Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

As soon as the words of the Dark Myth faded, the prophetic plane suddenly emitted a piercing shriek.

Electricity danced wildly, thunder roared, and countless fragments of space were swept up to form a terrifying, destructive tornado.

At the heart of the destructive storm, a giant figure composed of churning clouds, blinding lightning, and raging gales rapidly coalesced.

[The God of the Sky and Storms] Silova Roar descends with his signature thunderous roar:

"When did the God of Darkness start talking about fairness and justice all the time? This god realm is really about to descend into chaos."

The moment the wind god appeared, Fjørn Fiery, the god of fire and magma, materialized as a fireball, his voice calm:

“You have all gone down to bestow blessings, but I haven’t.”

This time, nobody can take it from me; I'll do the errands.

The ear-piercing clang of metal and the reverberation of weapons drowned out the thunder and wind, and Ares, the god of war, roared, a roar that shattered the stars:

"The Noble Martial Arts Festival is related to my divine duty; I am the one who should go down and bestow blessings!"

"Shut up, all of you—get out!"

The moment the God of War finished speaking, a white, icy current that froze everything erupted indiscriminately.

It wasn't targeted at any particular god, but rather covered the entire area where all the gods present were located.

Space solidified, laws froze, and even time seemed to be slowed down by this absolute zero-degree icy prison.

The icy blue divine light pierced the void like sharp icicles.

Daphne's figure appeared in the extreme cold mist, her icy hair flying wildly; she had no interest in engaging in verbal disputes.

Click! Snap! Snap! Snap!
The Frozen Prison instantly took shape, and countless ice spears and frost swords materialized out of thin air, simultaneously raining down indiscriminately upon Erebus's shadowy region, the storm core of Silova, the lava center of Fjorn, and the war aura of Ares.

Her goal was clear—no one should be allowed to leave easily; her plan would not tolerate any interference from any deity!
"Hey! Crazy woman! You attacked again!"

Sirova roared and erected a storm barrier, blocking several ice spikes that were enough to freeze the very essence of things, sparks flying everywhere.

"Daphne! The God of Prophecy is still watching!"

Erebus's furious scream rolled in the shadows, and dark tentacles hastily coalesced to resist the erosion of frost.

"Damn it! I didn't say I wanted to go!"

An innocent, low-ranking deity hastily retreated, his domain nearly being grazed by the aftershocks.

"..."

The situation escalated instantly!
Before this, no one could have imagined that a chore that no god would have wanted to do in the past would turn out like this.

Darkness surges like an ink tide! A storm roars, tearing through the void! Battle intent surges, shattering the laws of nature! An icy prison descends, freezing existence!

In just a few seconds, the divine realm surrounding Madora, the god of prophecy, which was closest to the core, transformed into a noisy, chaotic arena of gods, resembling a mortal marketplace, where even physical battles broke out.

Various powerful divine forces collided haphazardly, weaving together an indescribable and dangerous turbulent current.

Although it is only a tentative exchange and a defensive outburst for the time being, this area has become an extremely dangerous forbidden zone for any entity.

Surrounded or rather impacted by countless violent forces at the center, shrouded in eternal mist and the threads of fate, Madora's hazy face, devoid of joy or sorrow, showed an extremely subtle ripple.

Amidst the chaos, Madora's ethereal voice pierced through all the explosions, freezes, shattering, and curses, resounding clearly in the ears of every deity:

"Since everyone is so enthusiastic about bestowing blessings upon the mortal realm, let's all go together for this blessing!"

The divine realm was deathly silent.

The gods, who were locked in fierce combat amidst the frost storms and dark flames just a moment ago, seemed to freeze in time at this moment.

Are you kidding me?
go together?

Then... how can we play?
How can we carry out underground operations then?

How can you secretly build relationships, plant seeds of discontent, and exert influence?

Erebus even felt his own dark divine essence twitching.

That old god of prophecy is eliminating all possibility of underhanded dealings in the simplest and most brutal way.

This completely restores the facade of "divine blessing" to its original meaning of fairness.

Because as long as there's one troublesome person watching, nobody can get away with anything.

Madora used a very simple suggestion to completely eliminate all possibilities of open and covert struggles.

Erebus, the god of darkness, suddenly changed his expression and said in a deep voice:
"Want to go together?"

Does a simple blessing really require so many people?

The storm giants condensed by the storm god Sirova also ceased their clamor, their lightning-entwined eyes revealing confusion after a moment of astonishment.

Ares, the god of war, also had a furrowed brow.

Madora's voice remained calm and unhurried:
"Since it is the last noble martial arts festival before the covenant of the gods."

Then all the gods will witness the glory of the mortal world and respond to the demands of the mortal realm.

Is there anything wrong with that?

Ares, the God of War, said thoughtfully:

"Isn't this too much of a blessing for the country? There has never been a precedent of so many gods bestowing their favor together."

Madora's voice was very persuasive:

"Never before has anyone won the championship in two categories."

Moreover, a small country was able to single-handedly overshadow the five ancient empires at the same grand event, winning three championships with a commanding lead.

Doesn't such an achievement deserve more divine favor?

All the gods were speechless.

Indeed, Efein's performance at the Noble Martial Arts Festival, and King Cohen Corleone's performance in the Silver and Gold Divisions, were unprecedented and shook the world of the gods.

Such a level of expertise truly deserves more.

Madora smiled slightly and turned her gaze to Daphne.

Daphne fell silent. Her powerful attack just now, the indiscriminate icy attack that froze the gods, seemed domineering and unparalleled, but in reality, it was more of a declaration and a test.

She knew better than anyone that while she was powerful and fearless against any of the main gods present in a one-on-one fight, it was nothing short of a pipe dream to suppress darkness, storms, the God of War, and possibly many more ancient beings who had been attracted by her power all at once.

Taking forceful action will only cause the situation to spiral completely out of control.

Rather than fighting until the situation spirals out of control, Madora's proposal is the best solution for now.

With all the scheming gods present at the same time, it means that anyone who tries to do something underhanded will be exposed to the gaze of the other gods.

In this environment of mutual surveillance, no one dares to break the rules easily.

He could also take this opportunity to remind Cohen, to make him realize how dangerous the eye of the storm he was in, and how important it was to lie low and restrain himself for the next year or so.

Daphne nodded slowly, which was taken as her agreement.

Madora then glanced at the other gods, who could only express their agreement.

The gods fell silent, each channeling their divine power to prepare to condense a powerful projection avatar capable of withstanding the repulsion of the laws of the prime material plane and possessing sufficient presence.

At this final moment of gathering—

hum! ! !
A dazzling light, indescribable in its purity, brilliance, and gentleness, tore apart the space at the edge of the prophetic plane without warning.

This holy light was so powerful, so all-encompassing yet imposing, that it instantly dispelled the lingering darkness of Erebus. Even the lightning of Silova and the blood of Ares paled in comparison to its radiance.

Like the first rays of dawn breaking through the eternal darkness!
A peerless figure, draped in a robe of dawn and possessing a face so perfect it would take the gods' breath away, slowly emerged from the light.

The gentle yet incredibly clear voice of Aetherial, the Goddess of Light, resounded throughout the space:

"I am coming too!"

Daphne's lips moved, but in the end she didn't say anything in objection.

With so many gods around, Aetheril can't do anything underhanded.

Now that things have come to this, there is no further objection.

The lineup of gods involved in this unprecedented operation is enough to make any being who knows the inside story shudder.

This is almost a collection of the core military and symbolic power of the Council of Gods!

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The next moment, a torrent of divine power, representing different supreme authorities, erupted in the divine realm.

Starlight Law Culture is an arch bridge!

The fog of fate paves a long road!

Endless darkness coalesced into a treasure ship!

A colossal ship was forged by violent gales!

The will to fight is forged into a war machine!

The holy light of salvation has become a ladder to heaven!

The frozen ice crystals transformed into jade steps!

A variety of light paths, passages, and vehicles, each with a unique shape, yet all radiating a power that shakes all realms and overturns the laws of nature.

Bearing the powerful projections meticulously condensed by the gods, they pierced through the incomparably solid dimensional barrier and descended upon the prime material plane with overwhelming divine power capable of rewriting history!

……

The Middle Empire, Constantine.

The magnificent Imperial Royal Arena, this ancient stone behemoth that has witnessed countless heroic epics, has finally fallen silent after nearly half a year of clamor.

The tens of thousands of enthusiastic people in the stands had long since receded like the tide.

The "Mirror of the Sky," embedded in the firmament, has also extinguished its radiance connecting all worlds, severing its view of the live broadcast to hundreds of millions of people on the mainland.

Only the truly influential forces on the mainland remained at the main venue.

Royal representatives and powerful guardians of the five great empires, leaders of numerous powerful kingdoms, helmsmen of secret lineages, and observers from transcendent organizations—their gazes pierced through space, fixed intently on the center of the platform, each glance carrying a heavy weight of expectation and an indescribable tension.

Because what follows is the culmination of the Noble Martial Arts Festival, a grand event of mortal martial prowess, marking the ultimate elevation of its significance and becoming a core element influencing the future destiny of the continent—

May the gods bless you!

People of ordinary status and power are definitely not qualified to stay here.

Apart from Cohen's "summoning of the gods" a few years ago, it has been a long time since any incarnation of the gods has publicly descended upon the mainland.

The entire main venue was filled with a sense of solemnity and suspense, like the calm before a storm.

Everyone was secretly wondering which deity had descended in disguise.
Cohen was positioned in the center of the five great empires, with Xenise to his left and Grand Duke Roland, the representative of the friendly Western Empire, to his right.

Grand Justice Roland turned to speak with great interest to Cohen, his deep, resonant voice particularly clear in the silence:

“You were too young to participate in the last session.”

That time, it was Demeter, the goddess of agriculture and fertility, who descended upon the land.

Our Western Empire won the Gold Group championship, the Central Empire won the Legendary Group, and the Kingdom of Solandis from the Land of Dragons won the Bronze Group.

The Silver Group belongs to you, Effie.

As the king, you must have felt the blessing from the goddess Demeter most deeply that time.

Looking at the past decade, especially the last five years, Eiffel has transformed into the largest and most abundant granary in the entire Northwest Continent due to its soaring grain production year after year.

This is not something that can be achieved by ordinary favorable weather; it is the favor of the gods, truly seeping into the soil!

Cohen nodded thoughtfully, digesting the information conveyed by Grand Duke Roland.

Divine blessings are not empty honors, but a tangible force that can influence the very lifeline of a nation.

He pressed on softly:
"So... Your Grace, is the grace bestowed by the deity each time they descend necessarily related to the scope of their divine authority?"

For example, the goddess of abundance brings forth fertile land and bountiful harvests, and the god of war bestows upon warriors courage.

Or does it mean that the will of the gods themselves possesses the power to choose gifts beyond their divine authority?

Archduke Roland replied:

"Not necessarily. Sometimes, one might be granted a semi-divine artifact or some powerful extraordinary professional inheritance."

Especially the latter. The reason why the five great empires have achieved their current superior status is due to countless martial arts festivals, where our ancestors shed blood and sweat, fought and battled on the Divine Grace Battle Stage.

Each and every precious blessing from the gods brought back to their respective empires laid the foundation for their rule, bit by bit.

These blessings, transformed into extraordinary power flowing in the blood, and into secret scriptures hidden deep within the royal treasury, and semi-divine artifacts suppressing the nation's destiny, together form the foundation upon which the empire cannot be easily shaken.

Cohen remained outwardly calm, a meaningful smile playing at the corners of his lips:
"Including divine and demonic equipment?"

Grand Duke Roland lowered his voice and said:

"That's right, the divine and demonic equipment possessed by the five great empires was obtained through noble martial arts rituals."

However, at that time, the noble martial arts festival had just begun, and the gods needed the sharpest spears and the toughest shields from the mortal world to fight against the demon army and buy them a chance to breathe.

Their blessings were naturally given with heavy stakes, and divine and demonic equipment was their reward at that time.

Times have changed; there's little chance of receiving divine or demonic equipment now.

"You, Effie, already possess one, placing you on par with the five great empires. Don't hold onto any more hope for this."

Archduke Roland acted entirely out of goodwill.

He knew that Cohen was young, ambitious, and impetuous, and he feared that this young king might be reckless and impolite in the upcoming moment of divine grace, because he coveted the elusive divine and demonic equipment, thus incurring divine wrath and ruining what should have been a glorious blessing.

However, he was unaware that Cohen now possessed three pieces of divine and demonic equipment.

Just then, Empress Shanes, who was standing nearby, spoke up:
"Material rewards are only one aspect; the most precious divine grace is the 'favor of the gods' that flows in the long river of destiny and protects the nation's fortune."

Your queen is the youngest and strongest Silver Saint in history, and therefore receives the deepest of these intangible blessings.

You should know best.

Cohen's expression shifted slightly as he pondered who the deity who had descended this time might be. If it was an old acquaintance, perhaps he could make a secret deal with them.

Time passed second by second, but there was still no sign of the gods descending upon the world, and everyone's hearts sank slightly.

A barely perceptible restlessness and anxiety began to permeate the air. A thin layer of gloom also quietly settled over the eyes of the representatives of the five great empires.

Could it be that the continent is about to fall into unprecedented turmoil, and even the tradition of the noble martial arts festival is about to be broken?

Just as everyone was secretly getting anxious.

With a whoosh, an invisible and intangible yet unstoppable will, like the supreme torrent that swept away chaos at the beginning of creation, suddenly swept across the entire main venue.

All the powerful—whether legendary mages with keen magical perception or top warriors relying on elemental dynamism—discovered with horror:
The connection between himself and the magic network was instantly severed, and all the magical factors that filled his breath and flowed deep in his blood were swept away.

It was as if an invisible, supreme giant hand had wiped out all the magic in this space.

A strong sense of unease stemming from instinct and an absolute sense of divine terror pierced to the bone like ice.

Without any announcement, everyone's mind went blank for a moment because of this incomprehensible power.

This is followed by an irrepressible sense of awe and trembling that originates from the level of life itself.

Gods, the gods have descended!

Only a deity who holds the power over the origin of all laws can, in a single thought, completely transform an area into a land absolutely free of demons.

Everyone looked up at the high platform, wanting to see which god had descended to earth. However, what they saw was a scene they would never forget.

Act One!
Like the rupture of the cosmic membrane, the deepest, purest, absolute darkness, capable of swallowing all light, silently spread out in the center of the platform without warning.

Not a ray of light could escape, and then a terrifying pressure that froze the soul and breeds despair spread out.

No identification is needed; the unique quality etched into the source of the laws is enough for everyone to recognize his identity:

Erebus, the God of Darkness.

One of the seven elemental rulers, the embodiment of the will that governs darkness and the end, has descended!

Everyone could hardly believe that since the end of the war between gods and demons and the establishment of the Noble Martial Arts Festival, there have been very few deities of the highest level descending to bestow blessings.

Not to mention the seven elemental gods.

Before the crowd could process this shock that was worthy of being recorded in history, the next moment, they were even more horrified.

Boom! Rumble! Rumble!!

A deafening roar of violent wind and thunder, like the furious roar of billions of ancient divine beasts, suddenly erupted from the edge of darkness.

In the heart of that raging ocean of storms and thunder, a colossal figure, constructed from pure atmosphere and raging electrical energy, stands proudly.

Sirova Roar, the god of the sky and storms.

Also one of the seven elemental rulers, wielding the power of the sky and destructive storms, descends!
Two major elemental gods have descended together!

The entire venue fell into complete silence, and everyone's thoughts were thrown into chaos by this unbelievable scene.

Since the end of the war between gods and demons, and after the Noble Martial Arts Festival entered a stable phase, not to mention the descent of two main gods, even one of them has long since become a legend.

Today, it is not only the main god, but also two supreme rulers who wield the vast elements.

All eyes instinctively focused on the center of the five major imperial factions—the young, black-haired emperor, Cohen Corleone.

Could it be that the unprecedented double crown bestowed upon him led to the extraordinary glory of being blessed by two major gods?

The thought flashed through everyone's minds like lightning!
However, the real upheaval had only just begun, in the very moment before the shock had subsided.

Act Three!
laugh--!
A single, fiery, golden-red flame, seemingly capable of igniting the soul, burst forth without warning between the Shadow of Darkness and the Storm Giant.

A majestic entity, constructed from lava and divine fire, and resembling a burning mountain, took shape.

The god of fire and magma—Fjorn Blaze, the third elemental god!

Immediately afterwards——

boom! ! !
Almost simultaneously with the arrival of the Vulcan, a terrifying fighting spirit swept over, carrying a strong smell of blood and gunpowder.

A colossal figure, clad in lava armor and wielding a burning battle axe, appeared.

His appearance caused the entire space to tremble and groan, as if the void had turned into a battlefield.

The intense, almost overwhelming aura of killing intent made all the warriors instinctively want to prostrate themselves in worship.

Ares Beacon, the god of battle and war, the supreme war god who wields the essence of war, has descended!
Four deities, three elemental gods, and one war originator—this is not just breaking the rules, it's practically a gathering of gods!

Many people felt like they were about to faint; the scene before them was completely beyond their wildest imaginations.

But the spectacle of miracles is not over yet; the climax is approaching—

Act Five!
hum! ! !
A pure, holy light dispelled all the remaining darkness, like the first ray of light at dawn.

A peerless figure, draped in a divine robe woven from the dawn light and possessing a perfect countenance, arrived, stepping on the light.

Her arrival caused all eyes to feel a burning pain, yet also a surge of boundless longing and tranquility.

The Goddess of Light—Aetheril Dawn, the supreme being representing radiance, life, and redemption! Descend!

Immediately afterwards, a stunningly beautiful figure, exuding an aura that could freeze everything and end an era, slowly solidified.

Daphne Frost, the goddess of ice and snow, who rules the Frost Era and the end of all things, has descended!
Next, the members of the Pale Wings suddenly felt an invisible force surging within them, and a vast, illusory scale silently appeared.

Cavendish Libra, the god of contracts and fairness.

The one who wields the divine-mortal covenant and absolute fairness descends!

After all the divine projections, a grayish-white mist quietly spread above the platform, and a being, blurred by the flow of time, exuding an aura that could see into the past and future and knew the rise and fall of the gods, slowly appeared.

His arrival was like a final confirmation stamp for this incredible gathering of gods.

The prophet Madora, the god of prophecy.

The most mysterious and powerful deity, who holds the reins of destiny and the future, has descended! (End of Chapter)