Extraordinary Rise: Starting Contract with the Silver Dragon Countess

Despite the Dark God's seemingly all-consuming rage and murderous intent, Verekis's exquisite face remained strangely calm.

There was no fear, no panic, and not even much reverence that should be present when facing the supreme deity.

She hovered quietly in mid-air, her long emerald green hair swaying slightly under the pressure of an invisible divine power, her eyes clear and indifferent.

Her calm, almost indifferent attitude undoubtedly further enraged Erebus, the god of darkness.

"Humph……"

A cold snort, filled with endless chill and anger, rang out from the dark vortex.

That single cold snort caused violent ripples in the space, and the city walls of Florence below seemed to groan under the strain.

Immediately afterwards, a hand that blotted out the sky slowly emerged from the center of the dark vortex.

That hand was not a physical object, yet it was more solid and more terrifying than any physical object.

Countless intricate and mysterious dark divine runes flow across it, each rune containing the ultimate law of devouring light, annihilating matter, and ending existence.

Wherever his palm passed, space silently collapsed and vanished, turning into the most primordial nothingness.

There was no sound, no light, only an ever-expanding silence and darkness!
The God of Darkness, the supreme being who wields the essence of darkness, has finally stopped merely using divine power to oppress and has taken direct action.

He will wipe this elven queen, who dared to blaspheme against the gods and steal His divinity, along with the area she inhabits, from the material world.

A colossal dark hand, encompassing the entirety of Florence and imbued with boundless destructive power, crashed down upon Virekis, as well as Cohen and Yardelle behind her, and even most of the city of Florence.

Countless people held their breath, their eyes filled with despair.

Before such absolute divine power, demigods are like ants, saints are like dust, and mortal cities and creatures are nothing more than grains of sand that can be easily brushed away.

However, at this critical moment!
A golden light, pure to the extreme, warm to the extreme, and sacred and vast to the extreme, suddenly exploded in front of Cohen and Vireikis, between the giant dark hand and the city of Florence!

Like a shrunken sun, born and blooming from nothingness.

The golden light was not dazzling, but it carried a sacred power that cleansed the soul and dispelled all gloom, instantly illuminating the dark sky and dispelling the suffocating darkness.

Wherever the light reached, the ever-spreading spatial collapse and annihilation instantly ceased.

Immediately afterwards, at the center of that dazzling golden light, a figure slowly condensed and took shape.

This is a woman whose beauty defies description in any conventional language.

She seems to be woven from the purest light, the warmest dawn, the softest moonlight, the most sacred faith... all concepts related to "light," "beauty," "goodness," and "love."

Her appearance was so perfect that it transcended the limits of the understanding of "beauty" by race, gender, and even all living beings. It was a kind of perfection that struck the very essence of the soul, making people feel ashamed of themselves, yet unable to resist feeling infinite longing and piety.

She was tall and elegant, with perfect proportions. There were no exaggerated wings on her back, but she was naturally surrounded by a warm, sacred, and vibrant golden aura.

The halo continued to spread outward, dispelling the darkness and bringing light and hope.

The goddess, barefoot, treads lightly through the void. With each step, soft golden ripples spread across the air, as if praising her arrival.

Her appearance brought not only light, but also peace and tranquility that could soothe all fear, sorrow, and despair.

The Goddess of Light, Aetheril Dawn.

The powerful chief god who wields light, dawn, hope, life, and healing, and was once the god of love and beauty, now descends into the material plane in his true form!

The arrival of the Goddess of Light, with her divine beauty so perfect that it eclipsed all other things, once again plunged all living beings on the Florence battlefield into a state of extreme shock and disorientation.

If we were to describe the beauty of Vilekis as a thorny rose that blends the ultimate refinement, dangerous allure, and destructive aura of elves.

Therefore, the beauty of Aetheril Dawn, the goddess of light, is a perfection that transcends race, gender, and even the realm of living beings.

She is the embodiment of the concept of "beauty," the personification of light and hope. Her appearance itself is like a sacred symphony praising life and dispelling darkness.

The moment one sees her, no thought of disrespect arises; only the most sincere admiration and the deepest tranquility.

At this moment, countless beings couldn't help but have a thought: perhaps only Queen Adele, who was also exceptionally beautiful and had a peerless charm, could rival this descending goddess of light in terms of the perfection of her appearance.

Aetherel's gaze fell on Cohen, a complex light flashing deep within her eyes.

Then, he slowly raised his hand and gently waved it, without a deafening roar or a violent burst of energy.

The colossal dark hand of the God of Darkness, capable of annihilating demigods and destroying cities, melted away rapidly in this warm and sacred golden light, like snowflakes under the sun, completely dissipating into the pure light.

In the world, darkness receded, and warm, sacred golden light once again became the dominant theme.

The goddess of light, Aetheril Dawn, floated silently in the air, radiating a holy light that purified everything and dispelled darkness, like the sun descending to earth.

It stood in front of Cohen, Vireikis, and the entire city of Florence, silently confronting the vortex in the sky that represented endless darkness and nothingness.

Immediately following the warm and sacred descent of the Goddess of Light, Aetherial Dawn, the temperature in the world began to drop sharply without warning.

It wasn't the kind of cold brought by howling winds, but a chill originating from the level of laws, quietly spreading.

In the air, ice crystals, as if they had gathered all the purity and coldness in the world, began to flutter and fall.

They were not dense, yet each one reflected the golden glow emanating from Aetheril, shimmering with a dreamy and cool luster.

Soon, a stunningly beautiful figure, radiating the same awe-inspiring divine power, appeared beside Aetheril Dawn, seemingly emerging from countless scattered ice crystals.

Ice Goddess, Daphne Ice.

The goddess who wields the power of ice, snow, winter, frigidity, and purity also descended upon this place in her true form.

As soon as Daphne appeared, her gaze bypassed everyone and landed precisely on Adele, who was being protected by Cohen on the city wall not far away.

Seeing that Adele was alright, he breathed a sigh of relief without making it obvious.

Then, without saying anything, she simply shifted her body slightly and naturally stood side by side with Aetherial Dawn.

The two goddesses, one radiating a warm and sacred golden glow, the other shrouded in a pure and cold silver-blue mist, possessed vastly different auras, yet together they formed a wondrous harmony and unity at this moment.

Together they faced the all-consuming dark vortex in the sky, silently declaring their stance.

The true forms of two powerful deities descended one after another, standing in front of Erebus, the god of darkness.

This sudden turn of events almost made the hearts of everyone in Florence, no, everyone who could sense this scene, stop beating!

The ever-swirling dark vortex in the sky seemed to pause for a moment because of the arrival of two main gods of the same level.

At the center of the vortex, the rage in Erebus's eyes seemed to transform into an even colder current:

"Aetheryre, Daphne."

I don't care what your relationship is with Effie, with that Adele, or with this human named Cohen!

The dark vortex rippled slightly, and Erebus's gaze swept over Aetheril and Daphne before finally locking onto Vilekis behind them.

"Today, I don't care about anything else. You all, make that human emperor named Cohen Corleone hand over Virekis! Give her to me!"
As soon as you hand her over, I'll leave immediately without hesitation.

I don't care about anything else.

I don't care about Effie, Adel, or even your dealings with humans.

However, I must take Villegis with me.

Today, whoever stands in my way is an enemy of Erebus, the Nightless!

This is a blatant threat, the final line drawn by the God of Darkness before two other gods of equal rank.

His goal was crystal clear—Veigh!
Therefore, He could even temporarily set aside His previous conspiracy with the gods, ignore the future threat of the Efein Empire, and disregard the offense of being blocked earlier.

But Vilekis, He was determined to have her!
Faced with the aggressive threat from the God of Darkness, which even carried the implication of an ultimatum, the Goddess of Light, Aetherial Dawn, turned to look at Cohen.

The moment her gaze fell upon Cohen, a subtle ripple crossed the face of this powerful chief god who wielded light, dawn, and hope, and who was once also the god of love and beauty.

A torrent of emotions, too complex to be described in words, seemed to surge beneath her flawless, divine exterior.

five years.

Five years have passed since she last met Cohen during the blessing ceremony of the gods at the Noble Martial Arts Festival. For her, who possesses eternal life, five years is but a fleeting moment, the time it takes for a petal to fall in the garden of the gods.

However, seeing Cohen so closely again now, seeing his face, which is still young but has become more composed and has an indescribable charm than it did five years ago, and feeling that unique yet familiar aura emanating from him...

Aetherel's divine heart, which had long been cultivated to be as calm as a still well and seemed capable of encompassing everything, began to tremble uncontrollably.

It was an emotion that had been suppressed for far too long, a longing that had spanned countless years, a worry that saw him in danger, a bittersweet feeling upon seeing other beautiful women standing beside him, and a burning love and longing that had never been extinguished deep within her heart.

Five years is a short time for a god, but for her, it felt like every day was a replay of that thrill, a constant struggle to suppress the urge to rush to his side at all costs.

Seeing each other again now, all the restraint, all the pretense, seem so fragile under this close gaze.

But she soon saw that woman, who was equally breathtakingly beautiful.

At this moment, Yalda was nestled close to Cohen, her fair and slender hands intertwined with Cohen's.

His gaze met hers calmly, without any fear or reverence for a deity of the highest order.

Aetherel's azure eyes dimmed slightly for a moment, and a hint of displeasure flashed across her beautiful face.

But soon, her gaze shifted from Cohen and Adel's clasped hands to the equally stunning Vilekis behind Cohen.

Aetherel looked at Virekis, this elven queen who was both incredibly beautiful and incredibly dangerous, and finally parted her red lips slightly, her voice extremely gentle:

"What is your relationship with Vilekis?"

Cohen met the all-seeing blue eyes of the Goddess of Light, a hint of barely perceptible guilt flickering in his own, before softly replying:
"Her Majesty Queen Villegis is a friend I have known for a long time, an ally with whom I have weathered many storms and whom I can completely trust."

His voice was steady and powerful, clearly carrying across the silent battlefield.

He paused briefly, his eyes seeming to flicker slightly, then cleared his throat and added:
"At the same time... she was also the teacher of one of my princesses. She was of great significance to me and my family."

Upon hearing Cohen's words, Aetherel understood completely. She didn't press further, nor did she show excessive curiosity about the specific nature of the "long ago" friendship between Cohen and Virekis, or who the "princess" was.

Then, the goddess of light, Aetherial Dawn, turned once more toward the vortex in the sky that represented endless darkness and nothingness.

All the subtle emotional fluctuations on her face vanished the moment she turned her head, restoring her divine, perfect, compassionate, and majestic countenance.

Looking at Erebus, his attitude was clear:

"So……"

She paused, and in her azure eyes, it seemed as if golden divine fire was burning. The warm and holy golden radiance around her suddenly became extremely intense, as if a real sun was rising behind her!

"Let the war of the gods begin!"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was like thunder, resounding deep into the souls of every living being, filled with resolute will and awe-inspiring divine power!
"The people here," her gaze swept over Cohen, over Adele, over Vireikis, over the entire city of Florence, finally settling coldly on the two crimson dots in the dark vortex, "you alone will not be taken away!"

At the same time, Daphne, the Ice Goddess standing beside Aetheril, also turned her head slightly to look at Aetheril beside Cohen when Aetheril turned to ask Cohen, received a reply, and finally declared "start the war of the gods".

Adele met Daphne's gaze, said nothing, but gripped Cohen's hand even tighter beside her.

Seeing Adele's action, a knowing glint flashed in the eyes of the Ice Goddess Daphne.

She turned back and stood beside Aetherel, facing the terrifying darkness in the sky.

“Erebus, I agree with Aetheril. If you don’t leave, then let’s start the war of the gods.”

Two powerful chief gods, the goddess of light, Aetheril Dawn, and the goddess of ice, Daphne, for the sake of Cohen, for the sake of Adele, and for the sake of the unbreakable bonds and promises in their hearts, simultaneously declared a divine war against the god of darkness, Erebus Eternal Night!
"You guys... are good! Good! Good!!"

From within the dark vortex came the roar of Erebus, the god of darkness, filled with boundless rage.

The voice was no longer deep; it was filled with violence, madness, and unbelievable fury!
He clearly did not expect that Aetheril and Daphne, two goddesses who were not known for their warlike nature in the divine realm, would so decisively declare war on Him simultaneously for the sake of a human emperor and an elven woman.

There wasn't even any room for negotiation!
"Since you insist on protecting this god-slayer and becoming my enemy."

"Then...as you wish!"

With His furious roar, the dark vortex in the sky, which had been slowly spinning, suddenly accelerated its rotation.

At the center of the vortex, it was so deep that it seemed to connect to the absolute nothingness that existed before the birth of the universe.

A dark divine power, even larger, purer, and more terrifying than before, poured out wildly from it like a black river bursting its banks.

Then, the dark vortex transformed into a passage connecting to a distant, cold, deathly silent divine kingdom filled with endless darkness and nothingness!

Faintly, one could almost hear the roars and resonances of countless dark creatures, shadow servants, and even the very rules of the Dark God Kingdom itself!
Erebus Eternal Night, the ancient chief god who wields the essence of darkness, has been thoroughly enraged and has begun to summon the power of his dark divine kingdom, preparing to truly ignite a divine war between the gods!

The situation was rapidly deteriorating, and what was originally just a localized conflict in which several demigods besieged Effie and attempted to seize Adel's divine status was now turning into a major conflict.

In a very short time, it snowballed into an impending, all-out divine war between three powerful gods who wield the primal forces of light, ice, and darkness!

At this moment, not only Florence, not only the Effiin Empire, but all the powerful figures, forces, and even some ancient beings sleeping on the entire human continent were completely alarmed and utterly shocked.

God Wars!

This word, which exists only in the oldest books and the most terrifying legends, tolls like a death knell throughout the material world.

Tens of thousands of years!

Since the last cataclysmic war between gods and demons that swept across many planes, causing the fall of countless gods and the extinction of races, gods have rarely descended directly into the material plane in their true forms, let alone started a divine war directly in the material plane!
Especially these three before us—Aetheril Dawn, who wields light and hope; Daphne, who wields ice and purity; and Erebus Eternal Night, who wields darkness and nothingness.

They were all supreme beings at the top of the divine realm, holding important fundamental laws and serving as the council of gods.

The scope, destructive power, and potential chain reactions of their war were beyond anyone's prediction.

If these three main gods were truly here, they would wage war without reservation on the human continent...

How long can the entire human realm, this vast continent that has borne countless lives, civilizations, and histories, survive amidst such terrifying clashes of divine power and the annihilation of rules? How long can it endure?

The War of Gods, a term representing ultimate destruction and catastrophe, hangs like the Sword of Damocles over the entire human continent, above the heads of every living being!

On the verge of destruction, with a divine war about to break out.

The mutation occurred again.

Countless divine rays of light and majestic aura, each with different colors, attributes, and strengths, appeared like a belated yet eagerly rushing meteor shower.

From the void of all dimensions, from the incomprehensible channels of faith, from the unseen realm of rules, it tore through space, pierced through the barriers of planes, and descended with a thunderous roar!

One after another, in patches, in groups... dazzling and awe-inspiring divine light, carrying with it a colossal divine might that was sometimes majestic, sometimes violent, sometimes wise, sometimes benevolent, and sometimes unpredictable.

Like fireworks suddenly exploding in the night sky during a festival, they rushed in, almost "squeezing" into the already overburdened space of Florence.

The first thing to appear was a silver divine light that was not dazzling, yet seemed to contain an infinite flow of information and fragments of the future.

In the light, the phantom of an old man dressed in a simple white robe, his face shrouded in a light mist, with only his eyes seemingly able to see through to the past and future, slowly materialized.

His very existence seemed to represent "order," "prophecy," and "inevitability."

Madora the Prophet, the God of Prophecy!

Following closely behind, deities belonging to the same side of order and rules as Madora arrived one after another:

A phantom image of a middle-aged male deity, holding golden scales and with a stern and solemn face, appeared: Cavendish Scales, the god of contracts and fairness.

A burly deity, clad in a judge's robe, with piercing eyes and wielding a codex and a sword of judgment, appeared. He was the god of law and justice, Risen Xian.

The figure of a young deity, wearing a laurel wreath, holding a quill pen and heavy books, with a refined and serene demeanor, becomes clear. He is the god of books and knowledge, Ain Wisdom.

The arrival of the deities of the Order side seemed to be a signal, and immediately afterward, the deities representing the fundamental elements of the world and the violent power also projected their will and power onto the world:

The sky was suddenly stained with a scorching crimson, as if a lava hell had opened up overhead. A rough and blazing divine light of fire crashed down, condensing into a giant deity whose body was wrapped in an inextinguishable divine flame.

His wild gaze swept across the entire area; he was none other than Fjørn Fiery, the god of fire and magma.

Almost simultaneously, thunderclouds gathered in the sky, and a storm roared.

A beam of azure divine light, carrying thunder, hurricane, and boundless majesty, pierced through the clouds, and a male deity wielding a thunder spear descended on lightning—the god of the sky and storms, Sirova Roar.

The killing intent and bloodlust at the center of the battlefield seemed to be summoned, boiling violently and condensing into a dark red divine light. Ares, the god of battle and war, descended! (End of Chapter)