Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 63 The Funeral Song of the Elves

Rumble!

A thick bolt of lightning exploded in everyone's minds, and the entire starry sky was covered by blazing white lightning.

This was not the Elf King's counterattack, but His funeral song.

This was the last time He would unleash this thunder that could split a planet in two.

A kind of conceptual storm and waves were drawn from the Elf King's near-destruction body, and he no longer had the ability to resist.

The surging waters of the Chaos Sea enveloped this conceptual storm as it gradually approached the ancient sun god, eventually merging into it.

At the same time, the three ancient gods, the Immortal Dragon, the Phoenix Ancestor, and the Giant King, launched their strongest attack, aiming to take advantage of the moment when the Ancient Sun God fused with the characteristics of the elves!

However, at this moment, the ancient sun god looked up at the three ancient gods, and what flashed in his eyes was no longer the gentle pale golden light, but a blazing white lightning storm with an aura of destruction!

It seemed that in just a moment, the ancient sun god had already gained control of the Elf King.

The attacks of the three ancient gods all faltered.

Clang!

All the portals to the underworld opened instantly, a giant phoenix disappeared behind the doors, and the doors slammed shut, sealing the entire underworld deep within the spirit realm.

"Roar!" The dragon roared in resentment, but could only retreat, disappearing from the astral plane in an instant and returning to the City of Miracles.

Twilight froze in the astral plane, but eventually it had to retreat. If it didn't leave, it might be the next one to be devoured.

Bang!

The Elf King's body lost its most important characteristic and unique support that maintained its status, and it collapsed directly.

As an ancient god, He, like the other ancient gods, has consumed countless characteristics, and He will not let go of anything related to authority.

So this outbreak is another gift to the world: the ancient gods have fallen, and all things are born!

Countless bolts of lightning erupted toward the real world, the spirit world, and the astral realm, each a manifestation of the ancient gods.

Unlike the previous one, this divine war had a victor, and everything was His spoils.

However, the ancient sun god of today doesn't seem to care much about these things anymore, letting those characteristics fly in all directions without being intercepted.

Beneath His feet, in the surging chaotic sea, an aura was solidifying, and the illusory storm symbol was gradually becoming real.

However, on some level, this is very dangerous.

This was at the end of the Second Age, when the will of that God was terrifyingly strong. With each step closer to the primordial God, another path was made available, and the probability of His awakening increased exponentially.

Of course, the ancient sun god had foreseen this, and reached out to take down the huge clock hanging in the shadows and stuff it into his own body.

This has always been a key means by which He suppressed God's resurrection, and it still helps Him stabilize His own state today.

The next instant, the enormous light and shadow gradually shrank and finally disappeared into the deepest part of the Creator's Heaven.

The chaotic sea also collapsed into a small dot, gradually sinking into the ground and disappearing.

The ancient sun god also needed time to process everything in the "storm" path.

The astral plane returned to its purest state, all the ancient gods went into hibernation, and the Elf King became a thing of the past.

Truman has now arrived outside the Elf Kingdom.

After the fall of the Elf King, this divine kingdom that once bore all the glory of the elves began to collapse, with some parts falling into the depths of the spirit world and others sinking into the abyss of the sea.

Truman watched as the highest elven temple collapsed and shattered.

Goshinam sat in his seat, with the ruined Elven temple behind him, overlooking the last glory of the Elves.

Ultimately, He Himself collapsed, His body split into several parts, and His essence fell onto an unknown island.

All of this happened naturally; Truman discovered something, but he didn't stop it.

Even if Goshinam were to escape at this point, he might not necessarily pursue him.

Countless elves fled to all corners of the world, pursued by extraordinary humans, but on a small scale; the elves were able to retain at least half of their population.

Where is Lady Luck?

Truman suddenly realized something and looked around. He saw the temple of the God of Fortune, but it was deserted and all traces of it had been erased.

The deity enshrined inside foresaw something long ago and ran away.

"Is this what luck is?" Truman slowly shook his head. He really just wanted to make a friend of the goddess of fortune!

"There is also a 'Goddess of Beauty'."

Truman searches for the goddess of beauty who has only recently joined the Elf King's side, only to discover that she has already fled with her vampire people.

Truman wouldn't believe it if Lilith hadn't betrayed him!

Truman reached out and pulled, revealing a treasure vault from somewhere in the Elf Kingdom.

This is the treasure trove of the elves, the extraordinary characteristics accumulated by the elves over thousands of years.

"Series One of 'Perfect Ones': Civilization Initiator?!" There were many amazing items among them, but what surprised Truman was this "Civilization Initiator".

"The giants have 'Civilization Scrolls,' and the elves have 'Civilization Initiators'?"

A strange smile flashed across Truman's face. "I'm afraid the remaining two Sequence One copies are also in the hands of those extraordinary races that have formed unique civilizations."

It is reasonable for "civilization enlighteners" to inspire civilization.

……

Bethel arrived at the edge of the battlefield between the extraordinary humans and the elves, as instructed by Truman.

However, he arrived at the wrong time. By the time he "traveled" to this place, it was already the scene of Truman committing blasphemy and then revealing his dreamlike body.

He was amazed by his teacher's power, but the subsequent divine battle shook him to his core. He didn't even dare to look up, trembling in the face of boundless divine might.

The dreamlike badge on his body emitted specks of phosphorescence, protecting his spirit.

In a fleeting moment, his inspiration struck, and he abruptly turned his head to look, staring intently at a distorted space behind him.

It was a small puddle, a remnant of the battle between the elves, who summoned the tides, and the extraordinary humans.

The water was so clear that it seemed like a mirror reflecting everything.

Bethel, the "Mystic," quietly looked at the puddle. He dared not look up at the battlefield of the gods, but in some ways he was reckless enough to directly examine the puddle with his "Eye of Mystery," which he had recorded.

In his eyes, a beautiful figure in a dark robe was staring back at him in the mirror-like puddle.

The other man's eyes were filled with an envy and a twisted resentment that he couldn't understand.

"Who are you?" Bethel sensed the intense malice and became even more accommodating, his Eye of Peeping penetrating deeper into the puddle.

hum!

The dark robe suddenly flashed from the puddle, and Bethel's expression changed slightly; the Dream Badge on his body trembled slightly.

"The teacher's aura!" Bethel exclaimed in astonishment.

"Are you His apprentice?" An exceptionally sweet voice rang in his ears, and in an instant, Bethel could even imagine what a beautiful and charming woman she was.

(End of this chapter)