The Magic Empire for 20,000 years

Chapter 179 "I Have Made a Grave Mistake"

"Why? Is it a prophecy that the figures in the oil painting will be human?"

"How did those monkeys, who weren't created by the gods, end up here?"

King Larklas of the Sun Elves was both surprised and doubtful. His eyes widened, and he frantically rubbed them to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

"There seems to be something wrong with the prophecy?" Rabelas, the elven god of longevity, frowned and explained to the gods who might not be familiar with the human race:
"The people depicted in the painting, marching towards the divine kingdom of Avandor, are a newly born mortal race called Humanity. As for the mystical puppets and the flying cities, they must be their magical creations."

"This race called humans has appeared in several different worlds over the past 1000 years."

This sovereign of continuity and unity then raised a question:
"However, what we originally wanted to investigate was the monsters related to those demonic stars and unknown, insane dimensions."

"So, why did this group of mortals appear?"

The goddess Aros smiled helplessly; as the prophet herself, she was somewhat surprised by the outcome.

"It seems that my wording in my previous prediction was somewhat inappropriate."

"I am asking about what the goddess of knowledge and prophecy just mentioned."

"Clearly, the Goddess of Knowledge, Aion, just now not only mentioned those unusual stars and the threat from another dimension, but also a newly emerging mortal race called humanity."

"Therefore, the actual scope of the prophecy was larger than expected."

The weaver of elven destiny then smiled:

"Fate is such an unpredictable thing; it always plays tricks on us."

As the gods of Sidrian gazed at the painting depicting the humans, golem legions, floating cities, and mage towers marching towards the divine kingdom of Avandor, their expressions shifted dramatically.

Prince Terrani of the Sun frowned slightly.

His younger brother, Velen, raised an eyebrow, his gaze suddenly sharpening.

His sister, Elestrus, and the moon elf goddess, Sahani, simply smiled, regarding the humans' behavior as a trivial joke.

After a brief silence, King Corellon of Avangard spoke:

"The prediction was slightly wrong. Let's adjust the wording and try again."

"We have indeed witnessed the foolishness of some insignificant mortals, but that is insignificant."

Clearly, the crowned king of Avando did not consider it a noteworthy event that a group of mortals—or even a weak, newly born race without divine protection—suddenly marched in a grand procession toward the divine kingdom of Avando.

There are many ways to interpret prophecy.

But no matter which explanation you give, it's nothing more than a pointless farce by some insignificant beings.

Queen Alois bowed to Corilon, who sat in the most honored seat at the banquet.

"As you will, King of Avangard."

"I will make one more prophecy."

So Aros once again mobilized the power of the divine kingdom, adjusted his wording, and inquired about fate, the demon star, and information about the unknown, mad dimension.

This time, as Ian had predicted, the prophecy yielded no useful information.

Even fate remains silent in the face of the distant gods from a faraway land.

……

"That's settled then. Goddess of Knowledge, we will take your words to heart."

Finally, the gods of Sidreen told Ain this:

"We don't plan to do anything directly for now. If any other unusual things happen to those stars in the future, please let us know."

Ain nodded gently.

She knew that the gods of Sidrian were as proud as their creations. The meager evidence she had presented was hardly enough to prove anything.

The gods of Avangard are more wary of those dangerous stars.

But that's about it.

"Don't mind her, goddess of knowledge and prophecy. That's just how my colleagues are." The handsome, silver-haired man with a single eyepatch, Rabelas, patted the slightly dejected Ain.

"I believe your warning."

"I can work with you to find a suitable time to seal off some of the most polluted planets."

The dignified goddess of knowledge nodded:

"so be it."

As she spoke, Ain glanced toward a corner of the grand banquet.

Clearly, most of the gods regarded the scene in the prophetic painting as a farce. But what just happened plunged a mortal chosen one into immense fear.

"How could this happen? How could this happen!"

Larklas, the King of the Sun Elves, knelt on the ground, trembling all over, his face as pale as a corpse.
"Will humanity one day commit the foolish act of challenging the gods?"

"Furthermore, the Elven Kingdom has established trade relations with the human kingdom of Eldoron in the east?"

"Antinoya, you have committed blasphemy against the gods!"

"When humanity commits a foolish act, you will be their accomplice!"

Laclais didn't know how to interpret the prophetic vision.

The human legions marching towards the divine kingdom were certainly not there with good intentions.

"As expected, these godless races will never have a sense of reverence. They will inevitably perish because of their arrogance!"

puff.

Laclais knelt down before Prince Telani of the Sun and Queen Aros, who were standing beside him.

The mortal king's face was covered in tears, and his voice trembled uncontrollably:
"Your esteemed Prince Sun, Your exalted Queen God, please forgive our nation for committing an unforgivable sin."

"That Moon Elf Queen actually got the Elf Kingdom to establish diplomatic relations and trade with the human kingdom of Eldoron in the east!"

"Hahaha... Haha, I knew it! Humans are a race without gods, without reverence, existing against the laws of nature, and sooner or later they would commit such a crime..."

Laclais's voice trembled more and more, and he almost dared not look directly into the eyes of the Sun Prince and the Goddess Aros.

Prince Terrani of the Sunlight slightly raised his proud chin and sighed softly:

"It seems that races not created by gods truly cannot learn reverence."

"So……"

The Sun Prince suddenly fixed his gaze on Laclaus, who was prostrate on the ground, trembling and shaking:

"Once you return to the mortal realm, you know how to punish those impious races, right?"

Laclais raised his head and promised in a roaring voice:

"I will set things right and change everything!"

"I will never let the scene in that painting become a reality!"

"If necessary..."

Lacrest paused, then finally made up his mind and said:
"I will gather all the legendary spellcasters of the Sun Elf race and use high-level elven magic to nip this in the bud!"

Prince Riyao nodded in satisfaction:

"it is good."

……

At the end of the 30th year of the Empire, Larklas Sunshine, the King of the Sun Elves, returned to the mortal realm, bearing the prophecy of the divine kingdom.

At this time, the two countries had been trading with each other for 17 years.

(End of this chapter)