As the divine war erupted,
Far away in the Black Crystal Palace, Garon, who was constructing the Ascension Ritual, also sensed those vast and terrifying waves of divine power.
However, he was not distracted by this.
The silver dragon lay within its nest, the obscure and mysterious chants continuing unabated, turning into a sky full of magic runes revolving around the dragon's body.
By now, the hidden runes around him numbered in the millions.
Yet, this was still far from reaching the limit of the Ascension Ritual.
Simultaneously, a dragon scale detached from Garon's body and transformed into a small, exquisite divine dragon, only a few meters long.
Within the rotating galaxy of magic runes, the divine dragon quietly waited.
In a distant part of the boundless silver void—a battlefield,
The God of Archery, Solonor, whose divine glow flickered, emitted an extremely sharp divine might, as if it could effortlessly penetrate the barriers of the Star Realm.
This God of Archery held a special place in the entire elven pantheon.
Many elves skilled in archery would worship Solonor.
Due to his special divine office, Solonor's divine power was highly offensive. When prepared for a powerful charged shot, even the divine body of a great power could be pierced if hit.
However, Solonor's direct combat ability was not as strong.
And due to a moment of carelessness, his saint in the prime material world lost his most skilled artifact.
Solonor had to use the Forest Bow instead of the Moonlight Bow.
Both were artifacts, but the Forest Bow was far less suited to him than the Moonlight Bow; it was merely a backup.
His opponent was the infamous Lord of Flames.
The Lord of Flames, the Destroying Dragon God, Kerykeion.
This dragon god was covered in flame-like bright red scales, endless flames swirling around his body, turning millions of kilometers around him into a furnace-like sea of horror.
At first glance, he seemed like an infinitely large ancient red dragon.
Destroying Dragon God Kerykeion, his divine rank was eight, not reaching the peak of lesser divine powers, weaker than both the Immortal Dragon Queen and the Metal Dragon God. However, in terms of the number of followers among the red dragons, this dragon god had the most.
Even the red dragon followers of the Immortal Dragon Queen were fewer than those of the Destroying Dragon God.
However, if the scope was expanded to include all chromatic dragons, then the Destroying Dragon God could not compare with the Immortal Dragon Queen.
In the world of flames, everything turned to ashes.
If there was a concept of space in the Star Realm, then this space would not be able to withstand the might of the Lord of Flames.
In the fiery furnace, one could see Solonor's body enveloped in a divine shield of brilliant red, keeping the raging flames at bay.
"Solonor, you little thing that only dodges, perish in the might of the flames, turn to ash!"
The Destroying Dragon God roared.
The world of flames trembled violently, the endless flames like boiling liquid, continuously pressing and burning towards Solonor.
Solonor did not engage in direct combat with the Destroying Dragon God. He used his divine shield to withstand the fiery divine power while, wrapped in divine energy, moved around the Destroying Dragon God like a light-speed arrow.
The Destroying Dragon God's body, like a star burning with flames, exerted a terrifying pressure, crushing everything and pursuing Solonor.
On the other side, Solonor's gaze sharp and icy, he pulled a distance from the Destroying Dragon God.
He raised his hand.
A bright green light naturally condensed, forming a finely carved bow engraved with delicate wood grain—an artifact.
He drew the bow, stringing it.
The sharp divine power, transformed into a physical arrow through the Forest Bow, appeared as a translucent emerald, resembling a fine piece of art.
But no one doubted its lethality.
As the God of Archery, Solonor's arrows could undoubtedly penetrate worlds and tear apart divine bodies.
The finger released.
Silently, the divine power arrow disappeared from the fully drawn Forest Bow.
In the next instant, like teleportation, the arrow left a straight and infinitely extending trail in the world of flames, shooting directly towards the head of the Destroying Dragon God, Kerykeion.
Kerykeion sensed the counterattack.
But the Destroying Dragon God did not dodge; he charged forward with a torrent of flames towards Solonor.
Boom!
He opened his maw, as vast as a world of elemental fire, and his dragon's breath, belonging to a dragon god, rolled out.
The dark red, destructive flame was like a column reaching to the heavens, clearly different in hue from the surrounding world of flames, carrying unimaginable heat and force.
The divine power arrow was the first to be engulfed.
Within the relentless dragon's breath, the speed
of the divine power arrow slowed, and the solidified divine power composing it rapidly weakened. It was turned to ash before even touching the Destroying Dragon God's body.
But the Destroying Dragon God's dragon's breath still roared ferociously.
Solonor's expression changed slightly, his view filled with an endless red hue.
Once again, he transformed into an arrow-like beam of light, retreating explosively to dodge.
Just as the dragon's breath was about to dissipate, and Solonor breathed a sigh of relief, the Destroying Dragon God's wings suddenly surged with sky-spanning red flame light, accompanied by world-shattering roars, boosting the dragon god's speed explosively.
Solonor was caught off guard and engulfed by the dragon's breath.
When he emerged, his body was wrapped in flames, his divine power rapidly dissipating under the flames' sear, though the rolling flames also weakened.
Solonor had no time to rest.
The Destroying Dragon God, relentless, approached with the force of a tsunami.
If pulled into close combat, the scene would likely become very unfriendly for Solonor.
The God of Archery, bathed in fire, continued to flee, doing his best to maintain distance from the furious Lord of Flames.
"Without the Moonlight Bow, what will you use to fight me?"
"Ha ha, run like an insect, entertain my flames with your fluster."
The face of the Destroying Dragon God showed a cruel smile, appearing more like a villain, while Solonor seemed like the oppressed force of good.
Listening to the words of the Destroying Dragon God, Solonor's expression was a bit stifled.
If he had the Moonlight Bow, his counterattack would have surely penetrated the dragon's breath and inflicted damage on Kerykeion, rather than being wounded and letting the opponent close the distance as now.
"Kerykeion, you are too arrogant."
"If I had the Moonlight, the situation would be entirely different."
The Destroying Dragon God scoffed endlessly.
"Only the foolish would lose their own artifact."
Solonor's expression darkened, but he could not rebut.
Handing over the artifact to a saintly avatar was not unique to him, but he was the only unlucky one whose avatar was captured, the artifact taken and corrupted.
In the silver void, the sea of fire churned incessantly.
The Destroying Dragon God and the God of Archery continued their entanglement. Since Solonor lacked his most adept artifact, his combat power decreased, and given the Destroying Dragon God's high ranking in the dragon pantheon, Solonor was at a clear disadvantage.
However, since the power gap was not large, the Destroying Dragon God could not truly kill or severely injure him.
In another part of the Star Realm,
The God of Hatred, Shevarash, and the Dragon of Runes and Deception, Hel, engaged in a much calmer battle.
The God of Hatred, dressed in a black robe with eyes that seemed to hold hatred and disgust for all things, had an overall gloomy aura.
He also excelled in archery, though not as much as the God of Archery.
His artifact was Deep Darkness, a black longbow.
Black hair, black robe, black weapon, even black lips—if viewed through the lens of modern Earth humans, the God of Hatred's attire could only be described as very alternative.
The hatred divine power, like black fire, swirled around the God of Hatred.
The fire of hatred, which could plunge all beings into extreme emotions of hatred, formed arrows that shot towards the Dragon of Runes and Deception.
In the dragon pantheon, the Dragon of Runes and Deception, Hel, was a female dragon covered in coppery scales, with a personality somewhat similar to that of a bronze dragon among the metallic dragons.
Extremely talkative, even conversing with her enemies during battle as if it were her nature.
"God of Hatred? Whom do you hate?"
The dark arrows pierced Hel's heart.
But the dragon's body simultaneously turned into an illusion of countless runes, the real Hel appearing on the other side, her dragon claw sweeping, and myriad rune blades slashing towards the God of Hatred.
"You must really hate our dragon pantheon."
"But do you hate yourself? Do you hate the Elven Supreme God? Do you hate even the flowers and grass?"
"Hmm, or is it that so many beings hate you, and that's why you are called the God of Hatred?"
Hel's questions returned to the beginning.
The God of Hatred remained silent, facing the incessantly talkative dragon god, choosing to say nothing, but veins throbbed on his forehead.
The black fire consumed the rune blades, but Hel easily dodged.
Hel didn't receive an answer from the God of Hatred but didn't stop talking.
He simply changed the topic.
"You look quite strange, even darker than a crow."
"Our
black dragons would probably appreciate your style."
"Why do you like black so much? I remember elves generally prefer bright colors."
"Oh, right, I forgot you're the God of Hatred; black suits hatred quite well."
"..."
Hel's words echoed endlessly, seemingly never ceasing.
The God of Archery chased and entangled with the Destroying Dragon God.
The God of Hatred matched against the Dragon of Runes and Deception.
The last, the God of Fate and History, the Sage of Dusk, Rabylas, naturally found himself on the same battlefield as the dragon of the pantheon, the Dragon of Fairness and Justice, Landys.
Due to their special divine offices, the battle between these two was also relatively calm.
The God of Fate and History used his divine power to conjure heroes from the elven past, believed lost to history, forming a vast army that surged towards the Dragon of Fairness and Justice, Landys.
Landys, resembling a silver dragon,
However, his dragon scales were a dull silver, not bright, and his body was perfectly proportioned, appearing slender and balanced. His scales were orderly and perfectly fitted.
This dragon god had two artifacts evolved from his divine offices.
The Sword of Judgement and the Scales of Justice.
Facing the army summoned from history, Landys's expression remained calm, his pupils reflecting each elven hero, and judging their sins in his heart.
"Enemies of the dragon race, guilty."
He said softly,
As a judge, Landys had his own standards of judgment, which were quite flexible and not rigidly fixed.
At this time, based on the judgment that being enemies of the dragon race was a crime, he considered all elves as sinners.
The Sword of Judgement's lethality against sinners would explosively increase.
In an instant, numerous smaller Swords of Judgement, each bearing ancient dragonic runes, appeared above the dense crowd of elven heroes.
With sounds like low dragon roars, all the Swords of Judgement fell simultaneously.
Hiss, hiss, hiss...
The attack of the God of Fate and History was thwarted.
This elven deity looked up, seeing the largest Sword of Judgement above him,
Shining brightly, the Sword of Judgement fell.
At the same time,
The God of Fate and History held a book in his hands.
It appeared ancient and weighty, as if it had endured endless passages of time.
The Chronology.
This was the artifact of the God of Fate and History.
The time stream in the Star Realm, which had been stagnant, began to flow, and in the subtle ripples, the physical body of the God of Fate and History gradually disappeared from sight.
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