Real elves vs fake elves

"What an incorrigible arrogant bastard."

The two top leaders of the Wildborn described Aenarion as "extremely arrogant", but for some reason they felt much better when facing this bastard.

Perhaps it was because I saw the Cheshire Cat get slapped in the face, and my deeper thought was that I couldn't be the only one to suffer. If we were to suffer, then of course everyone should suffer together.

"Okay, the energy output port has been shut down. The Red Moon will no longer expand indefinitely."

Aenarion raised his head, looking at the red moon that was as big as a mountain, but his tone was not solemn at all.

The core of the Silver Moon has been completely enveloped by the Red Moon. Not even a ray of light can escape from this impenetrable group of tentacles.

"So what? So what!" The Cheshire Cat screamed hysterically, which was not in line with her girlish personality at all. Her voice was full of madness and she looked like a loser. "Can you resist such a red moon?!"

"I admit that I underestimated you, but so what?"

"You can't cause any harm to Red Moon!"

"The only weapon that can shoot down this red moon is the Hunting God's Bow, and that artifact has been destroyed by me."

"The White Lion Trial has also been completely destroyed by me. The Hunter God's manipulation has caused Him to fall into a spiral of logical paradox. He will not be able to choose a champion again in a short period of time."

"Aenarion, even you can do nothing about this red moon!"

The last words were spoken in a decisive manner, and I didn't know whether it was to emphasize the correctness of these words, or to encourage myself or even hypnotize myself.

Aenarion's expression became even calmer after hearing this: "A divine weapon..."

Cheshire Cat: "Yes! That's right! For a being of this rank, only weapons of the same rank can cause effective damage to it!"

"And the divine weapon! It is the best way to deal with Him!"

"But divine weapons are not cabbages that can be found anywhere on the roadside..."

The Cheshire Cat suddenly shivered not because she wanted to be a rapper, but because

I was so shocked that I almost bit my tongue.

She couldn't help but be shocked. After seeing Aenarion calmly take out a long sword that was so gorgeous that it emitted colorful light, this girl was so shocked that she was speechless.

Aenarion stared at the red moon hanging high in the sky, his expression remaining calm.

He tried to strengthen the Snake King's Fang according to the method he remembered, and the effect was naturally very significant. Not to mention the maximum energy output and ability improvement, the appearance of this weapon was far better than any other weapon in the world.

Looking at the gorgeous sword in his hand, Aenarion couldn't help but think of the brainwashing advertisements he had seen before.

First there's a flash of brilliant light, then you get the dragon-slaying sword when you click on it, and finally there's the kind of cheap light effects that make your eyes hurt.

Really bad taste.

What's even more terrible is that when others see this scene, they will probably think that it's not the artifact that has bad taste, but Aenarion himself.

It gives me a headache just thinking about it.

Amid the horror on the Cheshire Cat's face, Aenarion did not use Excalibur from the Fang of the Serpent to knock down the Red Moon. Instead, he thrust the sword into the ground with his backhand and opened his hands as if trying to hug something.

"Let me ask you, Chosen One of the Laughing God, how did you learn the details of the White Lion Tribe?"

"Did Huang Yi tell you?"

"Or did the priest of the Wilderness tell you?"

"But didn't you say before that the priests of the Wilderness did not communicate specifically with their gods regarding the issue of the God's Choice? So can I assume that even the Wilderness do not know the specific content of the White Lion Parade? They are mostly guessing."

"And you, a chosen one of the Laughing God and an outsider who got the guesses from others, it is even more impossible for you to know the specific content of the White Lion Tribe."

These words were not complicated, and the Cheshire cat's brain only took half a second to react, and she immediately realized what Aenarion was doing.

He was trying to restore the disordered cause and effect to normal and let the Hunting God walk out of the spiral of cause and effect.

Just by the way you speak.

"The previous hunting of white animals was not the so-called white lion hunting, but ordinary hunting behavior."

"And my act of subduing a giant white lion with my bare hands before coming to the Garrison City is the true act of the White Lion."

"This is the trial that I, Aenarion, first created. I gained the favor of the God of Hunting because of this trial. The act of subduing the white lion with my bare hands became a ritual called the 'White Lion Walk' and has been passed down ever since."

"My statement above is 100% valid, because I have 100% right to interpret the White Lion Trial."

As soon as the words fell, Meisfield, who was lying on the ground, suddenly howled miserably. His skin began to melt as if it had turned into some strange gelatinous substance. As it melted, it cracked into pieces. The horrible debris fell to the ground, and the plants around these debris immediately began to grow abnormally and morbidly.

Originally, it was that trace of divinity of the Huntsman that maintained his body which should have completely collapsed. However, after Aenarion redefined the "White Lion", the causal paradox disappeared, and the Huntsman took away that trace of divinity without any hesitation.

In front of the protagonist who has the right to define, all conspiracies surrounding cause and effect disappear without a trace. Even if you can play some tricks, as long as the definition is directly tampered with, everything will need to start all over again.

This is where the strong sense of powerlessness that ordinary people feel in the face of so-called gods comes from.

And now, a feeling of powerlessness filled the hearts of everyone present, except for the big elf who was in high spirits.

Aenarion had not changed much at this time, just like the blessing of the Champion God's Chosen level was not enough to make any changes to him. The Chosen blessed by the gods would more or less undergo some magical changes, but Aenarion was obviously not one of them.

"Two gods jointly choose..."

Aenarion clenched his fists, feeling the surge of energy within him.

“It seems to be just that?”

Chapter 36: Double God’s Choice is Not Enough!

The first time he became a double-flowered red stick, Aenarion felt that it was just so-so. It didn't feel too special. He didn't directly turn into a superman or have any amazing special effects. He was just ordinary and felt very normal.

Aenarion did not think that he was different from others, so the difference might be due to the gods.

The two who blessed themselves are too weak. So weak that it is hard to say who is the real pillar of support between the two.

Aenarion: "As the Champion, I have the right to wield the bow of the Huntsman. I now call upon it."

As he spoke, a dazzling light suddenly flashed in the distant sky, like a rapidly falling meteor. In the blink of an eye, it went from being barely visible to the naked eye to being right in front of the eyes.

Apart from anything else, this speed is definitely faster than that of a supersonic fighter.

Reaching out his hand and spreading his five fingers, Aenarion calmly caught the Huntsman's bow that came at an astonishing speed and held it firmly in his hand.

According to science, the potential energy brought by this amazing speed must be amazing. But the process of Aenarion grasping the Huntsman Bow was extremely smooth, not to mention the shock wave or sonic boom, even a slight

There wasn't even the slightest bit of wind, it was as if an archer had simply picked up his bow, it was abnormally simple.

It can be said to be very unscientific.

"This thing is broken."

After reading the Huntsman Bow several times in his hand, Aenarion came to the above conclusion.

The Cheshire Cat was not lying, she did damage the Hunting God Bow, but the damage was not thorough enough. It is difficult for mortals to completely destroy a divine weapon by conventional means, but if you think about it carefully, there are still many ways to make a divine weapon unusable.

Looking at Aenarion fiddling with the Huntsman's bow, the Cheshire Cat looked alert and said nothing. She was really confused now and had no idea what the man in front of her wanted to do.

It seemed that the elf wanted to do more than just stop him. He looked neither anxious nor slow, and did not show any sign of being anxious about the red moon hanging high in the sky.

What on earth does this bastard want to do?

A golden light began to flash in Aenarion's hand, and quickly spread from the part where Aenarion gripped the bow handle to the entire bow arm, turning the Huntsman Bow into almost a different appearance.

"It's broken, but it's not unusable."

"Even better, to be exact."

The Cheshire cat, who couldn't understand what Aenarion was trying to do, looked at him warily. After a while, she seemed to really feel that something was wrong, and she spoke in a tentative tone.

"Do you think that you can destroy the red moon with just this broken artifact?"

Aenarion stopped fiddling with the bow and arrow, turned to look at the Cheshire Cat who was looking at him warily, and suddenly smiled as if to say "I don't eat beef".

The elf giant almost never smiles, especially this kind of perverted smile. Therefore, once this smile appears, the lethality is quite huge. Not to mention the Cheshire Cat, even the four accompanying heads retreated several steps.

There were clearly no threatening words or shocking aura, but I was still so frightened that my hair stood on end. It was just such a simple action, but I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"There is a price to pay to eliminate the Red Moon. I certainly won't do it."

"But some people will take action, and the price, or curse, will be borne by that person."

Cheshire Cat: "..."

She had just said something similar before.

Aenarion: "Didn't you say that the Laughing God would devour both the Red and Silver Moons, leaving only one true moon in the sky?"

"Great, my favorite thing to do is to help others, I decided to fulfill your wish."

"And this is not just your wish. Many of your operations are not easy for mortals to do. I believe that there must be assistance from a higher level being. Needless to say, the person who assisted you must be the god you devoutly believe in."

"In other words, devouring the Red Moon and the Silver Moon is also the wish of the Laughing God."

"After hearing your request, I decided to fulfill both of your wishes at the same time."

When the Cheshire Cat heard Aenarion suddenly start to nitpick, he immediately shut up and dared not say a word. After hearing Aenarion blatantly distort the content of his previous words, the Cheshire Cat's face turned red and he looked anxious and angry, but he still did not dare to open his mouth, not even to make a sound.

The behavior she had previously inflicted on others was completely returned to her, even doubled, making her anxious and angry, and she felt like she was being pissed off.

I have never felt so aggrieved in my life!

After realizing that the Cheshire Cat refused to utter a single word, Aenarion turned to look at the bad cat and gave him a meaningful smile.

"You don't want to talk, right? It's okay."

"I heard that there is a trial to become the chosen one of the God of Laughter, and no one has ever successfully completed this trial."

After hearing this, the Cheshire Cat had an expression of "Where did you hear that from?" and was extremely horrified. It was obvious that Aenarion knew that this matter was absolutely beyond her expectations.

Only the most devout believers of the Laughing God are likely to know the trial conditions for becoming the chosen champion. Due to many reasons such as loyalty or not to create more competitors for themselves, the Laughing God's devout believers will never leak this information.

And now, the top secret of the Church of the Laughing God was spoken out so easily by an outsider among outsiders. How could it not make the Cheshire Cat feel his worldview overturned, or even become so suspicious and terrified that his whole body began to tremble?

As a loyal player of the game, Aenarion certainly knew how to become the Chosen One of the Laughing God, and even more so how to complete this trial.

It's like a backdoor specially opened for players. It's actually very simple to complete this trial, but this trial has to reasonably take countless people countless years, so it has to give an extremely outrageous passing condition.

"The so-called trial of the God of Laughter is to tell a joke that will make the God of Laughter laugh."

"This is an almost impossible trial, because according to legend, all the jokes in this world are created by the God of Laughter. The God of Laughter, who is surrounded by countless jokes all day long, has a threshold for laughter that is incomprehensible to mortals. Therefore, although there are many believers of the God of Laughter and many people have tried this trial, no one has ever made the God of Laughter laugh."

“Therefore,

For the followers of the Laughing God, this is an impossible task."

Aenarion's words were very calm, and this calm expression set off the shocked and horrified face of the Cheshire Cat.

Of course, the next thing that would shock the Cheshire Cat to the point of fainting was about to happen.

Chapter 37 The God of Bad Jokes

Aenarion looked up. Against the dim sky, he could see the gaze of something unknown. Something beyond mortal comprehension was watching this small place. There were a lot of damn bastards who cared about everything that happened here.

Suddenly, Aenarion spoke.

"There is a kidnapper named Morality in a certain city, so the people in that city are often kidnapped by morality."

Secret Head 4: “……?”

Cheshire Cat: “……?”

The High Priest of the Wilderness: “……?”

The crowd of onlookers had no idea what Aenarion was talking about for a moment. The effect of his straightforward words was very subtle, and it made people feel a strange feeling of being neither up nor down and a little suffocated.

"puff"

Then, a voice that did not belong to this world but could echo in all worlds appeared in the minds of everyone present.

"puff"

"Pfft"

"Hey Yo"

There are more than one special codes.

Everyone present was a smart person. After this voice that shouldn't have appeared in their minds appeared, they immediately realized what had happened.

After realizing this almost blasphemous thought, this group of people were so horrified that they even forgot why they couldn't be happy.

Jokes that amuse gods fail to amuse mortals. That is definitely not because the gods’ sense of humor is too weird, but it is definitely because mortals’ posture level is not high enough to feel the transcendent knowledge contained in these jokes.

Aenarion: "After a day of fermenting, the news finally becomes soft and tasty."

“Puff…” “Puff…”

There was another series of laughter that I couldn't help laughing. The feeling of trying very hard to hold it back, but simply couldn't completely hold it back.