Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 850: The Golden Court’s Instigation

Tunaras, the city of plunderers.

In Tunaras, a city built of violence and plunder, the architectural styles on both sides of the streets are disorganized, with various buildings juxtaposed together without any coordination between them.

Every building here comes from a different world and a different civilization. Some are ancient palaces that were uprooted and moved from the entire plane, some are dilapidated castles dismantled from the battlefield of the material plane, and some are wonders from other worlds. They were brought back as trophies by the Gis foreign raiders and placed randomly in the streets and alleys of Tunaras.

—But these spoils won’t last long.

When the Githyans become bored or agitated, their violent natures become apparent.

A meaningless carnival might raze an entire building to the ground, and a boring fight could lead to looters wreaking havoc on a neighborhood.

When a building can no longer withstand their destruction, or simply makes them tired, they will pull it up without hesitation, throw it into the garbage dump outside the city, or even throw it into the void of the astral world and let it drift with the current.

In this city built on destruction and reconstruction, the only constant is the Gis people's desire for conquest.

Deep in this city of violence and plunder, a magnificent obsidian palace stands proudly.

Whispering Palace-the palace of Vlaakith, the Queen of the Githyans, symbolizing her supreme rule.

The palace walls, as dark as night, were like silent beasts, swallowing up all prying eyes. There was only a narrow path that passed through a huge statue of Ghis and led to the only palace gate.

Behind the statue is a complex and secret maze. Layers of interlaced obsidian walls surround the Whispering Palace. Anyone who attempts to enter the palace must pass through this path full of deception and death.

In the center of the maze, a magnificent hall supported by obsidian pillars stands tall.

In the pitch-black hall, deep flames burned in the corners of the palace, illuminating a corridor leading to the throne.

Queen Vlaakith sat on her throne.

Her face was gloomy, and ominous psychic flames flickered deep in her scarlet pupils.

On her left and right stood a huge red dragon guard, their huge bodies coiled and coiled like a sleeping disaster, the embers of dragon flame throbbing deep in their throats, and they could devour the invading enemies with just one command.

In the hall, besides Vlaakis, there were several blurry figures hiding in the shadows.

That was the ally she had placed high hopes on—the representative of the Golden Court.

"You promised me that if I stood against the Golden Tyrant and the Abyss, I could join the Golden Court."

"You promised me godhood and promised to help me... But now, the war has broken out, the Golden Tyrant has brazenly sent troops, and you choose to break your promise?!"

"Why?!"

Her tone was as cold as a knife as she questioned those figures.

The shadows of five dragon heads slowly emerged, circling in the air. Each dragon head carried an indescribable majesty and unfathomable ancient aura.

"Calm down, Vlaakith."

The Dragon Mother's voice echoed leisurely, like the murmur of dragons from a thousand eons ago, or like the whisper of fate that permeated time and space - she spoke neither hurriedly nor slowly, revealing a calmness that came from being in control of the overall situation.

"The dragon pantheon will be your most solid ally."

Then, an elf-like figure in the darkness moved slightly forward, its pointed ears trembling slightly in the dim light.

"The elven pantheon will also stand by your side and give you enough support."

His words were gentle and ethereal, revealing the usual elegance and thoughtfulness of an elf, but also with a hint of hesitation, as if he was maintaining some delicate balance.

Then, a burly figure full of power said in a deep voice:
"Panthea·Xanadu will fight alongside you!"

His voice was like thunder, full of determination, like an eternal rock, but behind this determination, there was still some imperceptible reservation.

Finally, an extremely tall silhouette emerged from the shadows, and the giant-like figure said in a deep voice:
"The giant pantheon will follow soon after."

One statement after another, one high-sounding promise after another.

But Vlaakis's expression did not ease at all, but became even gloomier.

What she needs is not verbal comfort, but substantial action!

Now, the Golden Tyrant is at the gates of the city, but the Golden Royal Court still refuses to allow the Gis foreigners to officially join the court and refuses to fulfill its original promise!
Her scarlet eyes narrowed slightly, and her cold voice echoed in the hall.

"You promised to let me join the Golden Court, grant me godhood, and lead me into the Pantheon."

"Let the Gis people join the royal court - this is the deal between us!!!"

Her tone revealed unmistakable anger and suppressed murderous intent.

"Now that the Golden Tyrant has come to your doorstep, you are still hesitating?"

"What do you mean by refusing to allow the Gisyans to join the royal court?!"

Facing Vlaakith's anger, the Dragon Mother slowly raised her five dragon heads, her golden pupils flickering faintly. She sighed softly, her tone calm, yet revealing irresistible authority.

"Vlakis, you should know that the Golden Court does not want to go to war with the Abyss yet."

She spoke slowly, her voice echoing in the hall like a low dragon language spell.

"Although there is only one Abyss Lord, the Golden Tyrant, representing the Abyss now, don't forget that behind them is the Demon King Council, the thirteen Demon God Legions that obey the Council, and the other three Abyss Lords."

Her voice deepened, and the five dragon heads swayed slightly, as if recalling some unspeakable terrifying existence.

"Especially that... White Death."

"He is the head of the abyss."

There was a hint of fear in her voice, and her dragon's intuition told her that if the Golden Court confronted the Abyss head-on now, the White Death would surely arrive first, pushing the war into an irreversible abyss.

"Once we go to war with the Abyss, the White Death will bear the brunt of the attack and will attack us first. By then... several more gods will fall from the royal court, and even some pantheons will be completely wiped out."

At one side, the representative of the elven pantheon spoke.

His voice was gentle and calm, revealing the unique remoteness and wisdom of an elf.

"Of course, Vlaakis, we in the Golden Court are not afraid of the abyss."

"It's just that... the time has not come yet."

He sighed softly and continued:

"The golden ring has not yet been completed."

"According to the Royal Court's plan, as long as we complete the Golden Ring and build the Supreme Throne first, we will be able to create a Supreme God of [Godhood Level 20]."

His eyes were deep, and there was a hint of yearning in his voice:

"The Supreme Godhead, the only one that exists only in legends."

"You know, there are only three known holders of the Supreme Godhead in the universe."

"The first one is the God of Gods of the great kingdom of heaven, the voiceless Io."

“He is not limited by belief. Even if there are no believers, He is still supreme.”

"The second is the creator of the dragons, the endless dragons that surround the universe."

"His presence permeates the entire universe, and his power is beyond anything we can comprehend."

"The third is pure radiance, the representative of the invisible will."

“He is the light itself, He is the embodiment of will.”

"The legends of these three ancients have always been passed down in the heavens and all realms."

“Although we can no longer directly witness their existence, their footprints are everywhere in the world.”

"If we can complete the Golden Ring and seize the Supreme Throne..."

"Then, a new supreme god will be born in the royal court!"

"By then, we no longer need to fear the abyss, nor the four Chaos Lords, or even the stars..."

"We will become the overlord of the baseline universe."

"Instead of - continuing to hide in the ether." The Golden King's plan is grand and far-reaching.

But Vlaakis doesn't care about that, she only cares about the present.

Her nails dug deep into the armrests of the throne, leaving tiny cracks on the obsidian surface. She repeated through gritted teeth:

"I just want the Gisyans to join the Golden Court."

Faced with Vlaakis, who was like a parrot and didn't respond to PUA, her stubbornness gradually turned the expressions of the pantheon representatives present cold.

The first thing that can be confirmed is that the Golden Court has actually been deceiving the Gis people, instigating them to provoke and confront the Abyss, and all kinds of big promises have been made.

But, that's just nonsense!
If you believe it, then you can't blame the royal court.

The Mother of Dragons - the Five-Headed Shadow raised her head slightly, with an unhappy light flashing in her golden pupils.

She said slowly:
"Vlaakis, even if the Gisyans don't join the royal court, it doesn't mean you are not part of the royal court."

“That doesn’t stop us from providing support.”

Her tone was gentle, yet condescending, like a king who bestowed favors and taught an ungrateful subject.

"Can't you see how much help we have given you?"

She paused for a moment and continued:

"I have sent my personal troops directly to you."

"And the other gods have given you a correction value assistance of 500 billion."

Her voice was like the sound of a heavy bell, emphasizing the number "500 billion".

However, before she could finish...

"Not 500 billion!"

Vlaakith's roar suddenly interrupted her words, and his scarlet eyes were burning with rage.

She stood up suddenly, her red robe creating a slight air current on the throne, and her hands were clenched tightly.

She demanded angrily:

"What 500 billion? How is it possible to have 500 billion?!"

Her angry eyes swept across the phantoms of the gods present. Those representing different pantheons had different expressions. Some sneered, some frowned, and some observed her performance calmly.

The representative of the Earth Spiritual System standing next to the Dragon Mother—a divine being who looked like a dragonborn, but taller and possessed a deep purple psychic glow—had a sudden cold look in his eyes.

He slowly opened his mouth and scolded:

"Vlaakis, you are so disrespectful to the royal court."

"The pantheons of the Royal Court have done enough for you. Do you think you respect us now?"

At the same time, another representative of the scaly pantheon also stood up.

He had a long and narrow figure, and his skin was a mixture of dark green and gold, like snake scales. His voice carried a hint of cold disdain.

"Vlakis, have you ever said thank you to the royal court?"

There was deathly silence in the Obsidian Hall.

Vlaakis clenched his fists so tightly that the knuckles turned white.

These “allies”…

They were high and mighty, self-righteous; they were giving alms while she was begging.

She is the supreme queen of the Gisyan people, the ruler of the astral plane, and the conqueror... but in this palace, she is just a "vassal" trying to fight for her rights.

As the saying goes, one plays the good cop and the other plays the bad cop, and only when both the carrot and the stick are used together can the dog be trained to be obedient.

——Now that the white-faced actor has finished his performance, it’s time for the red-faced actor to take the stage.

The representative of the elven pantheon took a step forward, a hint of "sincerity" in his emerald eyes, and a gentle tone full of admonition -

"Vlakis, the royal court's assistance will be delivered to you continuously through special channels."

“All you have to do is consume as much yard as possible here.”

"Even if you are the defeated party, the royal court has already found a way out for you."

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

"The world needs you - it needs you to resist the abyss."

“We need role models like you.”

He paused, his tone becoming gentler and more seductive:

"Only through your sacrifice can other forces truly realize the threat of the Courtyard and the Abyss."

His words were like honey spit out by a poisonous snake, sweet and pleasant to the ear, but concealing a deadly poison.

After the elven pantheon's words of comfort fell, the representative of the giant pantheon sneered, making no effort to hide his contempt.

He was as tall and strong as a mountain, and his voice reverberated like thunder in the obsidian hall.

"Vlaakis."

"That Hugh Abraham is at most close to the level of medium divine power."

"His godhood level is only between 11 and 14 at best."

His eyes were full of disdain.

"what about you?"

"Although you don't have godhood, you are a lich, and you have the home advantage!"

"With our various assistance, what do you have to fear?"

The corners of his mouth curled up in a provocative smile.

"If you don't fight him, how do you know you are inferior to him?"

"In the final analysis—"

He sneered, and the sound echoed in the hall with naked sarcasm.

"The so-called Golden Tyrant is nothing but a brat!"

"In terms of age, his years are not even a fraction of ours!"

He said loudly to Vlaakis:

"Vlakis, cheer up and don't lose face!"

There was silence in the main hall.

Vlakis now wished he could give the giant pantheon representative in front of him a blow.

Of course she could hear that Wang Ting was forcing her to take action.

If you want to blame someone, just blame her for being bewildered at the time and being narrowed eyes by Wang Ting.

At the same time, she also misjudged the strategic direction of the Golden Tyrant. The other side did not engage in operations or make friends with distant countries and attack nearby ones. Instead, it directly adopted the early war strategy and planned to continue expanding through the wolf-like method of fighting to support fighting.

She is now trapped in her own web, with no way out, and can only fight to the death against the abyss.

While Vlaakis was talking with the Golden Court, she suddenly received an urgent message.

The joint fleet that had been on the outskirts of Tunaras responded, and the flagship named Sword of Glory began to approach the border.

She suddenly realized:
"Damn it, the Golden Tyrant has arrived at the front line and is planning to launch the first offensive..."