A God's true form would typically be tall and sturdy. This was the result of their believers' faith, as well as a natural result of their tremendous power.
Although there were some Gods who were small in size but had great strength and sufficient mana, that was only a special case. In most situations, it would be quite easy to distinguish a God's strength from their physical appearance.
A God who appeared as if he was a gigantic God that caused the world to change color just by standing there and had an imposing aura would probably have his own background music and burning effects. He would definitely be a major boss.
However, Anslo's appearance was rather silent and even pitiful.
If it was shrunk countless times, this Lord God would look like a middle-aged elven scholar. His statue always held a scroll in one hand and a longsword in the other, symbolizing that whether it was in terms of wisdom or martial arts, this Lord God was the best existence in the world.
Actually, he had many nicknames. However, "Anslo the Wise" and "Anslo the Knowledgeable" were the most common. His image of being wise and knowledgeable seemed to be deeply ingrained in everyone's hearts. However, among other species' undying existences, the name "Anslo the Schemer" was still more deeply ingrained in everyone's hearts.
Anslo had single-handedly come up with the plan to overthrow the Gold Elves, successfully accomplishing a dream that the Great Demon Empire, Beastman Empire, and all the human kingdoms had been dreaming of for countless years. He had started a new era for the elves … even if it was an era of decline and separation.
Still, no matter what, he had climbed from a nobody to the peak of the world. His slyness and wisdom were still talked about by many to this day.
For so many years, he had always been the ruler of the elves. Even though the elves were weak, under his guidance, the human kingdoms were constantly having conflicts and weakening. "The elves' friendliness" was treated as "the devils' trust".
If the elves were having internal and external conflicts in other species' countries and exhausting other species' resources, then Anslo was doubtlessly the creator of this policy. He was the source of all the conspiracies.
But from another standpoint, anyone who hated the elves would definitely hate Anslo as well.
In order to save the elves, I would naturally have to face the Chaos War God Donatis. This was something that would definitely be impossible to avoid. And everyone knew that in order to deal with a Main God, another Main God would be required.
Of course, I wouldn't risk my Main God's life for the elves. Naturally, I would have to have this Main God personally come.
But now, this big shot looked very unsightly.
The current him could no longer hold a sword in one hand and a scroll in the other. After all, a large part of the right side of his body was missing. From his right shoulder to his right hand, it had disappeared without a trace. It seemed that the news of him being heavily injured was true.
That was to be, since he had brought the Order Divine Kingdom into the Chaos Chaos. It was only natural that he would be greatly weakened after completing his transformation. Now that he had been attacked by two Main Gods.
His Body injured meant that the God's final line of defense had been broken. His body. God. his final defense. God god god god. his final form.
The gigantic Giant God didn't block the Demon Wave as soon as he appeared. He was surrounded by starlight, and his rather elegant golden one-handed sword glowed with silver light. The hurricanes around him swept up countless demons. Existences that weren't powerful enough didn't even have the right to face him directly.
God. God.... that........ God...
The giant black God didn't move. He slowly drew out the obsidian greatsword that was stained with divine blood and pointed it at his opponent.
Chaos War God Donatis never had the habit of wasting words on a real battlefield. His etiquette of raising his sword was his acknowledgement of a powerful opponent, as well as his determination to kill any opponent who tried to stop him.
In the next instant, he moved. The blizzard could not stop his charge. His footsteps were fast and heavy, and with each step, dozens of demons were trampled into meat paste.
His target was us, who were in the middle of summoning a forbidden spell. However, his eyes were locked onto the Main God in front of us.
This was his final choice. If Anslo chose to stop him, then it would be a battle to the death between two Main Gods.
Clang!
As expected, Anslo's black greatsword was blocked by a slender silver sword. Anslo expressionlessly looked at the black figure. His godlike face didn't show any emotion at all. However, he probably had to swallow his bitterness and helplessness.
Anslo had no other choice. The situation was right before everyone's eyes. Only by stopping Donatis would the elves be saved.
Donatis wouldn't back down either. How could a half-crippled Main God possibly stop him … No, he was quite happy to see this scene before him.
He smiled. This was the first time that this giant black God had clearly smiled. It was a smile of extreme delight. It was a genuine delight from a warrior who finally had the chance to fight to the death after living in peace for so long.
Anslo didn't waste any more words, because words would be meaningless at a time like this. No matter who it was, anyone standing against the demon wave would be his prey.
Anslo jumped up and viciously sliced open the ground. His greatsword's sword energy directly created a canyon that countless demons fell into.
The slender silver sword and the black greatsword kept clashing. However, any demon that came into contact with the shockwaves from their clashes would be instantly shattered. The ground trembled as if it was unable to withstand the frightening power. Cracks appeared all over the ground, and a fierce wind howled in the sky. In the midst of the heavy snow, a dimensional crack was torn open.
This was a battlefield of despair. Two giants roared angrily as they fought against each other. Just the shockwaves from their battle could destroy the entire world. Main God level existences fought in such a direct and barbaric manner.
Anslo's Divine Kingdom and personal domain were both expanding, but they directly canceled each other out. Anslo didn't even need to use the magic that he was most skilled at. At such a distance, he could cast a simplified spell that could possibly tear apart Donatis's armor.
Bodies that contained divine power were the strongest weapons. Both sides unhesitatingly chose the most barbaric method of melee combat.
The demons in the demon wave were quite unlucky. Not only would the shockwaves from their attacks kill them, even the dimensional cracks and cracks in the ground would be fatal.
No matter how this battle ended, the dimensional laws of this world wouldn't be stable for a long time to come since this was a battlefield between two Main Gods. It was destined that no one would be able to live here.
But even so, the demon wave continued charging towards us. Even though their companions' heads were being stomped to smithereens right in front of them, they still instinctively attacked the greatest threat.
"Sonia! And those Elven Gods who are cowering like turtles! Your boss is already fighting with his life on the line, yet you're still cowering like turtles!? Your people are watching you! You're courting death! Is this how you repay the believers who worshiped you? "
Her angry roar echoed in the sky. The next instant, a sigh echoed in the ears of every living creature on the battlefield. The helplessness and despair in that sigh made everyone feel the same way.
Countless Heavenly Dimensional Doors opened up in the sky, and numerous silver and gold Order Gods walked out. Behind them, the Valkyrie and angels unhesitatingly entered the battlefield and attacked the demon wave.
"Yes, yes, yes, that's right! Fight for me, my brave warriors!"
Her mocking laughter was ear-piercing and piercing. However, even the hot-tempered Silver Elf War God Sonia had no intention of retorting.
The Gods joined in to stop the Demon Lords. The Elven Gods' Valkyrie, angels, and God Envoys took care of the demon wave's demon war slaves. Both sides fought against each other.
"Tsk, tsk, what a group of good dogs. Properly block those mad dogs for me. Sacrifice yourselves, fight for me, and die for me. I'll help you save the elves. Tsk, you're all trash. You actually want an outsider to save your own kind. "
"Roland …"
Anslo, who had remained silent all this time, finally spoke up. His murderous intent and anger were direct and deep. Just the sound of his voice was accompanied by thunder and wind.
"If you dare to talk back, I'll turn around and leave!"
Anslo and Sonia's mouths twitched, but they didn't say anything in the end. A rare moment of awkward silence appeared on the battlefield. Meanwhile, Anslo's opponent, Donatis, unhesitatingly started laughing maniacally.
"Haha, trash Anslo! You two brothers really are at each other's throats. Indeed, a Main God actually has to work as a fighter for mortals. You're truly trash. "
However, nobody responded to Anslo's joke. That voice ignored Anslo and continued mocking the Elven Gods.
"Trash, block those bastards for me. Failing to cast this spell will mean the destruction of the elves, just like how you destroyed the Gold Elves back in the day. Do you intend to destroy the remaining elven bloodline? You destroyed the Elven Empire and caused the elves to decline. Now, you want to destroy your own species as well? You're truly the perfect guardian God! "
Although Anslo's words were quite unpleasant to hear, they were indeed the grim reality of the current situation. Every word he said was extremely harsh. However, the Elven Gods didn't dare to talk back, afraid that their only hope of survival would turn around and leave.
After all, the Mist Kingdom was no secret among the Elven Gods. With so much hatred accumulated between the two sides, it was entirely possible that the Elven Gods would turn around and leave.
And if these words were spread, the Elven Gods would likely no longer have any faith or honor to speak of.
The depression in the Elven Gods' hearts transformed into actual killing intent. Yet, they could only vent it on their opponents, and they even had to sacrifice their lives to protect the target of their mockery. This sort of frustration made them want to vomit blood.
"That's right, that's right! Good dogs, keep biting! I have faith in you, and I wish you victory! Kiss! Dear Elven Gods, dear Anslo, I, Roland Mist, love you! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! "
The sound of flying kisses came from the loudspeaker. Finally, Sonia couldn't take it anymore and turned around.
"Yongye!"
But the next moment, he shut his mouth. At this moment, the Ice Aeon spell was fully activated, causing the entire world to snow. The forbidden spell Ice Aeon had begun anchored everything in the world, and was about to enter its final explosive phase.
The Elven Gods instinctively sensed that Armageddon was about to arrive, and the berserk demon wave began to move. The Elven Gods and their warriors could only do their utmost to stop the demon wave.
Meanwhile, on the new Borealis, I was currently casting a spell and couldn't make a sound, so I felt rather helpless.
"Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Yes, I did. I'll properly repay you in the future."
Alright then, everyone understood that I wasn't the one who said all of this. I was using my magical pet's words to incite the Elven Gods to come out in full force. There was no need for me to attract so much hatred.
Harloys' current appearance was quite unique. Snow was falling everywhere, but her face was flushed red with excitement. Her dress was drenched in sweat, and her golden curves and tall figure were all on full display.
Her eyes were filled with tears, and her legs were trembling as if they were numb. Sometimes she would jump up and down, and sometimes she would angrily glare at the Elven Gods. Perhaps she had waited far too long for this day.
Originally, I could have stopped her before, but it was rare for Harloys to be so happy. Why would I stop her?
Besides, after doing this, the Elven Gods had completely lost all their dignity. How could a God with no dignity possibly obtain devout worshippers?
Perhaps I had attracted so much hatred, but if I pointed out that the Elven Gods had caused the elves to go from prosperity to decline, as well as angrily berating the Elven Gods for their mistakes, it would be easier for the Northlands Elven Empire to obtain the hearts of the people. However, if Harloys had been the one to speak up, there would naturally be some former Elven Gods who would hate her for this. I could clearly see the pros and cons of this.
Reputation? Was reputation something that could be eaten? In this rotten world, it would be better to have a bad reputation.
"Tsk, so what if you hate me? Bite me if you dare? You want to kill me? Remember to get a queue number. Who knows how many people are queuing up in front of you useless Elven Gods? "
"Tsk, you hate me …"
"Hey, hey, hey, Harloys … forget it, just do whatever you want. Treat today as your birthday. Have fun and have fun."
Due to a certain someone's evil intentions, the words in my mind transformed into actual ridicule. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry as I looked at Harloys who had such a smug expression.
"Silly cat, I've done what I promised you. Remember to owe me a favor."
"Meow."
The Gold Elves cooperated by growing cat ears and a tail. They were quite cute, and the cat's meow sounded coquettish and tender, giving me goosebumps. However, I didn't understand what it meant.
"Meow (I will repay you with my life!)"
"… Forget it. You're the boss today, so go crazy all you want."
"Idiot, meow. Blockhead, meow. "
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