Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Chapter 165 The Awakened God Was Stolen by the Elf King

On the Slane theological side.

The priests' moods have been like a rollercoaster lately, going up and down.

First, the news of the Demon Tree's revival terrified them, and then the news of its sudden disappearance came. Instead of lowering their guard, they became even more vigilant.

Then, they learned from the Wind God Chief that it was the God King who dealt with the Demon Tree. The entire Demon Tree was uprooted from the Great Forest of Tob and thrown into the Kettinias Mountains.

To be honest, they didn't quite understand at first.

Why not just kill it? What's the point of keeping it alive? What if something goes wrong someday?

But the news that came later relieved them. Although the demon tree was still alive, it seemed to be suppressed by some force and could no longer produce tree people on a large scale.

Occasionally, a few seeds would fall and a few saplings would grow, but these would all be killed by adventurers as monsters.

The danger has been reduced to a manageable level.

Alright, His Majesty the God-King must have his reasons for doing this.

The priests wiped their sweat and silently labeled the person in their hearts: unfathomable, absolutely not to be offended.

Just then, another message arrived.

This is good news.

The Dark Scripture reported that the problem of the Fallen Demon God had been resolved.

Most of them were wiped out, but one was successfully controlled using the "Alluring Beauty" technique and is being brought back for research.

If a way can be found to restore them to their original state, it might be possible to salvage some of the legacy of the six gods.

The priests applauded after hearing this.

"good!"

"Very good!"

"Now the secret is safe, and the crisis is over!"

The High Priest beamed and nodded repeatedly: "Tell them to return as soon as possible and be careful on the road."

The message was sent and a reply was received quickly: "Received, on my way back."

all the best.

The high priests began discussing how to handle the aftermath, how to completely block the news within the theocracy, and how to—

Unbeknownst to them, shortly after this message was sent, trouble broke out at the Dark Scripture.

On the way back, the members of the Dark Scripture were in good spirits.

The mission was successfully completed, and the overall result is acceptable.

The female team member dressed as "Peerless Beauty" was studying the controlled demon god, while the others chatted and laughed, discussing how many days off they would get after returning home.

Finn, the awakened god, walked in the middle of the group, his expression indifferent, and as always, he didn't say much.

She knew from a young age that she was different from others, possessing the bloodlines of six great gods, and was being raised as the ultimate weapon of the theocracy. She was powerful, but lonely.

But she got used to it.

As they were walking, the group suddenly stopped.

A figure blocked the way not far ahead.

It was an elf, dressed in a magnificent robe and wearing a golden crown. He was handsome, but his eyes made Finn very uncomfortable. His gaze was fixed on her, as if he were appraising a piece of merchandise.

Elf King, Deckham Hogan.

The members of the Dark Scripture team felt a chill run down their spines, but they maintained their polite demeanor.

The Slane Theocracy and the Elven Kingdom are allies in terms of their relationship. Although the Slane Theocracy is a subject of the six great gods and the Elven King is a descendant of the eight Greed Kings, theoretically they are enemies. In reality, they just dislike each other and are not serious enough to fight each other.

"Greetings, Your Majesty the Elf King." The captain bowed slightly. "We are currently on a mission and cannot linger. Please—"

"Wait." Decham raised his hand, interrupting him.

His gaze passed over the captain and landed on Finn.

The gaze was so direct, so direct, that it made him feel uncomfortable all over. Finn frowned and subconsciously took a half step back.

"Miss," Decham said with what he thought was a charming smile, "may I ask your name?"

Finn didn't say anything.

The captain quickly tried to smooth things over: "This is our teammate, whose identity is special and we cannot reveal his name. If Your Majesty the Elf King has no urgent business, we—"

Decem ignored what the captain said; his eyes were already lit up.

He had sensed earlier that this woman's strength was extraordinary, far surpassing that of ordinary human powerhouses. Anyone who could possess such power must have inherited the bloodlines of the six great gods.

Just like him.

No, he is slightly inferior to him, after all, he inherited the bloodline of the Eight Desire Kings, making him stronger than the Six Great Gods.

But it's enough for procreation.

Dekam took two steps forward and said in an almost condescending tone, "Woman, you are very lucky. I have taken a liking to you. Come back with me and be my concubine."

silence.

The entire Black Scripture team was stunned.

Finn was stunned, thinking he had misheard.

"What did you say?" she asked.

"I say—" Decham said, each word deliberate and uttered with an undeniable arrogance, "that it is your honor to be made my concubine."

Finn's brow furrowed even deeper.

She'd seen shameless people before, but never anyone this shameless.

"I refuse," she said coldly.

Decem's smile froze.

He didn't expect to be rejected.

Who is he? He is a descendant of the Eight Desire Kings, the Elf King, and one of the noblest beings on this continent. Whoever he takes a liking to is fortunate enough to receive such a favor. How dare he refuse?

"Woman, do you know what you're saying?" His tone turned serious.

"I said, I refuse." Finn took a step back. "Please move aside, we're leaving."

De Kem didn't allow it.

He stared at Finn, then suddenly smiled.

That smile sent chills down everyone's spine.

"Very good," he said. "Very good, woman, you have successfully caught my attention."

He took a step forward.

"I will not allow you to refuse."

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge figure suddenly appeared behind him.

The Root Earth Elemental Spirit – [Behemoth].

The enormous rock formation blocked out the sky, and just standing there made it hard to breathe.

"Since you are unwilling to come with me—" Decham raised his hand and pointed to the dark holy book in front of him, "then I will kill them all and then take you away."

Before he finished speaking, Behemoth moved.

The enormous rock fist, carrying earth-shattering power, slammed towards the dark holy book.

If judged by game level, all members of the Dark Codex are above level 30.

In the terms used in this world, everyone involved is a super strong individual who has entered or even surpassed the realm of heroes.

More than 60 years ago, each of them would have been a peerless master, one in a million.

Moreover, these unparalleled masters are all equipped with top-tier magical equipment left behind by the six gods, which greatly enhances their strength, making them far superior to ordinary heroes.

However, even this group of unparalleled masters, when combined, are no match for a single hair of the Root Earth Elemental Spirit Behemoth.

Although the Earth Elemental Spirit is made entirely of stone, it doesn't have any hair on its body.

The Earth Elemental Spirit is level 87, making it no match for these level 30-somethings.

"spread!"

The captain roared, and everyone scattered instantly.

But it didn't work.

The level difference is too great.

A level 30+ player against a level 87 player is like an infant against a strong man. No matter how much they dodge, they can't escape the attacks that cover the entire field.

The fists of Mudak Mudak Mudak Mudak Behemoth fell like a storm, each punch taking a life.

Those powerful figures in the hero realm who could roam freely in the outside world, those top warriors equipped with the legacies of the six great gods, were like paper in front of Behemoth.

One, two, three —

Upon seeing this, the female team member dressed in the "Alluring Beauty" outfit tried to activate the item's effect to control the terrifying Earth Elemental Spirit in front of her.

However, she forgot that the "Alluring Beauty" effect can only control one individual at a time, and the current control effect must be lifted before she can control another individual.

Before she could even break free from the previous control effect, she was smashed flat by a punch.

Less than a minute.

The Dark Holy Scripture, annihilated.

Corpses littered the ground, and blood flowed like a river.

Now only Finn is left struggling to resist the furious attacks of the Earth Elemental Spirit, and she trembles at the sight.

It wasn't fear, it was anger.

"You—you're a madman!"

She wanted to activate the [message] to send everything that was happening here back to the Church.

But as soon as the magic was activated, it was blocked by an invisible barrier.

Decem sneered, "Trying to send a message? Too late."

Behemoth stepped forward and punched Finn.

She flew more than ten meters before crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out blood.

Finn struggled to get up, but her body wouldn't obey her commands. She gritted her teeth, with only one thought in her mind: to die.

Even if it means death, we cannot let this beast succeed.

She drew a dagger from her waist and stabbed it into her chest.

"Want to die?" Decham's voice rang in my ears. "A woman I've set my sights on is not allowed to die without my permission."

A force surged from behind, and Finn's vision went black as he completely lost consciousness.

De Kem looked at her limp body and nodded in satisfaction.

"take away."

Behemoth bent down and grabbed Finn in his palm, as if he were a toy.

De Kem turned and left.

He didn't even glance at the corpses on the ground, nor did he notice the scattered equipment, the top-tier magical artifacts left behind by the six great gods.

Even that world-class item, "Alluring Beauty," was just sitting there, but no one paid any attention to it.

After all, he had no idea what it was.

Although his knowledge far surpassed that of the natives, he had never seen other world-class artifacts and was unaware of the wonders of the "Alluring Beauty," which is why he left it there, discarding it like a worn-out shoe.

But to him, those so-called magical items were not important.

Importantly, he now has a new "mother".

A few hours later.

Slien Theocracy.

The High Priest put down his teacup and frowned.

"Why haven't you replied yet?"

The Dark Scriptures haven't sent any messages for several hours. According to the previous agreement, they should report the situation every hour.

He tried to contact them proactively.

no respond.

Contact again.

still none.

An ominous premonition welled up in my heart.

"Men!" He jumped to his feet. "Send men to search! Search thoroughly along the route taken from the Dark Scripture!"

They found it.

The road back was littered with corpses.

The Dark Scripture, all members perished.

Various top-tier equipment were scattered all over the ground, including the world-class item [Peerless Beauty], which was intact and simply draped over a corpse, like trash that had been carelessly thrown away.

But one person was missing.

Finn, the Awakened God.

Missed.

The High Priest stood there, looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, his face ashen.

After a long pause, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Who—who did this?!"

But no one can answer his question right now.

After all, everyone who knew the answer had already been killed.

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