Goddess Kaleidoscope

In the main camp of the imperial army, Canary III was somewhat distracted.

The archbishop before him was rambling on about the greatness of the God of War, urging him to feel the grace he had received, but the emperor's mind had already wandered far away, and he wasn't paying any attention to what the other was saying.

Ever since that day when Ludwig made a forceful visit, revealing to Adrian that his daughter was still alive, he had been distracted and anxious to see his daughter Romian as soon as possible.

The last time Adrian saw his daughter was seven years ago. That year, Romian was only ten years old, and her birthday was three days away. Adrian had carefully prepared a birthday gift for his daughter and planned to hand it to her in person on her birthday. However, the very next day, the prime minister came to him with the late emperor's edict, welcoming him, the hidden prince, to the throne.

Because the incident happened so suddenly and the prime minister was in a hurry to take him back to the capital, Adrian didn't have time to say goodbye to his wife and daughter. He could only ask his friend Byrne to take care of them before he hurriedly returned to the capital with the prime minister.

Adrian thought it was just a temporary separation, and that he would bring his wife and daughter over to reunite with him once he had settled down in the capital. Little did he know that this departure would be their last.

When a blood-soaked Byrne brought the devastating news to Adrian, he could hardly believe his ears. Later, it was Chancellor Goethe who helped him find his enemies, bringing those murderous nobles bound like dumplings to his doorstep.

The moment Adrian saw his enemies, he felt as if something in his mind had shattered completely. Without hesitation, he snatched the sword from the guard beside him and personally chopped off the heads of all those men.

That was Adrian's first murder, and from that moment on, he became Canary III in his entirety.

Over the years, although Canary III has married many wives, the Canary royal bloodline still needs to be continued, but the position of queen has remained vacant, and no amount of persuasion has worked.

To Canary III's utter surprise, his daughter was still alive and had become a priestess. Unfortunately, the sect she belonged to was now on the opposite side of him, which left Canary III in a very awkward position.

It's no exaggeration to say that Canary III has been preoccupied with how to reunite with his daughter these past few days, putting all other military and political matters out of his mind.

At this moment, the purple-robed bishop of the Church of War noticed that the emperor was absent-minded and had obviously drifted off again. He was immediately displeased, but he could not show it due to the other party's status. He could only cough twice on purpose, and Canary III was just brought back to his senses.

"Uh... I'm sorry, I've been having trouble sleeping these past couple of days and I'm not feeling very well. Where were we?"

“I was just talking about God… the Chosen Ones. The six Chosen Ones I taught have arrived at the military camp and will assist the Imperial army in battle.”

"I see. Then please be sure to convey the Empire's gratitude to your High Priest. The Empire will remember your help."

"It is an honor!"

Although he was cursing inwardly, the bishop maintained a friendly and smiling demeanor on the surface. This war had become extremely important for both the Empire and the Church of War, and the Supreme High Priest had even sent six "Chosen Ones" to directly assist in the battle.

Others may not know the details of those chosen ones, but the special envoy of the purple-robed bishop knows that those guys are no ordinary people!

If we still can't win after all this effort, then we'll have to ask the God of War to personally take up arms and lead the charge.

At this time, at the camp of the God of War's special envoy delegation, the luxurious tent that was originally occupied by the special envoy himself had been given to several esteemed divine messengers. These servants created by the gods had come to assist the empire under the guise of "chosen ones."

These six divine messengers were reinforcements that the Supreme High Priest had managed to obtain from the God of War with great difficulty; otherwise, given the God of War's personality, he would not have done such a thing.

For the God of War, what he enjoys is the act of war. In the past, he would bless both sides in a war, and no matter who won, they would have to praise him in the end. The losing side would think that their faith in the God of War was not devout enough, and in short, the responsibility could not be blamed on the god.

However, in this war between the Canary Islands and the Duran, the Cult of War has taken sides. If the Empire wins, it's fine; at worst, people will privately criticize it for aiding and abetting the enemy. But if the Empire loses, it will be a huge disgrace.

Therefore, seeing that the situation was turning against the Empire due to the involvement of the Pantheon and the Northern Alliance, the cultists of the God of War were far more anxious than the Empire's generals.

So the High Priest directly spoke to his own god and begged six divine messengers to descend to the mortal realm. But they didn't know that as soon as the six messengers arrived, the news was relayed to the Pantheon by the Holy Church of Light, who had been watching them closely.

The messenger who delivered the letter to Lud even stated to Lud that if the Pantheon felt it couldn't hold out, it could seek help from the Holy Church of Light at any time. Their Pope's authority was far greater than that of the Supreme High Priest on the other side, and he could borrow five divine messengers from the divine realm to descend to the mortal world at any time.

No matter who is messing with the War God Cult, the heroes of the Holy Light Cult will definitely come to their aid!

On Lu De's side, upon learning that the opposing side had six divine messengers assisting him, he thought that he should first try to determine the strength of those divine messengers.

It's important to understand that even divine messengers under the same deity can vary greatly in combat strength, depending on the level of divine power the deity granted them upon creation. Therefore, divine messengers are essentially similar to priests, except that they hold a higher status and are far more adaptable to divine power than mortals.

Taking the divine messengers on Lud's side as an example, the divine messengers who created the three sisters were undoubtedly the lowest-ranking menial servants, a group of three-headed dolls with negligible combat power. The few management-type divine messengers were slightly stronger, but still belonged to the category of "civil servants," equivalent only to first-rate experts among mortals.

The true combat-type divine messengers are Fallen Leaf and Alvitt, both of whom are divine messengers of mid-level fourth-tier gods. They possessed considerable combat power from the moment they were born, and their actual level can be roughly classified as "quasi-top-tier strongmen." They are capable of going toe-to-toe with the small group of mortals at the very top of the pyramid, and when using a full set of divine artifacts, they can crush them.

The problem now is that the God of War is an eighth-tier high god, so theoretically speaking, the strongest divine messenger he can create is probably equivalent to a fifth or sixth-tier mid-level god.

But this is only in theory. The God of War has many divine messengers under his command, reportedly several hundred, including "divine consorts" who play the role of a harem. When Lude heard this for the first time, he exclaimed that this god was like a shut-in, even making his own wives, which drew meaningful stares from Aina and the others.

So Lude decided to test the waters first, to find out what those guys were capable of, before formulating a targeted plan.

In the Imperial Army camp, six divine messengers who had been sent down to the mortal realm on official business were enjoying mortal entertainment activities that they would never have the opportunity to experience in their own divine realm, all meticulously arranged by the War God Cult. Each of them had two young girls in his arms and was having a great time.

For the clergy of the God of War, the divine messengers are agents sent down by the gods. Although everyone is a servant serving the God of War, their status is incomparable, much like the chief steward in the palace and the local officials below.

Fortunately, after the two sides made formal contact, the clergy responsible for receiving these divine messengers discovered that although the divine messengers were not mortals, they had all the likes and dislikes of ordinary people, which made things much easier.

Since the special envoy was still negotiating with the emperor, the six divine messengers were not needed for the time being, so they waited in the main tent. The special envoy instructed his subordinates to treat these distinguished guests well, not only bringing out piles of fine wine and meat, but also specially arranging for a group of "divine maidens" to accompany them.

The special envoy's arrangements greatly pleased the divine messengers.

One of the shirtless, blond, muscular men was named Mare, and he was the leader of the six divine messengers who had descended to the mortal realm. At this moment, he was secretly pleased with himself. It was thanks to his quick thinking and action that he had volunteered before the God of War as soon as he sought help in the mortal realm, and thus successfully secured this cushy job.

Among the hundreds of divine messengers under the God of War, Mare was not the type who was particularly good at fighting, but he had the advantage of high comprehension after birth and had mastered the skill of flattery on his own, so he was very much liked by the God of War, Feigolai.

In the minds of mortals in the lower realm, the divine realm is a paradise on earth, a pure land of bliss. But the truth is that while the subspace divine realms specially created by several great gods are indeed good places, only the gods themselves can enjoy themselves in the divine realm. The divine messengers are merely servants created by the gods to serve them.

Ma Lei didn't know how the other two great gods' messengers were treated, but these war god messengers didn't actually have a very comfortable life in the divine realm, because their master was a "show-off" who would often come up with some very strange ideas and then make fun of his messengers.

Things like the God of War drinking and wanting to watch a duel for entertainment are all commonplace and routine operations that everyone is used to. What the divine messengers find truly unacceptable is the God of War's overly free-spirited XP!

Ma Lei still remembers that more than a hundred years ago, the God of War suddenly held a grand martial arts competition in the divine realm, inviting all the battle envoys to the arena, and promising to award the first place winner a "mysterious grand prize".

The divine messenger who won the contest was named Evan. He was one of the earliest divine messengers created by the God of War and was over two thousand years old. He was an old subordinate who had followed the God of War in the divine war and was extremely loyal to him.

However, as Evan eagerly awaited his master's reward, the God of War's mysterious grand prize was revealed, leaving all the divine messengers dumbfounded. The so-called reward was that the God of War would use his supreme divine power to transform him from a battle messenger into a divine consort, and thus Evan became Evan.

Spending their days in the divine realm accompanying their master in his foolish antics, the male divine messengers in the divine realm are actually not in a very good mental state. Apart from a few who are looking forward to it, all the other divine messengers are on tenterhooks, afraid that one day they will be "chosen" by their master.

In comparison, Mare is actually the kind of person who takes things in stride. There's really no difference between changing and not changing. As a divine messenger, one has to serve one's own god after all. Serving while lying down might be easier than serving while standing.

However, before that, Mare still hoped to have a relatively complete male experience, and this trip to the mortal realm on official business was a good opportunity.

However, just as Mare was preparing to take the two mortal goddesses back to his private room for a proper intimate encounter, a commotion suddenly arose outside the tent. Several divine messengers sensed a powerful creature rapidly approaching from the sky.

Mare, who had also participated in the war of the gods, was very familiar with this magical fluctuation and was immediately surprised.

"A dragon?"

Since they had just arrived in the lower realm, the War God Cult was busy arranging a welcome feast for these gentlemen and did not share any information immediately. The divine messengers were unaware of the dragon's harassment of the military camp and thought that the only opponents were some mortal heretics and the lower gods they worshipped.

At this moment, the blue dragon carrying a large wooden bucket flew directly above the Imperial Army Camp, making strange noises in a rather comical tone.

"Hahaha, here comes the chicken soup!"

Seeing the familiar scene, the imperial soldiers cursed as they expertly covered their faces and mouths. Several divine envoys had just emerged from their tents when they looked up and witnessed the breathtaking sight of the flying creature descending straight down.

"Boiled!"

It's been almost a week since the last time they threw excrement from the sky. The Empire originally thought that the other side had given up on this purely disgusting tactic, but unexpectedly, the old president clenched his fist, and the other side was holding back a big one! Not only has the capacity of the bucket doubled, but the contents have also been fermented, making the taste even richer and more savory.

The divine messengers, experiencing this for the first time, were horrified to discover that although they had managed to create a barrier to block the impact of the golden liquid, they had not been able to block the terrifying odor. This gave the group of divine messengers, who had just been feasting, an unprecedented feeling... nausea.

"Damn dragon! I'll make him pay!"

Seeing that the dragon was trying to escape after doing something bad, Mare, enraged, sneered and revealed his "battle form." A pair of light wings unfurled from his back, and he suddenly took off, flying straight towards the dragon in the sky.

Seeing a shiny creature suddenly leap out from below, the Azure Dragon threw down its wooden bucket and turned to flee at full speed. Mare immediately gave chase, both moving with astonishing speed, disappearing from sight in the blink of an eye.

The other five divine messengers also wanted to chase after them to help, but then several more dragons flew in from another direction, so they had to give up supporting Mare and intercept these newly appeared enemies first.

On the other side, Mare, who was chasing the Azure Dragon, flew for over a hundred miles in one breath. Mare's speed was clearly superior, and the distance between the two was constantly closing.

Mare, who was chasing the dragon alone, was full of confidence. Although he was not among the strongest elite divine messengers under the God of War, he still had the strength equivalent to a peak third-tier god. Moreover, he was wearing divine armor bestowed by the God of War. Let alone a single blue-gold dragon, even if there were seven or eight more, they would not be his match.

As the two drew closer, Mare could grab the tip of the other's tail with a single reach. Suddenly, the Azure Dragon transformed in mid-air, turning from a dragon into a human form. Mare instantly overtook the dragon, which had been slowing down.

In the instant their figures crossed, Mare was astonished to see that the cyan dragon, now in human form, made a face at him, its brows furrowed in a triumphant expression.

Just then, a dozen figures radiating divine power suddenly appeared from all directions, completely surrounding Mare.

Mare stopped and looked around. He was surrounded by a group of women dressed in black armor. Judging from their figures, they all seemed to be women, but Mare immediately sensed the presence of his "kindred spirits".

"Divine messengers? You're subordinates of that so-called God of Medicine?"

Mare didn't know much about the opponent they would face on their descent to Earth. He only knew that the opponent was a new god born after the war of the gods, probably only a hundred or eighty years old, and that his subordinate sects had only begun to emerge in recent years, so his strength shouldn't be very strong.

As for other gods such as the God of Love and the God of War, they are probably just disguises of this God of Medicine, using tricks to occupy more divine positions and gain more faith.

The God of War initially paid no attention to such a rising star, and even lacked the interest to suppress him. But this weakling was so arrogant as to dare to provoke the God of War, so the God of War naturally had to use his role as a senior deity to teach the young god a lesson for being too overconfident.

Surrounded, Mare remained completely calm, because he could tell that although these female divine messengers outnumbered him, their individual strength was not strong, roughly between the first and second tiers, far inferior to his own.

Judging from their strength, it's not hard to deduce that the so-called Medicine God is probably a mid-level god of the fourth or fifth tier. They are indeed slightly stronger than initially expected, but that's about it.

Ma Lei felt much more at ease, thinking that he had secured his position.

Surrounded by more than a dozen divine messengers, Mare stood proudly in the sky, fearlessly casting a buff on himself.

The squad of Heroic Spirits surrounding him stood ready, with eight Heroic Spirits wielding large shields and longswords positioned on either side, forming a pincer movement against Mare, while several "guerrillas" circled around on the outer perimeter.

Ma Lei was confident in his strength, which was equivalent to that of a god at the peak of the third tier. He believed that these low-level divine messengers, who were one or two tiers below him, were no match for him. Even if he had to fight ten against one, he would not be at a disadvantage.

As for the medicine god behind these heretical messengers, He should be much stronger than himself, but it is almost impossible for a god to personally descend to the mortal realm to fight.

So Mare felt completely at ease and wasn't worried at all. After applying the buff, he took a more interesting look at the heretical messengers around him, who were wearing tight leather armor, and then he laughed.

"Wow! Aren't these all stunningly beautiful women with amazing figures?!"

However, just as Mare was happily contemplating capturing a few to take back and have some fun with his brothers, he was struck directly in the face by a long-range attack from thousands of meters away. The powerful impact pierced through his skull. Fortunately, the divine messenger was not of mortal descent; even with his wild imagination, he wouldn't die of joy!

Faced with an attack method he had never seen before, Mare tumbled more than a dozen times in the air before regaining his balance. He reached up and touched his forehead, his fingertips clearly feeling the breeze blowing from behind him. He was relieved but also felt a wave of fear.

The divine messenger is indeed difficult to kill, but he is not immortal!

On a hilltop several kilometers away, Atropos, the eldest of the three craftswomen, was looking at the terrified Mare through binoculars. Beside her, the youngest sister, Lachesis, lay on a blanket, operating a large-caliber sniper rifle. The spent cartridges ejected by pulling the bolt were as big as small thermos flasks.

Behind them, the second sister, Croto, was constantly pulling out various powerful weapons from the tool bag in her overalls.

As mentioned before, the three craftswomen have successfully tinkered with a number of modern firearms based on the design plans and blueprints provided by Lud. Things like the Gatling gun that shoots blue flames and the "Buffett Gold Cannon (laughs)" are all genuine artifacts. After they were made, they were stored in the warehouse as a technological reserve.

Lude felt that these overly powerful weapons, like some strange XPs, were too far off for the humans of this world to access, but they could keep them for future use.

So this ambush came in handy.

Anyway, they're not going to fight people (literally).

According to their battle plan, the fastest flying dragon, Sanders, would first run to the Imperial Army's camp to dump swill and taunt the target, then lead them into their carefully laid ambush. The Heroic Spirit squad led by Alvitt would jump out to surround and restrain the target, creating an opportunity for the three sisters in the distance to snipe.

The entire operation went smoothly, except that Marey was more resilient than expected. The 30mm bullet only made a large, clear hole in his forehead, but did not kill him on the spot.

Seeing this, the eldest sister, who was acting as an observer, sighed with some heartache.

"The firepower isn't enough!"