The Magic Empire for 20,000 years

Chapter 152 The Grand Banquet of the Elf Kingdom
In the months following her departure from the demon star "Hada", the incarnation of the goddess of knowledge, Ain, visited one demon star after another, collecting information and soil from the corresponding planets.

Along the way, Ain returned to Hadda several times, but never saw the spaceship carrying the giant brain again.

That ship, which she felt was teeming with terrifying danger, seemed to have already completed its mission and had no need to return to this dying, ashes planet.

"What exactly is that mountain-sized brain?"

Ion made several prophecies about this, but to no avail; it seemed as if some force had obscured the traces of fate.

Although there is no intelligence at the moment, Ain has found a possible clue—

Mind Flayer!
During this time, through the avatar living in the floating city of Eldoron, Ian learned all the information about the Mind Flayer War, and thus learned that the destroyed underground Mind Flayer city was led by a "Mastermind".

Could that enormous brain, as large as a mountain, be some kind of creature similar to the main brain?

Ian had a preliminary guess, but was unable to verify it.

On this day, in the library filled with a vast collection of books.

The goddess of knowledge slowly opened her eyes.

Her avatar has just completed a visit to the demon star "Urban".

"All the demon stars are the same; they seem to be connected to some unknown plane, a crazy and dangerous dimension."

"It is not yet possible to determine whether each planet is connected to the same plane."

"But without a doubt, these celestial bodies are all equally dangerous!"

Ain is not considering directly destroying these celestial bodies for the time being.

This could pose a greater danger.

"In any case, this period has been quite fruitful."

The goddess of knowledge raised her hand, and bubbles rose up in front of her.

Each translucent bubble contained soil of different colors—dark red, dying ashes; blue-white powder radiating an enviable glow; and emerald green, crystalline slime.

These soils each come from different demonic stars.

"With these initial results, we can visit Avanto, where the gods of Sidreen reside."

As she pondered this, the elegantly dressed lady lightly tapped the air with her fingertips, sending a message to the wild and untamed elven kingdom that she was about to visit.

This message instantly traversed the outer planes, crossed the beautiful, untamed wilderness, and arrived at the divine kingdom inhabited by the elves and gods—the great Avandor.

……

The Elven Kingdom of Avando.

The Tower of Vanishing.

In front of this tower, a symbol of the passage of time, a handsome, silver-haired one-eyed man wearing an eyepatch sits on the vibrant lawn, examining the hourglass in his hand, as if observing the irreversible passage of time.

—Rabelas, the god of longevity of the elves, the god of history, the sage of sunset, the lord of continuity and unity!
Not long ago—to be precise, about 11 years ago, a mere blink of an eye for the gods—this long-lived god of the elves sensed some unnatural ripples in the river of time.

However, no matter how carefully he looked with his single eye, which seemed to be able to see into the past and present, he could not find the source of these ripples in the river of time:

"The strings of history have been plucked."

"But I cannot detect which great deity interfered with all of this."

"Speaking of which, something seems to have happened recently on the world (planet) with the most elves in the Prime Material Plane. A legendary priest mentioned a new species called Mind Flayers while praying to Avandor..."

"The goddess of knowledge, Ain, also wishes to visit Avandor recently. She says she has something very important to convey to the gods of Sidrian..."

"Everything has come together at once..."

This elven god of longevity gazed at the deep blue sand slowly trickling down the hourglass, as if he could see some kind of undercurrent brewing beneath the calm surface:
Something big is happening in the mortal realm.

Just as the elven god of longevity was gazing at the hourglass, the figure of a woman suddenly appeared before Rabelas.

—Aros, wife of the elven god Corellon, and queen of Avanti!
"La Belles, an unprecedented grand feast is about to begin."

"All the gods of Sidrian—including those who are not usually in Avandor—have come to the feast."

"You should join too. There's no need to bother with those unimportant mundane matters."

Queen Aros's smile was incredibly sweet, like a radiant, sweet, and alluring rose.

Rabelas, the elven god of longevity, nodded, turned the hourglass he was gazing at as it was about to run out of sand, and placed it on the verdant lawn beside him:
"Then I'll take the first step."

The figure of the Lord of Continuity and Unity vanished, heading towards the location of the banquet.

Only the hourglass, turning over again, slowly flows away.

As Rabelas went to the banquet, a radiant angel appeared beside the Elf Queen without anyone noticing.

—Seraph, Marchekid!

This angel was once a servant of Corinth, but now he serves the Queen of God, Alois.

The seraph bowed gently to its master beside it:
"Great Queen, congratulations on your great achievement, which has taken another step forward."

“I think this will be the last time Corellon hosts a banquet as the King of Avando.”

Aros's lips curled up more and more, and her smile, which seemed to contain infinite secrets, became even sweeter.

“Then let’s go to the banquet, Marche Kidd.”

In the original history known to Elian, this was the last time Aros attended the banquet of Avando as the Queen of the Elves.

Because, throughout the long history that followed, people referred to Aros as:

Lolth, the chief goddess of the dark elves and queen of the spiders. This goddess, along with her angel Malcheid, also vanished from the spot and went to the beautiful forest where the banquet was being held.

At this grand banquet that may last for a century, all the gods of Sidreen were present.

—Krylon, the chief god of the elves, the god of war and magic, and the protector of all elves (especially the sun elves).

—Rabelas, the longevity god of the elves and of time.

—Aros, the Queen of Avando, the guardian of elven art, and the weaver of destiny.

—Sahani Moonbow, the goddess of the full moon and the moon spirit.

—Terrani, the eldest son of the King and Queen of Gods, the god of racial discrimination and war among the elves, the god of the sun elves, and the "Prince of the Sun".

—Velen, the second son of the King and Queen of Gods.

—Iristris, daughter of the King and Queen of Gods, goddess of dance and beauty.

And the other Sidrian gods.

The servants of the gods also came:

Angels, holy elephants, phoenixes, qilin, moon dogs, joyful fairies, ancient tree people, unicorns, the most beloved elves and supplicants of the gods in Avandor, and a chosen one who has just arrived in the kingdom of the gods—the Sun Elf King, Larklas Sunshine.

The many beings of God's Kingdom will join together in a grand celebration filled with endless joy.

At this moment, in front of the Tower of Vanishing in the distance of the Divine Kingdom.

The hourglass, turned by the elf god of longevity, is slowly flowing across the verdant lawn.

rustling.

The azure hourglass flows down little by little, each grain of sand seemingly containing the principles of time.

This is a prophecy of the god of time: the feast of the gods will only end when all the sand has fallen.

That would probably be years, decades, or even centuries from now.

……

rustling.

The crimson sand flows through the hourglass, recording the rapidly passing time.

As the last grain of sand fell away, the legendary elven priestess, Guirasser Goldfleck, opened her eyes, ending her prayers for the dawn of the day.

This sun elf priestess, who once fought alongside Princess Lia and Serka Radiance against humanity, has now, in accordance with Her Majesty the Queen's will, informed the gods of Sidrian of information regarding the Mind Flayer race.

A strange creature known as the Mind Flayer is collecting information about the longevity god and the Lord of Continuous Unity of the Elves!
Whether the gods concern themselves with worldly affairs is beyond the control of mortals.

As a legendary priestess, Guirasser Goldfleck also knew that the elven gods rarely interfered with the normal development of the mortal elven race, and preferred to let history follow the natural course of events.

dong dong dong.

A crisp knock came at the door.

"Little sister, is morning prayer over?"

"ended."

Guilaser opened the fragrant wooden door and greeted her brother, Alamir Goldfleur, who was standing outside:
"By the way, I learned something during the prayer just now."

"What news?" Alamir asked.

Guillermo del Toro said:
“Avandor is holding an unprecedentedly grand feast, in which all the gods of Sidrian will participate.”

"For gods with infinite lifespans, the duration of a grand feast is unpredictable; perhaps a single banquet represents the entirety of a kingdom's rise and fall."

Alamir looked puzzled: "What does this mean?"

Guillermo del Toro explained:

"This means that our Sun Elf King, as the chosen one of the Sun Princes, may attend this banquet and return to the mortal realm later."

"The teleportation array connecting the Elven Kingdom and the human kingdom of Eldoron will be completed within two years at most."

"Trade between humans and elves is an inevitable historical trend."

When Guillermo del Toro said this, his voice was as calm as a lake, as if he were simply stating a fact, without any hint of displeasure or expectation.

"Those humans..."

Alamir's expression darkened as he recalled his previous experience, and for a moment he hesitated to speak.

The legendary elven mage stepped out of the mansion and stood on the land of the Golden Petal family, gazing at the lush green forest ahead, watching the dawn sunlight spill through the trees.

……

The light of dawn spilled through the woods, leaving dappled shadows on the fragrant land.

This is the lush Emerald Mountain Range.

The orc chieftain Bloodwolf stood atop the mountain range, gazing into the distance, his voice solemn:

"The humans of Eldoron have arrived from the north."

"They're here for this Emerald Mountain Range!"

In the northern part of the mountain range, an undead army of 2000 half-dragon zombies, along with human mages behind them, was advancing towards this place.

(End of this chapter)