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

The words of the Moon Goddess Priest silenced the hall, which had just been ignited with hope. Many elves, their excitement still lingering, froze in place.

They certainly knew that praying to the gods was one thing.

Whether the gods respond is another matter entirely.

In other words, the survival of the elves might not be that important to that god.

It is true that the Prophet of the End is a god of the Elven race.

But throughout the world, how many millions of the elven branches believe in Him?

Their branch lives only on the edge of the astral plane.

In terms of strength and status, they don't even rank high.

If every elven tribe faced a crisis, they would have to request the gods to descend in person, how could that great being possibly keep up?

The hope is too slim.

So insignificant, like a drop of water merging into the ocean, it makes no ripples whatsoever.

Silence fell over the hall once again.

Seeing that no one spoke, the moon priest forced himself to continue, "High Priest, please forgive my bluntness."

"His Highness the Prophet has traversed endless star seas in search of traces of the ancient rulers, and is now likely in some unknown star field."

"We are separated from the place where the gods reside by countless worlds."

"Even if you start praying immediately, it is unknown whether He will hear your prayers."

"Moreover, even if His Highness the Prophet senses our call, He may not personally descend upon the Elf Forest to resist the army of the Divine Shepherd."

At this point, the Moon Priestess looked up at Elonnis, her voice growing softer: "After all... we can't give Him a reason to come."

This statement is harsh, but it is the reality that is out in the open.

The elven leaders exchanged glances, their previous high spirits completely vanished.

For a moment, some people clenched their fists, while others lowered their heads and remained silent.

A sense of despair once again permeated the hall.

However, just as everyone was about to despair again, Hera seemed to suddenly have an idea.

She first looked at Elonnis, then her pupils contracted slightly, and her expression became extremely complicated.

"Your Highness..."

Hera hesitated for a long time before tentatively asking, "You don't mean to simply ask His Holiness the Prophet for help?"

Elonnis didn't speak, he just looked at her calmly.

But it was precisely this reaction that completely confirmed Hera's suspicions.

She took a deep breath, her voice involuntarily lowering slightly: "Are you trying to tell His Highness the Prophet that we have found traces of the Old Ones?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present gasped in unison.

They turned sharply to look at Elonnis, their faces filled with disbelief.

They all clearly understood what Hera's words meant.

This is deceiving the gods!

His Highness the Prophet had previously sent down his will, demanding that they seek the Old Ones at all costs.

As long as they claim that Sheikha is connected to the Old Ones, the god will not stand idly by.

At that time, the will of the gods will surely descend once again.

Even the prophet himself might come in person.

"High Priest, this is an act of deceiving the gods!"

The next moment, the moon priest's expression changed drastically, her voice becoming sharper: "If we deliver false divine pronouncements to the prophet, our entire race will be punished by the gods!"

"Have you forgotten? Ancient texts record that the wrath of the gods is enough to reduce an entire star system to ashes! What difference is there between what we are doing and pushing our people into a deadly situation?"

"We can't do that! It will cause us to lose the last protection of the gods!"

"But if we don't do this, what future do we have when the Sheikha army attacks?"

However, as soon as the moon priestess finished speaking, Hera suddenly turned around and retorted sharply.

Upon hearing this, the Moon Goddess priest opened her mouth but couldn't utter a single word.

Yes!

Sheikhs will not stop their advance because of their fear.

They will not forget the Elven invasion of Shensha and their guidance of the Star Hunters just because the Elven knelt down and begged for mercy.

This debt will not be easily settled, and the prophet of the end times may be the only power they can borrow.

"But if the gods really did descend, how would we cover up this lie?"

Finally, someone raised the most crucial question: "The traces of the Old Ones cannot be fabricated with a few lies. Since His Highness the Prophet has been searching for the Old Ones for so many years, he must be extremely familiar with the relevant powers. What can we use to deceive Him?"

"Should we tell Him that the so-called traces of the past have been taken away by the Divine Shepherd? But if the Divine Shepherd truly possesses the power of the past, why would they need to send a large army to invade?"

"Moreover, once His Highness the Prophet discovers that we have deceived Him, we will probably become His sacrifices before Godshall can even take action."

This series of problems was like a bucket of cold water, shattering the hopes that many people had just begun to have.

Hera frowned as well.

She guessed what Elonnis was thinking, but hadn't figured out what to do next.

This lie cannot be too crude.

The gods probably don't care about the lives or deaths of the elves.

But he would never tolerate anyone using information about the former rulers to fool him.

"Who says we're going to forge the power of the ancient rulers?"

However, at that moment, Elonnis's voice slowly rang out again.

These words immediately drew everyone's attention back to him.

Elonnis's gaze swept over the crowd, and he spoke in a low voice: "We only need to tell His Highness the Prophet that traces of the past have appeared on the humans of the Divine Sherman."

"This news isn't entirely a lie. Have you all forgotten just how bizarre the power displayed by that powerful Shenxia expert who suppressed the Star Sea Hunters truly was?"

"Reverse the battlefield, resurrect the dead, summon monsters that are not bound by common sense, and leave a group of professionals from the starry sea powerless to resist."

"Is that kind of power truly something a professional can possess?"

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed slightly.

Ignoring the elves' reactions, Elonnis continued, "The Prophet of the End is searching for the Old Ones, and just then, a young powerhouse appeared in Sheikha whose strength cannot be measured by ordinary standards."

"He is not the former ruler, at least we have no evidence to prove that he is."

"But who can prove that he has no connection with the former rulers?"

"We don't need to assert that he is the Ancient One. We only need to report to His Highness the Prophet that an unusual power, resembling an Ancient Authority, has appeared near the Elf Forest, and that power has already fallen into the hands of the Divine Shepherd."

"As for what the truth is, His Highness the Prophet will decide for himself."

These words caused all the elves to fall into deep thought. Strictly speaking, it was not a complete lie.

The power displayed by that young, powerful figure from Shenxia has exceeded their comprehension.

The Elf Ranger had already clearly described the battlefield replay scenes via telepathy.

The dead are brought back to life, and the land is restored.

This ability was unheard of, not only in the Elf Forest, but across all the planes they knew of.

It seems not entirely unfounded to say that the person was related to the former ruler.