Legendary dragon species were generally considered mythical.
Now, with two legendary dragon species actively present, other species no longer doubted their existence.
Having only seen the Time Dragon and the Power Dragon,
Many species were now deeply curious about the last legendary dragon species, the Rainbow Dragon, but so far, there had been no news of it.
At this moment,
Garon rested in his lair, his presence undetected as a strand of extraordinary divine power descended.
Garon extended his dragon claw, touching this strand of divine power.
At the same time, the voice of the Metal Dragon God directly resonated in Garon's mind.
"Garon, begin preparing the Ascension Ritual."
"The elven deities in the depths of the Star Realm can no longer restrain themselves; they will stir up war and then look for an opportunity to strike at you."
"But don't worry about being attacked, Tiamat will protect you."
Upon receiving this news, Garon opened his eyes, a serious light flashing in his platinum dragon pupils.
Stomach of a golden dragon, blood of a twelve-headed drake, body tissues of a Terrasque, roots of a blight tree... one by one, the materials required for the Ascension Ritual were taken out by Garon and arrayed before him.
The silver giant dragon's expression was solemn as he began to chant a deep and lengthy spell.
The materials instantly turned to dust.
With the progression of the spell, magic runes emerged one by one, swirling around Garon, continuously increasing over time—hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands... with no sign of stopping.
Although the Ascension Ritual was a twelfth-ring spell,
Its complexity far exceeded that of a typical twelfth-ring spell. Even Garon needed a considerable amount of time to construct it; previously, Karsus
had spent months completing it.
Garon focused entirely on constructing this forbidden spell.
Unseen to him,
Five pairs of differently colored dragon eyes opened in the silver void, surveying the surroundings and simultaneously shielding the Black Crystal Palace where Garon resided, silently concealing all the vibrational information emitted by the Ascension Ritual.
At the same time,
In the depths of the Star Realm, the true body of the Goddess of Life slowly opened her eyes.
Under the cover of billions of divine lights, her divine body was immensely vast, making even the stars of the prime material world seem like toys in the hands of a child.
The figure that had gone to the Elven Chief God's temple was just a projection of the Goddess of Life.
Her true form had always remained in the depths of the Star Realm, confronting the Metal Dragon God.
In this time of war, the Goddess of Life could not neglect the Metal Dragon God. An unattended dragon of near-great power would be devastating to other elven gods.
Snap, snap…
Countless spiral-shaped conduits of the Star Realm shattered as the sword of the Elven Chief God pierced through the silver void, brutally tearing open a portal that directly arrived in the left hand of the Goddess of Life.
Endless divine power condensed, forming another brilliant divine weapon in the right hand of the Goddess of Life.
This was the Dusk Spear.
On the semi-transparent Dusk Spear, green patterns intertwined, the divine light vast yet gentle, giving a sense of both creating and taking life—a contradiction.
In the silver void, on the other side billions of kilometers away,
A dragon form, too vast to be measured in conventional units and even more magnificent than the Goddess of Life, coalesced.
This was a platinum dragon that seemed forged from metal.
It was Bahamut, the Metal Dragon God, equivalent to the chief deity of the dragons.
In the entire pantheon of dragon gods, the combat prowess of the Metal Dragon God was undoubtedly the strongest. The Immortal Dragon Queen, although also of near-great power, was slightly weaker in combat.
Otherwise,
The Metal Dragon God would not have been able to fight the Elven Chief God in the Sea of Chaos.
Every scale on his body carried an ancient aura, yet was flawlessly intact, exuding strength and beauty. His form appeared to be a blend of gold and silver dragons, filled with power and aesthetic grace.
"Bahamut."
"Solinna is just a demigod and poses no threat to the dragon pantheon. Let that young time dragon release her."
The Metal Dragon God remained silent, just quietly watching the Goddess of Life.
"I can promise you that once Solinna returns to the elven realm, the elven pantheon will formally declare defeat."
In wars between pantheons, a pantheon's formal declaration of defeat can have severe consequences.
Firstly, the prestige of the defeated pantheon would be greatly damaged.
The faith of the followers in their gods would inevitably weaken and decrease.
The victorious side would use the defeated pantheon's prestige as a stepping stone, gaining higher renown. Moreover, many of the same kind, because they achieved victory under the leadership of their deities, would easily develop faith in their gods.
"Moreover, the elves will leave the prime material world, and their former territories will be handed over to the dragons."
After finishing her words, the Goddess of Life looked at the Metal Dragon God, waiting for his response.
The Metal Dragon God, radiating infinite platinum brilliance, spoke calmly, "All that you have mentioned, my dragon kin can obtain through our own strength."
The Goddess of Life said, "But that would come at the cost of countless dragon lives."
The Metal Dragon God's gaze grew colder, "True dragons never fear death, and moreover, if the elves decide to fight to the end and not retreat, they will pay a price a hundred, a thousand times greater than that of my dragon kin."
Faced with the aggressive and uncompromising Metal Dragon God, the Goddess of Life fell silent.
Compared to the dragons, the elves cared more about their kin's deaths and had more considerations.
If they truly commanded their followers to fight to the death, after a while, without the dragons needing to lift a finger, the faith in the elven pantheon would plummet, a consequence they could not afford.
After a moment of silence,
The vast ocean of divine power surrounding the Goddess of Life erupted.
The Dusk Spear and the Elven Sword,
Both powerful artifacts, burst forth with dazzling brilliance, resembling a swirling galaxy, their extraordinary divine powers surging forward to strike the Metal Dragon God.
For the first time, the Goddess of Life initiated an attack on the Metal Dragon God.
In an instant, the two deities traversed billions of kilometers, clashing together.
Boom, boom, boom!
The vast divine powers of life fluctuated violently, clashing with the platinum brilliance, tearing the silver void in two, struggling against each other.
The residual waves of
their divine powers radiated out, destroying everything they swept over.
Fortunately, the creatures of the Star Realm knew better and had long since fled from the gods' battleground, not daring to even glance in that direction.
But this was just the beginning.
In several other divine battle zones, the God of Archery, Solonor; the God of Fate and History, Labelas; the God of Hate, Shevarash… three deities simultaneously erupted.
The Lord of Flames, the World Purger, the Dragon God of Destruction, Kerykeion.
The Trickster, the Dragon of Runes and Deception, Hel.
The Arbitrator, the God of Balance, the Dragon of Justice, Lendys.
Three dragon gods, as opponents to three elven gods, unyieldingly met their attacks.
The overlapping residual waves of different divine powers merged into a storm that destroyed everything.
A total of eight deities, including two of great power, began their battle.
Such a grand scene was rare in the entire history of the multiverse, with vast divine and near-divine powers colliding and annihilating each other.
The entire Star Realm shook in awe.
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