Chapter 543 Beginning
Completely different from the previous war launched without warning by the Scourge, this time the war in the Endless Continent was a national war initiated by the natural races led by the Orcs and the three major elves.
In this war, the natural races deployed a much larger force than when they fought against the Scourge, and directly drew out their most powerful troops.
Even many old, young, sick and disabled people took to the field. It was truly a war for all the people.
The natural race camp targets all the god-created races that stand on the side of the evil god and support him.
The Alliance had negotiated with representatives of the kings of the natural races many times, but unfortunately the natural races were too strong and there was no possibility of maneuver or negotiation.
Under such circumstances, many god-created races have begun to waver.
In fact, they didn't have much desire to fight.
If it were a peaceful era without the Scourge, the God-created race might really take advantage of the situation and fight to completely establish its dominance over the Endless Continent.
But now that they have just experienced a great war, all major races are in a period of recuperation and really do not want to start another major war.
Under such circumstances, the natural races launched the war and gained momentum again, winning several battles in a row.
Many God-created races "surrendered".
For them, it was not so much "surrender" as it was about leaving the alliance and joining another tribe.
Even later on, many of the God-created races only put up a symbolic resistance before reluctantly throwing themselves into the arms of the Scourge Tribe.
In fact, as long as the God-created race submitted to the "Natural Disaster Tribe", they were not discriminated against or bullied by other natural races in the tribe, and even received certain support.
The natural races that inherited the memories of their ancestors gave up the fights of tens of thousands of years and now huddled together tightly.
Compared to the self-absorbed God-created races, the Scourge Tribes formed by the natural races appear particularly united.
Even the races created by God could not have imagined that when so many races, regardless of status or nobility, help each other and achieve each other, they would burst out with such amazing fighting power.
In several rounds of war on the front line, the natural races won victory after victory, repelled the God-protecting faction led by the Skywing race more than once, and killed more than thousands of super-level strongmen.
The losses suffered by the God-created races in these battles were no less than those suffered in the battles with the Scourge.
The God-created race, whose strength had already been damaged, saw its strength drop drastically after several wars, and its strength was now less than one-tenth or one-twelfth of its original strength.
On the other hand, the natural races recovered extremely quickly after banding together, and their strength increased instead of decreased after experiencing several major wars, and they seemed to be getting braver with each battle.
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Alliance meeting room.
"Damn Joshuel, damn the Scourge! How dare they actually attack us!"
Azriel's originally noble and cold face has turned into a "resentful woman" look due to long-term resentment.
No matter how beautiful and perfect a face is, if it is full of resentment and anger, it will not make people feel moved. In the long run, it will only make people annoyed.
This is the case with other members of the coalition at this moment.
They were tired of Azriel's daily complaints and anger, giving them impossible tasks again and again.
Even the Titan King, who was one of the three pillars, frowned as he watched this scene, then sighed and said:
"It can't be helped. Qiao Xu'er has connected almost all natural races, and even many of the original God-created races have thrown themselves into their arms."
The Titan King paused here, and said in a deeper tone: "Azriel, you need to adjust your mentality. The recent battles are not up to your standard."
Whenever Azriel deals with matters related to gods, she loses her mind and becomes like a madman.
Especially during this period, the natural races were frantically spreading the origins of Ilu and a group of evil gods, as well as the conspiracy behind them, across the Endless Continent.
Azriel couldn't stand it.
Azriel had fought against natural races many times before. Although she was unable to compete , she could have stopped the losses in time, but she was extremely easily carried away.
If they were provoked by the enemy leader, they would fight to the death, and the final result would naturally be heavy losses.
Adding to the losses from the previous war, the camp of the God-created race had already been badly damaged. If they continued fighting, they might really be on the verge of annihilation.
As long as the natural race camp insists on doing so, even their top races will be at risk of extinction.
"Damn it, damn Guskidan! What kind of magic potion did he feed these people?"
Azriel cursed, “And that Su Bai! He is a hero, but he openly opposes the Lord God. He deserves death!”
The Red Dragon Queen Aphra, who was sitting with her legs crossed, raised her eyebrows and said:
"Tsk, that's not necessarily true. Those natural races don't seem to be talking nonsense. Maybe their inherited memories..."
"Shut up! Aphra!"
Azriel turned around and shouted angrily, “If you dare to question the Lord God, I will not let you go.”
Aphra sneered: "Haha, I want to see how you won't let me go?"
As she spoke, her eyes suddenly flashed, and scorching flames emerged, and a strong fighting spirit emanated from her whole body.
"It's been a long time since I've experienced your forbidden magic. I'm a little itchy."
A cruel smile appeared on Aphra's lips.
If we were to say which of the three major races is the most unruly, it would definitely be the Five-Colored Dragon Clan.
Forget about obeying the gods. There have always been brave people among the five-colored dragon clan.
Moreover, the seventh Black Dragon King, the strongest dragon king in the legend, even challenged the dragon god Tiamat and tried to devour the latter's divinity.
Unfortunately, they failed in the end and the Five-Colored Dragon Clan suffered backlash.
Since then, in order to prevent such situations from happening again, the Dragon God has also established a treaty that promotion to the position of Dragon King must be approved by the Dragon God.
Otherwise, the dragon kings behind would probably follow suit and want to challenge the majesty of the Dragon God.
Although Aphra is bound by the contract, as the most unruly five-colored dragon king in the Endless Continent, she is not afraid of gods and naturally lacks reverence for them.
Her ancestors could challenge the majesty of the Dragon God, so she dared to lead the five-colored dragon clan to rebel against the alliance and stand on the opposite side of the gods.
If Azriel dared to fight her today, she might do this.
Perhaps seeing through this, the Titan King spoke in a deep voice: "Azriel, Aphra, please be patient. This is not the time for us to fight among ourselves. The most urgent task is to discuss how to resolve the current crisis."
Hearing this, Azriel, who had already lit up the magic corridor, gritted her teeth and endured it.
Aphra on the opposite side saw that the other party was so scared, so she snorted and sat back.
The Titan King held his forehead with his hand, a trace of fatigue appeared on his handsome face. He sighed and said, "The only way now is to pray to the gods for help. We can't hold on for long relying on our own strength."
"If it weren't for the natural races wanting to absorb some of the allied races, I'm afraid we would have had a hard time holding on until now."
When Azriel heard the word "god", her expression suddenly became enthusiastic again: "No problem, the gods will definitely take action to eliminate these traitors and evil spirits. You just wait. When the gods take action, the Endless Continent will soon become the world of our god-created race."
Compared to Azriel's blind worship and fanatical belief in God, other Alliance members seemed much calmer.
Especially the Titan King and Aphra, their brows were deeply frowned.
During this period of time, they have tried to communicate with the gods, but they have not received any response.
It was as if the gods had disappeared, which was very counterintuitive.
Logically speaking, the omnipotent God should not be unaware of everything that happens on the Endless Continent.
As their most devout believers, the God disappeared when they were most helpless. This was unacceptable to anyone who believed in God.
Especially those middle and low-level races, they do not have as much foundation as the high-level races and top-level races.
After a long period of war, many middle and low-level races have almost reached the point of exhaustion.
You know, war not only consumes population, but also costs money.
The resources consumed every day are an astronomical figure. Even though many races are large races with a history of more than a thousand years, they cannot afford such consumption.
If they continue to fight like this, not only will their talents be lost, but their resources will also be exhausted.
Even if you win in the end, the ending won't be very good.
Those who are luckier may be able to find a large race to rely on, while those who are less lucky may even be exterminated.
Therefore, when Azriel was speaking, many kings of middle and low-level races had already begun to think about retreating, weighing the pros and cons of defecting from the alliance and continuing to stand on the side.
This meeting also ended without any results.
The meeting ended, and Azriel still looked furious.
"Damn! These guys!"
She naturally saw the undercurrents in the meeting, but she could do nothing about it.
It's not like Azrael had completely lost her mind.
She understood that the only way for the God-created race to turn the situation around was with God. If the God did not show up, they would not be able to stop the decline on the battlefield.
Under such circumstances, it is normal for some ethnic groups to have thoughts of defecting.
"Why."
She watched the holographic projections disappear one by one during the meeting, and couldn't help but sigh, then raised her head with a deep gaze towards the statue enshrined in the Flügel Hall -
Lord of all things, Yilu!
That’s right, the direct god worshipped by the Flügel race is Ilu.
Lord of all things, chief of gods, eternal Lord...
These are all Yilu's names.
Although the believers call him the Lord of All Things, but from her understanding, no, it should be said that from the historical records of the Skywing race, the gods rarely show up in the Endless Continent except for divine gifts.
Perhaps it is because of the magic corridor bestowed by God that the people of the Endless Continent are very awed and respectful of the gods.
With the exception of the Five-Colored Dragon Clan, no one has dared to challenge the majesty of the gods for thousands of years.
However, all this changed after the boy named Su Bai appeared.
Ever since Su Bai was born, the pattern began to change.
From the invasion of the Scourge to Su Bai leading the natural races to fight against the gods, even he could not see clearly the series of changes.
However, when Su Bai first stood out in the Ten Thousand Races Competition, she vaguely sensed something unusual.
Even when facing the king of their top race, Su Bai still revealed a hint of indifference, one could even say contempt.
You have to know that Su Bai was only a level 1 genius at the time. Even though he had some talent, compared to these super-level peak kings, he was just like an ant.
But it is just such an ant that actually "looks down" on them who sit high on the throne.
What arrogance and arrogance!
This shouldn't happen to a newly promoted person of a lower race.
Even if Su Bai is the top genius in the Endless Continent, this shouldn't happen, unless...
Su Bai is a strong man who is at the same level as them, or even stronger than them.
Of course, this is obviously impossible.
Azriel kept thinking about the few times she had met Su Bai. It seemed that every time this guy was able to break their expectations.
"That is to say, Su Bai... is the only variable!"
She muttered, narrowing her eyes.
In fact, it is easy to infer why the stalemate between the Scourge and the Endless Continent, which had lasted for countless years, suddenly broke down not long ago.
In the end, even most of the races on the Endless Continent began to defect to the Scourge.
If this had happened a year ago, Azriel would never have believed it.
The natural race camp, which had been fighting desperately with the Scourge not long ago, completed an astonishing transformation in just a short moment.
All of this is because of Guskidan?
Of course not!
If Guskidan could do these things, why didn't he do it sooner?
Then there is only one answer -
Su Bai!
A very outrageous answer , but it is the only correct answer nowadays.
After all, it is said even among the God-created races that the current leader of the natural race is Su Bai himself.
I really can't understand it.
"Such a person who rebels against God actually..."
Azriel angrily hammered down, and the armrest of the throne shattered.
Suddenly, a strange voice sounded in her ears, and then she woke up suddenly and stood up.
“Azriel…”
This is a very profound call.
Azriel looked up and saw the statue in front of the temple flickering with light.
"This is... Lord Ilu!"
Her eyes suddenly lit up.
Finally, did the gods hear her prayers?
Before she could react, she could only hear intermittent sounds continuing to reach her ears.
"We... are your masters... and you... are my bodies... and you will carry out the way of the gods on my behalf... and kill all living things..."
The voice was eerie and strange, and Azriel was confused by every word.
Despite this, she still prostrated herself on the ground with great piety, and whispered respectfully: "Please make it clear, Master Ilu, the Flügel are the most loyal believers of God, and will definitely be able to fulfill God's will!"
As soon as the words fell, the intermittent voice stopped abruptly.
The entire hall returned to its deathly silence, and there was no movement for a long time.
Azriel raised her head cautiously, a hint of doubt on her face.
The statue in the distance was still emitting a faint light, but the atmosphere at the scene was a bit weird. A cold breath spread from it, making her shiver.
Azriel said doubtfully, "Sir? Are you still there?"
No response.
The hall was silent, but the strange aura continued to invade, causing Azriel to tremble all over.
Azriel instinctively felt that something was wrong. What kind of aura could make a super-powerful peak-level warrior tremble? And how could the god who was originally majestic and extremely sacred in her mind exude such a gloomy and mysterious aura?
Suddenly, a black shadow rushed out from the statue and rushed towards her face.
She had all her physical attributes at the peak, but she didn't even have a chance to react before being hit directly.
Without any time to think, a dark and terrifying energy instantly invaded her whole body.
The next second, she felt her consciousness gradually dissipating, and then she heard the sound of an animal gnawing at her body.
“Kacha…kacha…kacha…”
The chewing sound is crisp, as if it is ringing in your ears.
Then, she was horrified to find that her soul was being eaten by a being with an extremely evil face.
“No, don’t…”
She struggled with all her might, but found that her body seemed to be frozen in an extremely cold magic. She could not move at all. She could only watch her soul being slowly devoured.
"ah!!!!"
A shrill scream echoed throughout the hall, and a cold aura spread outwards...
At the same time, similar situations were happening on the altars of countless divine races.
The boundless darkness slowly began to sweep away the light, but this...
It's just the beginning.
