Chapter 602: Chapter 511: The Elf Clan’s Challenge (Part 2)

“An envoy? Divine Country? Hiss… Is war finally about to break out?!”

At the next moment, all players received a new system message—

[Ding——]

[Hidden Plot: “World Tree Divine Country” has been triggered]

[Plot Description: News of the “World Tree Divine Country” has come from the Death Desert. Although it is unknown whether this news is true or false, as the Goddess’s devout Believer, the faithful Guardian, we must prepare for official war…]

[The preparations of the Elf Army are nearing the end, and for the final victory, we must make the last sprint!]

[Ding——]

[Special Effect Triggered: Battle Preparation]

[Battle Preparation: All players will receive double experience for the next week]

“Double experience?!”

Seeing the triggered plot BUFF, the players instantly erupted with excitement.

…

Death Desert, Silver Tent Tribe.

This was the largest tribe of Half-Beasts nearest to the Dark Mountain Range and the front line against the Elves attacking the Death Desert.

Like other tribes, after the Elves began their raids, the Silver Tent Tribe also, with the assistance of Sorren Commerce, established a rudimentary stockade wall.

With the stockade wall and a population of over ten thousand, until now… no Elf dared to attack there.

And here, it also became the safest place in the “Elf Disaster Area.”

Even some small tribes flocked to settle outside the stockade of the Silver Tent Tribe, merely to escape the Elves’ clutches…

At the tower of the stockade wall in the Silver Tent Tribe.

The Half-Beast soldier on duty lazily looked out at the desolate desert beyond the tower.

However, suddenly, his gaze shifted, and his expression became serious.

“What is that?”

He looked to the north.

In the northern barren hills, dust suddenly rose in swirls…

The Half-Beast soldier’s heart raced, his expression gradually turned solemn.

He picked up a telescope bought from Sorren Commerce and looked towards the direction where dust was rising…

Then, he saw flags.

The flags bore a black double-headed eagle, a gold fleur-de-lis, strange squares, a ferocious black dragon…

These flags were no longer unfamiliar to the Half-Beasts of the Death Desert.

The gaze of the Half-Beast slightly shifted as he looked towards the bottom of the flags.

He saw fully armed Elves riding various Demon Beasts, forming a neat array charging forward…

From a distance, they numbered no less than two thousand.

“Not good! It’s those Elves that have wiped out the medium-sized tribes!”

His face turned pale as the Half-Beast Warrior hurriedly rang the alarm bell on the tower.

The ear-piercing bell rang, spreading the news of the Elf Army throughout the Silver Tent Tribe.

Even with the Silver Tent Tribe’s strong forces, chaos erupted momentarily.

People’s reputation impacts like a shadow cast by a tree. *The recent victories of the Elves had already terrified the Half-Beasts.*

And it wasn’t until the Elf Army reached the base of the Silver Tent Tribe’s stronghold that the entire tribe calmed down under the high-level officials’ soothing words.

“Everyone don’t panic, these Elves are few in number, they cannot defeat us!”

The High Priest of the tribe shouted from the stockade wall.

After comforting the clansmen, he turned to look at the Elves outside the stockade wall.

A hint of puzzlement appeared in his eyes.

The number of Elves was not many, only around two thousand.

This number might allow them to destroy a medium-sized tribe by ambush, but facing a well-prepared large tribe, they had almost no chance of winning.

At this moment, the Elves did not attack but stayed where they were, precisely beyond the reach of the Half-Beast archers.

They seemingly had no intention to attack.

“What are they planning?”

The High Priest was puzzled.

At this time, the Elf Army moved.

A leading Elf riding a giant dragon whispered a few words to a companion beside them, then an Elf raised a bow and arrow.

That Elf drew the bow fully, the arrow glowing with skill light, then the arrow shot out towards the High Priest on the stockade wall…

“High Priest, beware!”

The surrounding warriors exclaimed.

However, the High Priest of the Half-Beasts neither dodged nor avoided.

He was a Gold Professional; the attack of a Silver Archer was nothing to him.

Moreover, he could tell that the arrow was not aimed at him, it was merely aimed in this direction.

The arrow arrived in a flash, striking a segment of the post in front of the High Priest, with a piece of parchment attached to the arrowhead.

“Hmm?”

The Half-Beast High Priest was intrigued, took down the arrow, and opened the parchment.

The parchment was filled with words, written in the common language of the continent, which the Half-Beast High Priest, who had received church education, could barely understand:

“To the filthy, evil Half-Beasts,”

“You have one week to return the Divine Country of the Mother Goddess.”

“Our army is ready. If you persist in your error, be prepared to face the wrath of the Goddess! You will suffer the Goddess’s punishment, and the ten thousand hooves of the Elf Clan will completely flatten the Death Desert!”

“The brilliance of the Goddess will illuminate everything!”

“Is this… a declaration of war?”

The Half-Beast High Priest’s expression was stern.

He looked up again, and the Elf Army had already turned around and was slowly leaving…

Then, the High Priest looked at the parchment again, his face gradually becoming solemn:

“The Goddess’s rage… the brilliance will illuminate everything…”

“Does this mean… when the time comes, the one from the Elf Forest will attack the Death Desert personally, not just the Elves?!”

*She would break the agreement between True Gods?*

Sweat like beads trickled down his forehead.

No one in this world could withstand the wrath of a True God.

A True God whose essence resided in the Segis World going berserk would be an existence any race would not want to provoke lightly.

“This matter must be reported to the church immediately, and prayers offered before the Father God!”

…

Heavenly Realm, Hunting Ice Plain.

Uller, the God of Winter and Hunting, lightly tapped, and the scene in his vision shattered instantly.

“Heh, threatening me…”

She chuckled twice, her tone carrying a hint of ridicule and seven parts disdain.

She stood up from the throne and approached a rotating sphere of shadow, muttering something under her breath.

As her incantations continued, the sphere emanated a dark radiance, forming an area of shadow.

This was a projection of an interdimensional space.

Uller’s Divine Power surged as she projected her consciousness inside…

In some interdimensional space within the void.

Four terrifying presences gradually emerged.

Fallen Angel Luria glanced at Uller across from her and let out a soft chuckle:

“Uller, you called us in such an urgent manner, did something happen?”

Uller ignored her, instead gazing at the God of Darkness and Shadow, Holder, at the head seat.

“Lord Holder, I received a war declaration from the Evil God Eve.”

“She demands the return of the Divine Country within a week, or else she will send troops to attack the Death Desert, and hinted at her own involvement in the declaration.”

As she spoke, Uller conjured the parchment shot by the Elf.

Holder raised an eyebrow slightly after scanning the contents of the parchment:

“Hmm?”

“It seems… she has not completely lost her mind, still retaining some sense, knowing that True Gods shouldn’t act rashly.”

“Of course, it’s also possible she’s stalling for time. In that case, it could be interesting…”

“Heh, if she really is the existence I suspect, even delaying is just scrambling for a few more days…”

She chuckled.

“So… should I respond? Or… should I wait for a week until she reveals herself?”

Uller’s eyes gleamed, eager to act.

Holder gently shook her head:

“Ignore her.”

“It happens to be an opportunity to make the trap more complete during this time.”

“Heh, we’ll find out who she really is after a week.”

“And for now, let’s start the battle preparations.”

After hearing Holder’s words, Uller hesitated slightly:

“Lord Holder, are you… really not planning to deploy the Shadow Army?”

Holder glanced at Uller:

“Are you worried about heavy losses among your Believers? Affecting your power?”

Uller neither confirmed nor denied.

Holder let out a derisive laugh and said:

“Broaden your horizons. If you can truly obtain the Life and Natural Position, your future path will be much smoother.”

“Do not suffer loss for small gains.”

With that, she shook her head and dispersed her incarnation.

Subsequently, Fallen Angel Luria and Pain Queen Alisa departed one after the other.

Uller struggled internally for a moment, then ultimately gritted her teeth and nodded, also dispersing her incarnation.

The interdimensional space returned to peace once again.