Elf: How do you cultivate immortality in the elf world?

Chapter 370 Even the gods form cliques.

at the same time.

In the realm of the mind, five beings whose slightest movement could shake the entire world are currently staring at each other with wide eyes.

"The God of Fate? How did he become so weak? His injuries seem to be even more severe than mine," Millerton wondered.

"Is this... a meeting that someone of my level can attend?" Reginald Lago wondered uncertainly.

Four out of the five gods are first-level gods, and He is the only third-level god who has managed to sneak in. Just thinking about it puts him under immense pressure!
Although I had thought before that the person had so many divine marks on him, he must be alive.

To His utter surprise, this was more than just a matter of survival; it was an extraordinary feat.

"Damn Groudon! I told you not to call me in, and now my incompetence is about to be exposed." Talebagos glared fiercely at Groudon.

Mewtwo stared blankly at the four gods in front of him. Didn't they say that it was almost impossible for gods to meet?

What's going on now?
Besides, I'm just an avatar! It's not really appropriate to drag me into this situation, is it?

Groudon nodded with great satisfaction; more gods make for a more lively atmosphere.

It's been a long time since so many people have gathered together.

Groudon introduced himself: "I am Groudon, the god of the earth!"

Milton glanced at Talebagos, then introduced himself: "Milton, the God of the Future."

"I am the god of fate, Talebagos!" Talebagos introduced himself and then added, "Don't be fooled by my current appearance; I am actually suffering the consequences of my actions in pushing events forward."

Mewtwo seemed to be thinking about something, and then imitated him, saying, "Mewtwo, the god of war, a new god, but I am just an avatar right now."

"Zekhrom, the god of ideals." After introducing himself, Zekrom glared fiercely at Talebagos.

“Regidorago, the Dragon God Pillar,” Regidorago replied weakly.

After Reginald Lago finished speaking, he was greeted with a barrage of stares from the other four gods.

Hey bro, this isn't right!

We have all sorts of gods and deities here, but here I am, and all I see is a dragon pillar?
What is the Dragon Pillar?
If we consider the pantheon of the new world as the Heavenly Court, then the Dragon God Pillar is just one of the pillars in the Heavenly Court, with pitifully low prestige, merely bearing the title of a god.

Feeling the gaze of the gods, Regidorago cautiously asked, "Hey, big shot, did you pull the wrong person? I shouldn't be here, should I?"

“You are also a god, and you are qualified to participate,” Groudon interrupted.

It's okay if it's a little weak, as long as it's not Georgios.

Reginald Lago nodded, then sat up straight and looked at the assembled bigwigs.

"What's going on here? You've been secretly holding meetings behind my back? And you, Talebagos, you beast! What did you do to my messenger?" Czechrom questioned.

Taile Bagos: "..."

Considering his still weakened state, Talebagos glanced at Milerton beside him.

They're both in the same boat; Milerton is injured now too, and he probably can't beat Czechoslovakia.

Thinking of this, Talebagos moved closer to Groudon, as if only by doing so could he feel a little safe.

Groudon rolled his eyes at Talebagos, speechless.

If you've already done that, what are you afraid of now?

Despite his inner complaints, Groudon was still quite responsible, since God was the one who brought him here.

Groudon stood silently in front of Talebagos and casually invited, "How about we form an alliance?"

"An alliance?"

Czechoslovakia looked completely bewildered, saying he didn't understand and was deeply shocked.

Are even mythical creatures starting to form cliques these days?
Czechrom's first reaction was to refuse. After all, he was a noble idealist. How could he create an ideal future with this bunch of insects?
But considering that if I don't join, and that stupid twin-tailed girl joins later, wouldn't I be the one who gets isolated?
With that in mind, Zekrom didn't refuse, but instead turned his attention to Mewtwo, the new god.

"Does this count as finding an organization? Should I join it?" Mewtwo, who was just a clone, didn't know what to do for a moment.

Compared to Mewtwo and Zekrom, who had reservations, Regidrago was much more sensible.

Without hesitation, Reginald Lago nodded eagerly: "I'll join!"

Now we've finally found our tribe! It's great to form a small group! If they don't cooperate, He can just use his divine power to rob the game.

Milton, who was not exactly a veteran god either, looked at his superior.

After all, I was able to be born ahead of schedule entirely thanks to this selfless dedication.

Talebagos nodded calmly.

He probably knew what Groudon was planning, but Groudon's thoughts coincided with His own.

After receiving the instructions, Millardon nodded: "I'll join too."

"Great! Now we have eight members!" Groudon said with great satisfaction.

The reason He wanted to form a small group was partly because Talebagos was too unreliable and might not be able to protect the Chosen One.

On the other hand...

Since inhabiting Lu Li's body, Groudon has learned a lot.

For example, many gods mean great power.

If He could unite most of the gods and become the leader of a small group, He could then lead that group to bully Kyogre.

Yes! That's the main reason.

"Eight?" Zekrom looked at Groudon with an "I knew it" expression.

You look so handsome and strong, Groudon, but it turns out you're secretly forming a clique.

Groudon proudly introduced, "We have Ho-Oh, the god of fortune; Urquidone, the god of many faces; Victini, the god of victory; and Xerneas, the god of life."

What He just said was all nonsense. Except for Egui Pong, everything else was just He making things up, but it was all based on reason and evidence.

To bolster his argument, Groudon added, "You should have sensed the mysterious mark on that child, shouldn't you?"

A shocked Zekrom exclaimed, "So you treated that human as a contract tool?"

Taile Bagos: "..."

Talebagos wanted to shake his head in rebuttal, but Groudon had already boasted, so in order to cooperate with him, Talebagos reluctantly nodded.

"Sigh~"

Czechrom gasped.

I just went on a business trip to another world, and you guys are already having such a blast?

Using humans as tools for contracts? The thought of that person's entire body being covered in dense divine marks sent chills down Zekrom's spine.

Humans are so pitiful!

Upon hearing that there were so many gods, Mewtwo nodded without hesitation and said, "Then I'll join too."

As a new god, Mewtwo also wants to fit in.

Czechrom didn't agree immediately, but instead questioned aggressively, "Let's put this aside for now, Talebagos, tell me what's going on between us." "What is it?" Talebagos feigned confusion.

"About my divine messenger! You bastard, what have you done to my divine messenger?" Zekrom demanded through gritted teeth.

At first, he didn't notice anything wrong with Ike.

But when Ike returned to the human, he finally realized that he had been tricked.

Even before he chose Ekko, that bastard Talebagos had already sabotaged Ekko.

Normally, in the destiny of Ike, the ideal messenger, there is no such thing as a master (Lu Li).

After all, how can one create an ideal future if they don't even have their own freedom?

But that bastard Talebagos changed Ekko's fate ahead of time, binding Ekko, the idealist messenger, to that human.

What He found most unacceptable was that His divine messenger had become that human's slave!

The only thing that he could accept was that at least Ike hadn't been fooled into becoming a fool.

Thinking of an ideal messenger from a parallel universe, Zekrom sighed inwardly.

Fate has already made its decision; even if it forcibly intervenes, there can be no good outcome.

Therefore, Czechoslovakia already had the idea of ​​surrendering.

I've given up hope for this year's Ideal Messenger; all I can do now is pray that this time I can crush that damn twin-tailed girl.

“Um… would you believe me if I said I didn’t know he was the ideal envoy you chose?” Talebagos looked at Zekrom with utmost sincerity after he finished speaking.

Talebagos also had something to say: Isn't it a tradition for people of this color to have their own masters? Besides, Lu Li, as the master, is already the most morally upright of all slave owners.

What else is there to choose from in Czechoslovakia?

Groudon, who was standing nearby, curled its lip upon seeing this.

Unless Zekrom is beaten into a madman by Lehiram, no one will believe Talebagos's nonsense.

"Do you think I believe you?" Zekrom's eyes grew increasingly dangerous, as if he were eager to try.

Realizing he couldn't fool anyone, Talebagos could only promise, "Alright, I admit I did do something a little bit wrong to you, but if you really want to gain more of the power of ideals, my changes will definitely be the most beneficial for you."

"Hmph, I hope so," Zekrom scoffed.

He didn't actually believe Talebagos's words, but God had to bow his head under the eaves.

They openly form cliques; if you really hold a grudge, you might get ganged up on by these bastards.

With a more perfect performance to face Reshiram, Zekrom had no choice but to forgive.

"As expected! Was this also part of your bastard's plan?" Groudon glanced at Taleborg with apprehension, thinking to himself, "I need to be careful, this damn two-faced turtle."

"So, Zekrom, do you want to join us?" Groudon asked again.

"Do I have a choice?" Czechrom retorted unhappily.

If I don't join them, those bastards might just turn around and invite Reshiram instead.

This is the last thing He wanted to see.

"Hahaha... Welcome to the team," Groudon said with satisfaction.

Having chosen to join forces when he couldn't win, Zekrom, feeling a sense of boundless freedom, asked curiously, "So what are you all planning to do by joining forces?"

Groudon solemnly declared, "That human holds the power to take us even further."

"What? How is that possible!"

Zekrom stared at Groudon in disbelief, not believing his nonsense at all.

A human being harbors the power to advance the gods? Why don't you mention that human is Arceus's illegitimate son?
"I know this is indeed very shocking, but you can choose to believe it or not. Anyway, I've already told you." Groudon didn't care whether the Zekrom believed him or not.

Even for Groudon, Zekrom and the likes don't believe that this is the best thing.

Groudon, who seemed to want to skip the topic, continued, "Then we can also join forces, since we each have our own competitors."

"This is good."

Both Czech Röhm and Milerton strongly agreed.

Unlike Mewtwo and Regidrago, who do not have a clear opposing side, they each have their own opposing side. If there is any reason for them to unite, it can only be this.

Zekrom wasn't worried about being unable to defeat Reshiram; what worried him was that Reshiram would join this small group, and then it would be a bunch of gods fighting against him, the only god.

This small group can choose not to join, but if the rivals join, they'll be in deep trouble, so they all adhere to the idea of ​​striking first to gain the upper hand.

Regardless of whether it will succeed or not, let's prevent the opponent from succeeding first.

Talebagos, standing nearby, asked curiously, "So how do you want us to help you?"

Groudon chuckled maliciously, then said menacingly, "When I'm fighting with Fishhead, you guys just need to hold off Caterpie for me."

"Me too. You guys just need to hold off that mad dragon for me. I'm going to thoroughly humiliate that white lotus Reshiram," Zekrom echoed fiercely.

Taile Bagos: "..."

Talebagos really wants to ask: Have you ever considered that you might not be able to win?

But considering that he might offend two people with a single word, Talebagos ultimately chose to remain silent.

After feeling that they had exchanged initial opinions, Groudon concluded, "That's settled then. The main reason I called you over was because I was worried you might harm the child."

Mewtwo's clone, who had always remained invisible, nodded expressionlessly.

He had indeed considered whether to eliminate Lu Li, this eyesore, but due to the other party's upright character, He had been holding back and had not taken action.

The same applies to Czechoslovakia.

He had considered whether to kick away this stumbling block who was using his name to swindle people, but his thoughts were the same as Mewtwo's clone, both of them had some reservations.

Now we can just talk it out.

To appear as part of the group, Zekrom also left his divine mark on Lu Li.

Upon seeing this, Mewtwo's clone's lips twitched slightly, and then it awkwardly explained, "I'm just a clone right now, and I don't have the ability to leave the mark of the God of War on him. Let's wait until my real body arrives."

After Mewtwo finished speaking, it withdrew from the mental world on its own.

He was still not quite used to interacting with his colleagues, and would rather spend that time playing a few games with Bao Bao.

Czechrom also withdrew from the mental world, after all, Ike was the real son, and Lu Li was at most a grandpa who was forcibly sent over.

Reginald Lago did not choose to leave. Since he was already living in Lu Li's body, he might as well stay here with the two big shots rather than return to the divine mark.

“Then I’ll take my leave too,” Milton said, and he too left the mental world.

Compared to living in the mental world, Milton prefers to enjoy food in the real world. Judging by the time, it should be almost time for dinner.

Unaware that the gods surrounding him had already completed their first meeting, Lu Li was preparing to receive Ike's gift.

(End of this chapter)