The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

It wasn't that the plan wasn't thorough enough, but rather that the disparity in strength between the two sides was too great.

When one side has the ability to overturn the chessboard at any time, it is meaningless for the other side to leave many moves on the board.

"High Priest, what should we do now?"

"His Highness Shensha's army could enter the Elf Forest at any moment; the garrison near the dimensional rift is simply no match for them!"

"Or should we send someone to sue for peace immediately? We can shift all the blame onto those bandits and say that they forced us to attack Shenxia."

"That's right. If we're willing to compensate for the resources, maybe those humans will let us go."

"Compensation? Those greedy humans will devour us completely!"

"Then close the dimensional portal! Immediately destroy the spatial nodes around the rift. Once the portal disappears, the Divine Xia army won't be able to get through!"

"Are you crazy? That dimensional rift is already anchored to the space between the two realms. Unless one possesses the power of a god, it's impossible to forcibly close it."

"Destroying the spatial node rashly will only cause the rift to spiral out of control. By then, we'll be swallowed up by the spatial turbulence before even reaching us!"

In no time, more and more high-ranking elves spoke up, and the council hall quickly descended into chaos.

Some advocated for peace, while others suggested abandoning the Emerald Palace and leading their people to the depths of the Elf Forest.

Some even wanted to gather all their forces and fight a decisive battle against Sheikha near the dimensional rift.

However, these methods were immediately rejected by others as soon as they were proposed.

Seeking reconciliation does not necessarily guarantee forgiveness.

Where can I run to?

Although the Elf Forest is vast, it is ultimately just a region of a plane.

Since Sherlock was able to defeat those bandits, it must have the ability to hunt them down throughout the entire plane.

As for a decisive battle to the death, it's no different from actively sending oneself to one's death.

The argument in the hall grew louder and louder, with several hot-tempered elven generals even shoving each other.

Internal strife has clearly begun.

Hera watched all this without intervening, instead turning her gaze to Elonnis, her eyes filled with hope, and asked, "Your Highness! What... should we do?"

Elonnis looked into Hera's expectant eyes, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word!

It wasn't that he didn't want to talk, but that he genuinely didn't know what to say.

After all, he was the one who led the bandits to Sheikha.

But now the plan has completely failed, Sheikha is about to take revenge, and the Elven race has been pushed to the brink of extinction.

As the high priest, he truly had to give everyone an explanation.

But what can be changed by giving an explanation?

If he were to step forward now, admit that he miscalculated everything, and then atone with his death, would the Sheikhs stop their advance?

will not.

His life was not precious enough to be exchanged for the continuation of the entire clan.

Elonnis slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the crowd in the hall.

Finally, it landed on the gray sky outside the gap in the dome.

The image of that silent, millennia-old statue involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

And the vast will that recently descended from the idol.

That great prophet of the end times, with just one blessing, enabled more than a dozen great sages to cross a threshold they would otherwise never have been able to cross in their entire lives.

The invincible Shensha, which the elves could not defeat, might still be nothing more than dust that could be easily wiped away in the face of true gods.

Right now, the only one who can save the Elven race is probably that being.

However, the prophet of the end times has already made it very clear.

He is now searching for traces of the ancient rulers deep within the astral plane.

There was neither the time nor the reason to personally descend upon this remote plane of elves.

Unless, something has appeared here that deserves His attention.

It was at this very moment...

An extremely audacious, even blasphemous, thought surfaced in Elonnis's mind.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, he tightened his grip on the armrest.

That is... deceiving the gods!!!

Admittedly, in the ancient doctrines of the Elves, this is a crime far more serious than betraying one's people.

Any elf who dares to tamper with divine pronouncements and deliver false messages to the gods will never be able to return to the Silvermoon Forest after death, and their soul will suffer eternal torment in endless darkness.

But now, he has no other choice.

If we continue to wait, it won't be long before the Sheikh army crosses the dimensional rift.

By then, the elves might not even have the chance to ask the gods for help anymore.

Thinking of this, Elonnis slowly closed his eyes, his chest heaving violently several times. When he opened his eyes again, the despair in his heart had been forcibly suppressed, leaving only a resolute determination to gamble everything.

"Quiet down!"

The deep, rebuking voice, imbued with the power of the divine messenger, resounded throughout the hall.

The elven high-ranking officials who were arguing were startled and instinctively stopped.

Everyone looked at the platform again.

Elonnis slowly stood up from his seat, his eyes becoming extremely terrifying.

"We have another option for now."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the hall was taken aback at first, then, as if grasping at the last straw, they all took a few steps forward.

"High Priest, what's the plan?"

"We're willing to pay any price to preserve our people!"

"Please give the order!"

Elonnis did not answer, but turned and looked into the depths of the Emerald Palace.

After a few seconds, he said slowly and deliberately, "With our current strength, it's impossible to stop Shenxia. Neither seeking peace nor retreating can truly resolve the current crisis."

"Only one can save the Elven race, and that is our supreme god, the great prophet of the end, His Highness Mirsophie!"

As Elonnis finished speaking, the eyes of all the elves in the hall lit up.

Yes, they also have gods!

The great prophet had recently bestowed his will upon them and granted them power far exceeding what they had ever possessed before.

Even if the gods are powerful, as long as they are willing to intervene, they may not be able to do anything to the elves.

"His Highness is right. Let us go to the temple now to pray and ask the Prophet for protection!"

"When His Highness the Prophet descends, all enemies will be punished!"

"My God! As expected of Prince Elonnis!"

In an instant, hope seemed to be rekindled throughout the entire hall.

Visibly, the expressions on the faces of each elf became extremely excited.

It was as if they could already see the gods descending to help them suppress the enemy.

However, before the elves could rejoice for long, a Moon Priestess frowned and slowly spoke, "Your Highness Elonnis, your suggestion is naturally the only solution we have at present to resolve this crisis!"

"But... will the gods really respond to us?"