Real elves vs fake elves

Aenarion was not surprised at all. "It's very simple. The Lightborn got the Ether Phase Engine blueprints from somewhere. These people also got the method to activate the Ether Phase Engine from that place."

Everything can point to the mysterious underworld, which is the beginning of all things and will also be the end of all things.

"Go and see, this level of suicidal behavior will not only implicate us, but will also drag down the entire world."

"If someone wants to become a sinner in this world, then we will naturally beat him with all our heart and strength. But before beating him, we need to clean up the mess this bastard has made. Only after we are sure that it will not cause a bigger disaster, can we beat this bastard with peace of mind."

"Who called

Are we good people?"

Holding the sword, Aenarion's face showed no sadness or joy, as if a disaster of this level could not shake his iron will.

"Let us fulfill our duty to this world, heroes. The cunning villains will surely cry and wail under our iron fists, and even the wounds of the world will begin to heal under our efforts."

"In the name of Asur, we follow the will of Asur-yen."

The four heads chanted in unison: "In the name of Asur, we follow the will of Asuryan."

Chapter 31: If You Seek Death, You Will Die

In the center of the Garrison City, the terrifying ether phase engine was emitting a frenzy of energy that was so vigorous that it frightened people. Even the aftermath of this energy frenzy was not something that mere mortals could resist. For example, those Desolate Ones who activated this engine would be in grave danger.

The few Desolate Ones that were in close contact with the engine were directly washed away by the energy torrent and turned into elementary particles. Even their souls were instantly assimilated into this blue energy torrent. The few Desolate Ones that were too close were directly disintegrated into fragments that were invisible to the naked eye.

As for those wild people who were lucky enough to survive, they were all lying on the ground at this moment. Most of them were seriously injured and lost consciousness, and only a small number of lucky ones were still conscious.

The strength of the wild warriors present varied, but they all possessed some special abilities that others could not match. However, in front of the absolutely overwhelming torrent of terrifying energy, these differences in strength and special abilities were obviously useless, just like the famous saying - everyone is equal in the face of the same.

Among these dozens of wild people, only three people are still conscious at this moment, naturally they are the two high priests and Meisfield.

Two God's chosen ones and a terrifying soul-stitched monster, all three were extraordinary beings. However, even such extraordinary beings were trembling and unable to stand steadily in the face of this terrifying ether phase engine, as if their souls and bodies would become part of this blue torrent in the next second.

"Is this... an ancient relic?! We were so confident, but who knew we couldn't even grasp this magnificent creation of God..."

The High Priestess of the Corrupted Woman gritted her teeth, not caring whether it was useful or not. She called out to the Corrupted Dragon several times in her heart, hoping that this terrifying existence could relieve her of some of the pressure. The High Priestess of the Evil Root beside her was doing the same thing, but her expression was quite horrified, as if the incarnation of the forest that used to come at her call did not respond to her call.

Meisfield glanced at the two high priests who were struggling to hold on, their eyes rolling. His situation was undoubtedly much better than the two chosen ones. Although he was also in great pain, it was not to the extent that the two of them were dying. Even his movements were not affected too much. He just felt very uncomfortable, as if he was about to break apart.

With his eyes darting around and looking around, Meisfield tentatively took two steps back. After seeing that the two Chosen Ones who were struggling to hold on did not notice him, this guy became a little bolder.

Back off a little, then back off a little. Take bigger steps, then take bigger steps. In this way, Meisfield was getting farther and farther away from the two high priests. After retreating to a certain distance, Meisfield turned around and ran!

He didn't want to stay in this damn place any longer!

He did not want to fulfill the great mission of the Prince of the Wilderness, and he no longer had the ambition and ideal to unify the elves and revive this great race. Now he only wanted to leave here, the farther the better!

Faced with a life-or-death situation, he chose to escape without hesitation.

Running away is shameful, but undoubtedly very useful.

Meisfield's turning around and running naturally attracted the attention of the two high priests, but now these two unlucky guys can't even protect themselves, how can they catch this little bastard?

Seeing this bastard running dozens of meters away, the two old ladies couldn't help but become anxious. Their bodies, which were already overwhelmed by the weight, were inexplicably covered with bloodstains, making them look extremely hideous.

"Catch him back...Catch him back quickly..."

"It doesn't matter who you are, just bring him back quickly!!!"

They began to roar desperately. A hundred years of hard work and ambition must not be wasted at this moment, not to mention that in their opinion this was the last step to realize their ambition.

They don’t want to live like this anymore after changing from beautiful elves to their ugly and disgusting appearance!

They don't want to live a miserable life in the barbaric tyranny anymore!

They no longer want to do that after all the countless sacrifices of baby girls every year!

Can the blessing of the God of Wilderness be called a blessing? How can it be called a blessing if there are more curses than gifts!

They have long been fed up with the enslavement of the God of Wilderness and the God of Hunting!

“Catch him back and perform the ritual ahhhhhh!!!”

As if someone had actually heard the desperate roar, a beautiful but provocative voice gave a brisk response.

"Catch him back?"

"Okay."

This brisk reply reached the ears of the three people present at the same time. When Meisfield heard this, he just felt bad, and he fell to the ground as if he was tripped by something. It was just this simple fall, and his body lost its balance inexplicably. Apart from rolling on the ground, he couldn't even do a simple action like standing up.

The one who made the cheerful sound was naturally the Cheshire Cat. The cat-eared girl jumped up to the side of Meisfield who was lying on the ground, and looked at this guy with a curious and innocent look. Then she revealed an expression of disgust that was completely inconsistent with her appearance, as if a little girl suddenly looked like an uncle.

"What the hell? Can this kind of person be chosen as a carrier of God?"

"Are all of you wild race blind? Or is the carrier itself still pretty good? Nearly a hundred years of torture... no, it's the training that has turned the carrier into what it is now?"

"No matter what, you are all a bunch of assholes!"

After criticizing the Desolate Ones in a condescending manner, the Cheshire Cat smiled again.

"It doesn't matter. Otherwise, how can I say that I have a kind heart? After hearing your wailing and requests, I really couldn't help but want to fulfill your wishes."

The smile was still the same smile, but in the eyes of the three people present it was extremely terrifying, as hideous as a devil.

"I decided to fulfill your wish only after I heard your request. Your request was made sincerely. My next actions are to respond to your request and fulfill your wish."

After hearing the Cheshire Cat's inexplicable nitpicking, Meisfield still looked desperate, while the expressions of the two high priests became even worse.

In the past, they had used this behavior on others. A strange contract was established and took effect while they were talking. This behavior of finding loopholes in other people's words and picking on words had always worked, until they used this behavior on themselves.

Lifting up the tall and strong Meisfield with one hand, no one knew how this petite girl possessed such amazing strength. The Cheshire Cat jumped and hummed an unknown song, slowly walking towards the ether phase engine.

"The Chief Jester Waits"

“His banquets are interesting and colorful”

“The gates to the amusement park are open”

“Who will be the next tourist?”

“Will you be the next tourist?”

Chapter 32 My special code split directly!

Meisfield was tied to the side of the ether phase engine by the Cheshire Cat, with four steel knives piercing his limbs, firmly fixing him to the ground.

"First, our respected Lord Chosen, the Hunting God Champion."

"You only have one last step left to complete the White Lion Journey!"

The Cheshire Cat laughed and carried over with his bare hands a huge box that the Desolate One had brought to this place with great effort.

"In the name of the Hunting God, hunt down seven noble white beasts."

"It starts with the white lion and ends with the white stag."

"White Lion."

"polar bear."

"White Tiger."

"White Eagle."

"White pig."

"White Wolf."

"Finally, finally, ding ding ding..."

The Cheshire Cat opened the huge box, revealing the unconscious white deer inside.

"It's the most important white deer!"

"How did the White Lions come about?"

"It is to commemorate the important ceremony created by the great first Hunting God Champion, Lord Aenarion."

"But the Hunting God is a god who has never had a chosen champion. Who is this Lord Aenarion? When did he become the first chosen champion?"

"After completing the White Lion Journey, of course!"

"But now the person who will complete the White Lion Line has become the young man from the Wilderness, Mei Sifeild. In that case, will the White Lion Line still be born?"

"After all, it is the White Lion. The core of the White Lion is the 'Trial Created by Aenarion'. It is not just some random wildling killing a few innocent animals that can be called the White Lion."

"So, this little brother named Meisfield, what exactly is this trial you are about to complete?"

"Is it a joke that is not lighthearted?"

"Or is it the real White Lion? If it is the real White Lion, what will you become because of this strange paradox?"

As the Cheshire Cat spoke with a smile, he thrust a ceremonial dagger into Meisfield's hand.

Looking at the scene in front of him and listening to the words of the Cheshire Cat, Meisfield was so shocked that his hair stood on end and his face was full of disbelief.

"What...what do you mean?!"

Holding Meisfield's hand and making him hold the dagger tightly, the Cheshire Cat dragged the unconscious white deer to the side of the wild man and asked him to aim at the aorta in the white deer's neck.

“How pitiful.”

"Or has your ambition blinded your wisdom?"

"Or are there some beautiful girls with amazing looks and figures who are giving you all kinds of inexplicable hints and leading you to a dead end?"

Snapped.

The dagger pierced the white deer's aorta, but the deer did not move at all. Its white fur set off the defeated expression of Meisfield, making it look even more terrifying.

"You guys really are...ridiculous."

"Didn't you see from the beginning that the so-called White Lion March was a trap set by the Hunting God to get Aenarion to join the group?"

"With such a targeted action, don't you have even the slightest suspicion?"

"Regarding the great event of God's selection of the champion, don't any of you so-called three great priests know how to do it?

Go and ask for an oracle or something?"

"You guys are amazing, you didn't do anything!"

"Your ambition far exceeds your reverence for the gods. No wonder the God of Hunting chose to leave you to die without saving you. You deserve it."

"You deserve it!"

"If the God of Hunting had not married into the God of Wilderness, do you really think you could have survived the tyranny of the wilderness?"

"You were one of the three great gods of the Light Elves back then, but now you have become a slave and a subordinate god of the God of Wilderness. And you repay Him in this way?"

"You deserve it, you deserve it!"

"You bastards are so bad that even I can't stand it."

Although it lacks morals, this does not prevent the Cheshire Cat from standing on the moral high ground and criticizing the other party harshly. After all, it feels really good to do so.

The Cheshire Cat's words made the remaining three people who were still conscious pale. As it said, the Desolate People turned the big event of selecting the champion God's Chosen into a tool to achieve power and ambition. They thought a lot about this big event and did almost everything they could, but none of them thought or did anything for their own gods.

Not even one.

These are a bunch of bastards whose ambition and power have blinded their heads.

"Ah, the white deer is dead."

The unconscious white deer finally fell into eternal sleep at this moment. Its life was completely ended by a ritual dagger, and this dagger was held tightly in Meisfield's hand from beginning to end.

"Look, I helped you realize your wish."

"You have completed the ritual of the White Lion Walk."

"A champion chosen by the God of Hunting will be born from this."

As the Cheshire Cat spoke, a dazzling light suddenly appeared on Meisfield's body. The density of this light was very small, but for some reason it overwhelmed the violent energy frenzy caused by the ether phase engine. Even the azure torrent could not be compared with this rusty color.

Looking at the terrifying energy container in front of him, whose energy was growing at an alarming rate, the Cheshire Cat smiled even more.

"Don't be fooled by the fact that many of your plans seem to be well thought out. In fact, at this point, your plans should have failed."

"After all, if the chosen one is not Aenarion, I dare not imagine what the God of Hunting will do in his rage. I dare not even think about what consequences will happen to this world after the cause and effect are fooled."

"But I can't help it. I have a kind heart. So I made a small improvement on this little guy."

"For example, planting a strand of Aenarion's hair on the head of Meisfeld, and using the hair to perform the trick of our Lord, thus fooling the Hunting God and the world's cause and effect for a short period of time."

“Now it seems that it has been successful.”

“It’s really cause for celebration.”