bullyxtreme Chapter 417: The Elves' Kingdom on Earth
Chapter 417: The Elves' Kingdom on Earth
The one-way passage from the astral plane to the main plane finally collapsed in mid-air after being hit by dozens of fireballs.
Along with the huge reptile head, poor Priest Tyr and Miss Larrel were also thrown down.
Before Ivan's childhood playmate could figure out what was going on, he jumped up from the black dragon's head and wiped the mucus off his body desperately.
"Hey, Alvin!
Have the people in your family never understood what it means to be gentle and considerate to women?
Don't pretend it has nothing to do with you. The guy who was thrown down by those new goddesses was called Archer Nolisius!
I heard it all!"
The useless young man from Blue Star, whose "finger hooking" action was interrupted one after another, looked at his childhood friend with an unfriendly look, and the corners of his mouth twitched, as if he was resisting the urge to go up and beat the other person up.
However, Xiling walked to Larrel very quickly, pulled the sticky priestess aside, and then began to chant a not-so-long spell.
This is what Xiling did after she mastered the divine power technique, adding the effect of "cleaning" to the original [Purification Technique].
A green light flashed, and before Larrel could react, the disgusting mucus left her body and fell to the ground with a plop.
"What kind of spell is this... and you are...
Wow! What a beautiful half-elf!
Are you Ivan's new girlfriend?
I'm telling you, don't be fooled by that handsome guy, he did a lot of stupid things when he was a kid...
Oh, by the way! What kind of magic do you usually use for skin care?
I feel that His Highness Tyr's magic is very weak in the area of female maintenance..."
Ivan was left alone there, watching Larrel holding Xiling's arm and slowly walking away.
The corners of his mouth twitched at a faster frequency... He felt very helpless.
……
The elven gods, who had experienced a great war, gathered in an open space under the white tower.
“Solonor, pay attention to your wounds.
This is the main plane, not the star realm, our strength is severely suppressed..."
Labelas gathered the surviving elven god. There was some dust on his long silver-white hair, and his disheveled face was full of sadness.
He leaned on his long wooden staff, counted, and walked in front of Corellon.
"There are still sixty-nine left... In the battle with Falazul, we lost more than fifty companions..."
"Fifty? Damn...
Not even the casualties caused by the Elohine rebellion—"
As soon as she said this, Angris felt something was wrong, so she quickly covered her mouth and looked at Corellon cautiously.
The elven god frowned and sat behind a broken stone table.
He rested his chin on the back of his hand, wondering what he was thinking.
Labellas had no time to guess what Corellon was thinking as he continued.
"Not only are there casualties, but the power of all the spirit gods has been suppressed very severely. The power of several lower-level gods is now no different from that of ordinary civilians...
But fortunately, the absorption of the power of faith is still working.
Although it is difficult to restore all the spirit gods to their strength in the astral realm, it won’t be long before… well, self-preservation should be no problem…”
"Self-preservation... You mean, we don't even have the ability to survive in the main plane?"
“That’s right, I’m afraid most of our companions now can’t even handle a bear.
In my opinion, we should now gather those elven gods who still have some fighting power, and form our own hunting and defense forces just like the mortal elves did.
Also cancel all non-essential activities - especially going out."
"I agree--I don't agree!!!"
The winged schizophrenic goddess changed her tone so quickly that Labelas almost choked to death on her saliva.
"What about the hot spring beauty pageant? There's not a single hot spring in this place! How can I find a new hot spring if I don't go out?
It was agreed that this year would be the ultimate showdown between beautiful elves and beautiful humans!
Can't these continue?
I clearly held it once a year before..."
"That's enough - cough cough cough..."
Corellon, who had been silent all this time, suddenly howled, and as expected, he started coughing violently.
Angris quickly switched to Shahani's personality, stepped forward and gently patted the back of the Elf God.
Corellon raised his hand, signaling Angharris to stop.
He had no strength in his body and looked ahead with a somewhat lonely look. He passed Labelas and didn't know where he was looking.
“Now that we have escaped the fate of total destruction, we must be worthy of the sacrifices made by those dead elven gods.
Tell the Elven Gods that we are here to rebuild the Elven Kingdom."
Labelas nodded, turned around and walked towards the group of anxious elves and gods.
Angris flapped her wings and wanted to say something, but Corellon raised a finger and interrupted her with a lonely look.
"You go too, Angelice...
You are now the most powerful among all the elf gods.
Everyone needs to accept and adapt to your new identity... or this identity will soon become another...
Go ahead, let me have a good chat with this old friend of mine."
After saying this, Corellon directed his gaze towards the white-robed figure approaching.
Angris glanced at the undead Rillifane. Although she felt a little uneasy, she still flapped her short wings and chased after Labelas.
Throwing his wooden stick heavily on the stone table, the old skeleton picked up a stone and sat opposite Corellon as a chair.
"What? Did you leave a last word?
Just now, the little girl from Trinity couldn't understand what you meant. Do you think I can't understand it either?"
The old skeleton Rillifane stared at Corellon with a meaningful look in his eyes.
Angelis, the schizophrenic goddess, has none of the personalities in her head that are smart; they are all extremely stupid.
There was no loneliness in Corellon's eyes, it was clearly a lifeless look of death.
"Are you here to see me off for the last time, old friend..."
"Pah, pah, pah! I don't have the time for that!"
The soul flame in the old skeleton's eye sockets burned with a crackling sound.
"You finally came down here, don't you want to have a good talk with your daughter?"
Rillifane pointed his staff in one direction.
The elven god Corellon turned his head weakly. As the main god, he was suppressed so thoroughly by the plane that even the movement of turning his head was very difficult.
But in the end, he still saw the figure who had grown up and become a mother.
With an angry look on her face, Iristri grabbed Lian's ear and strode over.