A younger generation that went crazy from playing?
Eve's heart skipped a beat as she thought of a certain red dragon that was slowly approaching Myrtle mode under the temptation of delicious food and massages from players …
It was said that when the Orcs were attacked, it was even more excited than the players and rushed to the front every time.
If not for the players stopping it, it would have rushed out of the camp to fight with the Behemoths when the Orc army attacked the city. It could be said that the Red Dragon's impulsive nature was displayed incisively and vividly.
But … old friends?
The Platinum Dragon King was a Silver Dragon, and Tiberia was a Red Dragon. Although Reinhardt was respected even among the Color Dragons, the relationship between the Metal Dragons and the Color Dragons shouldn't be that good, right?
Not to mention, Reinhardt was a Dragon God, and it was very likely that he was a Dragon God second only to the Ancestral Dragon. He shouldn't have made a trip just because of a younger Red Dragon, right?
Eve was a little confused.
Seemingly noticing Eve's slightly raised eyebrows, the Platinum Dragon King Reinhardt smiled and explained, "Tiberia is my younger sister and my younger sister.
"Tiliya is the child of the Red Dragon King and my sister. Although the relationship between the Metal Dragon and the Color Dragon is not good, we are old friends."
Red Dragon King? And Reinhardt's younger sister?
Wait …
The child of a Red Dragon and a Silver Dragon?
Eve was a little surprised.
With the inheritance of the World Tree, she knew that different dragon species could give birth to offspring and would only inherit one attribute.
However, Eve didn't expect Tiberia's origin to be so great. She was actually a cross between a Metal Dragon and a Color Dragon.
Those that were called Dragon Kings were all Dragon Gods.
Tiberia was also considered a second generation of Gods.
However, the direct descendants of Gods were basically at least Demigods.
Especially the Ancient Gods with powerful bloodlines.
And Tiberia was just an ordinary Red Dragon with slightly stronger abilities …
There seemed to be some secrets that Eve didn't know about.
However, since Reinhardt didn't say, Eve wouldn't ask.
That wasn't the main point.
"Of course, that's only one of the reasons. The main reason I came here is to see how those little guys are adapting."
Reinhardt continued.
So his goal was those little Dragons with purified bloodlines!
Eve understood.
Platinum Dragon King Rhinehart had always been proud of his dragon heritage. It was normal for him to be concerned about this matter.
However, Eve had a feeling that this was not the only reason why Reinhardt came to the Elven Forest so frequently. Perhaps it had something to do with her …
She had already guessed it before, and Hella had also mentioned that Platinum Dragon King Reinhardt admired the previous World Tree very much. It was very likely that he had guessed her true identity, but neither of them pointed it out.
Since the other party didn't mention it, Eve naturally wouldn't expose herself.
It did not matter whether Reinhardt had guessed her identity or was simply curious about the "new goddess of the elves".
As long as he could confirm that the other party had good intentions, that would be enough.
Thinking of this, she smiled.
"The Chosen One likes the little ones very much. They also grow very quickly, but … if you want to see them, you can only go to the Desert of Death. Now, all the Dragon Whelps have followed the Chosen One to participate in my Holy War, including the Red Dragon Tiberia."
Reinhardt looked a little surprised. He couldn't help but size up Eve and smiled bitterly.
"You seem to be better at fighting than I thought."
Is he trying to say that I'm good at fighting?
Eve criticized him in her mind.
"However, it's good to fight."
Reinhardt changed the topic.
His expression turned solemn as he sighed.
"Only a Megalosaurus that grows from the test of blood can truly become powerful. Only then can it obtain the final victory when fighting against evil forces."
It's here, it's here.
Metal Dragons were born with an innate hatred for evil.
However, hearing this at this moment, Eve had some guesses and ideas …
She smiled and probed, "It's fine.
"You seem to have an incomparable hatred for evil?"
"Of course, evil forces can easily attract the attention of the Abyss and be lured into depravity, becoming the claws of the Abyss to devour the plane. Therefore … all evil and depraved beings are the enemies of all living beings. "
Platinum Dragon King said with a serious expression.
"So … you hate those evil gods that have fallen into the Abyss? And you're keen on destroying them? "
Eve continued to ask.
"Of course, every evil god is the driving force behind the destruction of the world. They should all be judged."
Platinum Dragon King's expression was firm.
After hearing Reinhardt's words, Eve smiled faintly.
"If that's the case, I have some news that is related to evil gods. It's the Fallen Angel Lulia and the Queen of Pain Alisa. I wonder … if you have the time and interest."
"Oh?"
Platinum Dragon King's face showed a hint of interest.
…
As a nomadic race, the Half-Beastmen rarely had temples. Normally, they would only consecrate the statues of their true gods in special tents or caves.
However, Sandstorm City was an exception.
This was a city that had been built by both elves and dwarves.
The elves and dwarves were the representatives of devout believers.
At least … they used to be.
Therefore, not only did Sandstorm City have a temple, but its scale was also magnificent.
Sandstorm City, in the temple of the God of Winter and the Hunt.
A Gold-ranked demihuman chief priest knelt in front of the tall and majestic statue of the god. He led a dozen demihuman priests who were at least Silver-ranked as they prayed devoutly and fervently.
At the back of the temple, the chief high priest and the Oracle King Bazan, as well as the elders of the demihuman royal court and the higher-ups of various large tribes, were gathered here.
They looked at the summoning team in the center with solemn expressions.
In front of the sacrificial team, there was a huge altar carved with the symbols of winter and the hunt.
This was a summoning altar.
After the previous defeat, the demihumans finally decided to summon the totem guardian.
Looking at the praying priests in front, the Oracle King Bazan could not help but look at the chief high priest and asked,
"Chief high priest, do you think … which totem guardian will the Father send this time?"
The chief high priest frowned and reminded, "The king has begun.
"Your Majesty, the ceremony has begun. As believers, we should remain silent."
Bazan was a little embarrassed.
His expression changed, and he could not help but sigh.
"I'm just … too worried, because the strength that the elves have displayed is simply too strong."
The chief high priest shook his head.
"Don't worry, the elves are strong, but the Father's background is deeper!"
"The Father attaches great importance to this operation, so … we just need to wait. Because the totem guardian will be the most powerful warrior of the Father! "
The most powerful warrior?
Bazan was in a trance.
The totem guardian was the core of the Father's power, and the most powerful among them were the three demigods.
No …
It was not the three of them.
One of them, Demigod Walker, had already been killed by the terrifying existence of the Elven Forest.
Thinking of this, Bazan's heart was even more nervous.
He was the one who proposed to ask the totem guardian to act.
But now, he was the one who was worried about gains and losses.
Of course, Bazan also understood that he was wrong.
As the king of a race, he shouldered a greater responsibility and should be more calm.
In the end … he was just a king who was forced to do something beyond his ability. He had no experience at all.
But even so, he still hoped that he could do something for his race.
"As a king, I still have a lot to learn …"
Bazan praised.
The prayers of the priests continued.
As they prayed, the altar gradually bloomed with radiance.
It's here!
The people in the Temple were shocked.
The radiance kept changing, getting brighter and brighter, and finally turned into a silver brilliance, incomparably bright.
At the same time, the statue in the center of the Temple was also enveloped by a holy light that crossed the void.
This was the gaze of a True God.
The next second, the power of faith surged, and a vast divine power crossed the void and exploded in the Temple.
All the demihumans in front of the statue felt a warm power enveloping them.
In an instant, they found that their strength began to rise rapidly.
This was the blessing of a True God, and it was also a common reward when a True God looked at a believer.
The demihumans were pleasantly surprised, and then they prayed with an even more devout attitude.
The surging energy began to gather above the altar.
Gradually, a huge silver array slowly took shape above the altar.
"It's here …"
The Chief High Priest murmured, fanatical and excited.
Under the surge of divine power, the silver array was finally completed.
Then, a dazzling radiance erupted in the array.
In the excited eyes of the demihumans, a total of eight vague figures began to appear above the altar.
After a while, their figures solidified and fell into the Temple.
Their bodies were shining with silver holy light, and they were wearing simple armor and feathered cloaks. They carried bows on their backs and held long swords in their hands.
They stood there with a terrifying aura.
These were eight totem guardians with the strength of a Legend at the peak!
However, the teleportation did not end.
In the fanatical and excited eyes of the demihumans, the eight totem guardians quickly turned around, faced the altar, and waited.
Then, an even more powerful aura appeared in the array, directly suppressing the power of the eight Legends.
In the expectant eyes of the demihumans, a totem guardian in a female form appeared in the Temple.
She was also wearing leather armor and a feathered cloak, but there were some mysterious lines on her face.
At the same time, there was a faint halo covering her body, and her whole person was emitting light.
This was a Demigod totem guardian!
"It's Her Highness Nalan!"
The Oracle King Bazan was very excited.
Nalan, one of the three Demigod totem guardians under Oulleur. Her strength was stronger than Demigod Walker!
She was once the king of the demihumans tribe. More than a thousand years ago, she led the demihumans tribe to defeat the human kingdom in the Desert of Death many times. She was an existence that many demihumans respected!
However, this was still not the end.
The light continued to envelop.
After a while, another figure appeared in the Temple!
It was a thin and weak demihuman warrior.
His dressing was similar to Nalan, and his face was also painted with mysterious oil paint. However, in his hand, he was holding a staff that looked like a dead wood.
The aura on his body was even more terrifying than Nalan's.
"Even His Highness Nois came …"
Bazan's eyes widened.
Even the Chief High Priest was pleasantly surprised.
Other than the priests, the demihumans did not have any spellcasters.
This was almost a recognized fact.
However, there were always exceptions. In the long history, there were always some amazing prodigies.
There was such an existence in the history of the demihumans.
Like Nalan, Nois was also a figure in the history of the demihumans. He was an extremely rare spellcaster in the records of the demihumans!
When he was alive, his strength had reached the terrifying level of a Legendary Wizard. His power shook the entire Desert of Death!
Even among the human race, there were various legends about him …
At the same time, he was also a devout believer. After his death, he ascended to the Silver Frost Icefield in Oulleur and became a saint. He became the most powerful Demigod totem guardian under his command!
This time, Oulleur's high-end power came out in full force!
The demihumans in the Temple quickly became excited. Everyone's face was full of surprise.
Two Demigods!
Eight Legends!
This was the most powerful force of the Father God!
The Oracle King Bazan was very excited. He and the Chief High Priest looked at each other and were about to step forward and bow to the few oracles.
However, a scene that was out of everyone's expectations appeared.
After appearing, the two Demigods did not look at the crowd.
Under the surprised gaze of Bazan and the others, Nalan and Nois silently turned around, then faced the altar and knelt on one knee …
At the same time, the eight Legend totem guardians also knelt down facing the altar.
The light on the altar … still did not disappear.
The demihumans were stunned.
"This … could it be?!"
The Chief High Priest's eyelids twitched. He had some guesses in his heart.
The next moment, a vast and vicissitude aura descended in the Temple.
"Welcome … My Lord!"
The dignified and solemn voices of the two Demigod totem guardians resounded in the Temple.
"Welcome … My Lord!"
The fanatical and sincere voices of the eight Legend totem guardians followed.
Welcome … My Lord?!
Father God?!
The demihumans widened their eyes and were even faintly confused …
Bazan and the Chief High Priest were the first to react. They immediately knelt down and shouted excitedly and fanatically.
"Welcome … My Lord!"
The two leaders were the same. The others also reacted and knelt down on the ground. They shouted in surprise and excitement.
"Welcome … My Lord!"
The sacred and vast pressure descended. The bright silver light illuminated the entire Temple. The ethereal hymn slowly sounded …
Under the praises of the Totem Guardian, under the fearful and excited gazes of the half-orcs, a half-orc who looked exactly like the statue of Uleor appeared in front of everyone. His body was shining with bright holy light, and his appearance was exactly the same as the statue of Uleor.
The True God had descended.
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A book, [Fantasy Fist], by Du Tingqian. There was a link to the introduction.
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