CHAPTER 590: CHAPTER 506: FATHER!

*One could only say, with those self-proclaimed Chosen Ones, players whose walking and speaking styles were bizarre, and as they deepened their activities, certain things were being subtly changed.*

*By now, in the elven trade on the black market, a situation had emerged where buyers would repeatedly confirm with the sellers before making a purchase,*

"These elves... They’re not from those weird species, right?"

*It was nothing more than the fear of being deceived.*

*They had been duped too many times before.*

*The surrounding Half-Beasts were not satisfied with the old mage’s explanation.*

*However, the Oracle King seated above and the new Chief Priest began to adopt a peculiar expression.*

*They exchanged a glance, and the Oracle King nodded to the Chief Priest.*

The Chief Priest lightly coughed twice, and the whole tent instantly fell silent...

*The Chief Priest was quite satisfied with this.*

*He paused for a moment and looked at the old mage,*

"Mr. Envoy, I want to verify something with the Dark Church..."

Saying this, his expression became slightly strange,

"Have any god statues gone missing in your various racial tribes recently?"

Upon hearing his question, the old mage was initially stunned but then understood something, showing a slight realization.

After that, his expression gradually became unpleasant, and he almost gritted,

"Those damned... cunning elves! Evil blasphemers!"

...

"Hahaha..."

The laughter echoed across the Death Desert, full of joyous vibes.

A group filled with spoils stretched out like a long column, marching grandly towards the Dark Mountain Range.

The group consisted entirely of elves, numbering more than two thousand. They wore diverse gear, rode different types of Demon Beasts, and carried varied banners, appearing like a triumphant returning army.

They were high-level players who participated in the Death Desert mission.

This time, led by four major guilds and joined by over ten second-rate guilds, they formed this elven united vanguard.

They collaborated to successively attack three medium-sized tribes in the Death Desert, annihilating one, and plundering the other two before reinforcements could arrive.

Now, satisfied with their abundant loot, they began their return, unable to carry anymore.

The aftermath of their grand victory was still etched on every person’s face, with upturned lips, bright eyes, brimming with an uncontainable confidence and joy.

And among them, the most smug was Demacia, who, surrounded by players, rode a Mountain Giant Bear and carried the Nature’s Heart Iris Banner.

He was in high spirits, full of pride in his expression.

Meanwhile, the surrounding players gathered around him with constant flattery,

"As expected of you, Demacia! You even managed to play a new trick with Divine Punishment!"

"Hahaha! I still remember how those Half-Beasts looked when faced with the God of Darkness and Shadow’s Divine Punishment. It was as if they had seen a ghost! Hahaha!"

"Hahaha! That’s a justice backstab from our ’allied forces’!"

"It’s hilarious. At the time, I actually wondered if they got struck dumb..."

"The most outrageous was Elder Demacia! Even though you surrounded the stockade walls, you intentionally let one escape—a witness to Divine Punishment—dumping the blame on the God of Darkness and Shadow’s head?!"

"And shouting loudly, wasn’t that the God of Darkness and Shadow’s Divine Punishment? That exaggerated expression... I nearly spat out my drink!"

"Master is amazing!"

The players were full of fervor.

And the center of the topic, Demacia, who had obtained the God of Darkness and Shadow statues from the dwarves in the Underworld through Half-Beast slave trade, was even more arrogantly proud.

He said gleefully,

"Just basic operations, basic operations, nothing special, nothing special."

"Master is impressive!"

"It proves that there’s nothing that can’t be done, only things unimagined. An abolished Divine Punishment style? Hahaha..."

"Hehehe, let’s make them fight amongst themselves!"

The other players continued their sycophancy.

However, upon hearing the players’ words, Demacia shook his head,

"Making them fight isn’t certain. The Half-Beasts may have low intelligence, but they aren’t foolish. Someone among so many individuals could notice our pattern; it’s not like we don’t have a history."

"But... hehehe, it’s enough to disgust them and bury some nails."

He laughed insidiously.

This spirited fellow, when he laughed, there was always an indescribable lewdness.

Nevertheless, the surrounding players praised him more intensely,

"As expected of Lord Demacia!"

"Awesome, Lord Demacia!"

However, after the flattery, they eagerly gathered around, anticipation in their eyes,

"Um... Elder Demacia, could you share some statues with our guild?"

"Yeah, yeah! You could sell them to us! We’ll pay a high price!"

Upon hearing the players’ words, Demacia shook his head,

"No, no, this was obtained after much effort. If you want them, get them yourselves. I posted the method on the forum."

The God of Darkness and Shadow wasn’t Uller.

She was, indeed, a True God of medium Divine Power.

It proved that her Divine Punishment was much more formidable.

The sweeping effect of that Divine Punishment, in one strike, demolished the stockade walls painstakingly erected by the medium tribe while darkening all Half-Beasts and unfortunate players within the range into shadow monsters...

Such a powerful secret weapon, he naturally wanted to keep it for himself.

The Nature’s Heart Guild couldn’t get enough of it!

"Elder, don’t be like that!"

"There’s no other way! Your merchant guild is the only trustworthy one! When we approached the dwarves, they treated us like lunatics..."

"Elder, please take us with you!"

The players still didn’t give up hope.

"Hehehe... plead with me! Call me daddy, and I’ll give you the statues!"

Demacia became even prouder as his expression gradually turned cheeky.

Evidently, he was a bit smug again.

Players:...

The surrounding others fell into silence for several seconds...

Then, their voices came out in unison:

"Elder... we beg you..."

"Dad! Living dad!"

Demacia:...

*In the face of enough benefits, dignity was just used paper in the game...*

...

*The major guilds made a significant commotion.*

*In this operation, not only did they use the ’Elf Kingdom’s’ battlefield channel, but they also launched a livestream online.*

*Eve, who had been distracted with the players’ movements, naturally knew all their actions.*

She sat on her divine throne, seemingly deep in thought,

"The God of Darkness and Shadow’s Divine Punishment?"

"This guy Demacia always manages to pull off new tricks..."

She chuckled lightly and shook her head.

*Although she didn’t think this would truly impact divine collaborations, sometimes differences started with minor matters.*

*And for True Gods, desecrating a statue wasn’t trivial.*

*Another True God’s Divine Punishment striking her own Believer wasn’t a minor affair.*

*However, God of Darkness and Shadow Holder was, after all, a medium Divine Power God.*

*Weak, small, medium...*

*The gulf between her and Uller was not something easily explained.*

*Eve didn’t think even if he, knowing his Divine Punishment had gone wrong, would compromise and change the Divine Punishment mechanism like Uller.*

*Ultimately... the struck were not his own Believers.*

*And having a statue desecrated would likely infuriate this True God, and bringing down Divine Punishment was necessary.*

*However... players clearly discovered a new land. From now on, Holder’s statues would definitely be popular.*

*He probably needed to remain indignant for some time...*

*Eve was naturally pleased with this.*

*After all, he was already an adversary, so being a bit more hostile didn’t bother her.*

*Surely, in the future, Holder’s Divine Punishment would routinely visit the Death Desert...*

*In this case, Divine Punishment striking other Believers wasn’t the problem; how subsequent Divine Punishments were managed was the issue.*

*And this had a strong potential to affect divine cooperation.*

*It was up to Holder to handle it.*

*In a sense, this was an open stratagem...*

*As Eve speculated, at this moment, a certain awkward situation had indeed arisen between two True Gods...*

*In a certain alternate space within the void.*

*Several shadows, either divinely majestic or evilly degenerate, converged continually.*

*The leading shadow was fully enshrouded in darkness, its aura vast, the projection of the God of Darkness and Shadow, Holder...*

*And opposite her was another sacred aura, surrounded by silver radiance and ice.*

*It was the projection of the God of Winter and Hunting, Uller.*

The two True Gods viewed each other, the atmosphere momentarily heavy.

"Lord Holder, shouldn’t you give me an explanation for your Divine Punishment?"

Uller’s deep voice gradually echoed.