I! The Salted Fish Law God Was Eavesdropped On By Master Loli

But they didn't stop for a moment.

Almost at the moment of receiving the news, he immediately rushed to the west without stopping.

They are the elite of the elite, and they are the royal rangers who belong to the elf family, the Bauhinia Court.

Along the way, in the process of rushing to help, they continued to organize the remnants of the defeat from various races in the continent, holding high the banner of the Violet Empire and the Elf Royal Court in the chaos, and in the total defeat, they forcibly took those remnants. Condensed into a sharp knife.

"Quick! Quick! The First King must be notified immediately! We have already received the news that the main gods of the five major sequences, including the Backfire Holy See, the Natural Council, and the Whisperers, have arrived, and they have gone to the Wild West. Their goal is His Majesty. !"

"Report to Captain Shadowmoon, we found the demigod patriarch of the giant clan in Northern Plains, and he promised to join our rescue team!!"

"There are also the natural demigods of the morning light tree people, the wilderness demigods of the centaurs, and the wind-type demigods of the human race's misty city. They are also on their way! Our team is even stronger!"

"Anyway! Your Majesty! Please raise the twilight of the gods for us!"

Relief that stretches across the continent.

Not only the teams assembled by the Bauhinia Guards, but also the teams from all corners of the continent, from all ethnic groups, survived the first great defeat.

The flaming spark was ignited in the great rout.

Many demigods who have been hidden since ancient times have participated in the war.

And the team led by her was like a sharp knife, taking the lead in tearing one hole after another in the enemy's formation, constantly breaking through, and advancing day by day.

And until they reached the Wild West.

What was reflected in her trembling pupils was the figure that fell in the splendid sky.

"Do not!!"

The petals that symbolize the violet empire have withered.

She knelt down tremblingly, witnessing the moment of dashed hope.

And they didn't even touch the corpse of their king at all, and they were intercepted by many gods and hostile demigods in the sky, and in front of them was an unrivaled coalition of gods.

Dead or Alive.

The coalition gave them an ultimatum.

"The Violet Monarch is dead. If you continue to resist, we will destroy you. Put down your weapons! Don't do any more fearless struggles!"

It was the last reverberation of the war.

What they faced was the pair of indifferent eyes, the iron army blessed by the gods who stood in front of them.

Morale began to shake, and hearts began to float.

The various races that had been condensed under the banner of the Violet Empire for a short time began to fall apart. One by one, they put down their weapons, and one by one walked past her, who was staring blankly, to the opposite side they had resisted.

Until the end, only less than a thousand soldiers of the second generation of elves remained.

"Dead or Alive!"

An ultimatum, accompanied by an indifferent announcement that leaves no emotion.

She turned her head and stared blankly at the elite she led behind her, and at the blood-drenched clansmen.

She drew her blade and lifted it up to the sky absentmindedly in the gust of wind.

There are no words.

At the end of the picture that Lynn saw, it was a charge with no chance of winning, a charge to the death in the face of dozens of times the number and strength gap.

hum-

The picture shattered at the end of a scarlet crimson.

That was her last memory before she died.

Lynn slowly withdrew the hand from her neck, bowed her head, clenching her fingers one by one.

"So, you are here."

And in the history he knew after his rebirth, the second elf had long since become a memory of history.

The entire second-generation elves were exterminated.

They dutifully followed the tradition they had always followed with corpses at the end of that battle of gods.

And all the elves that survived in the future are no longer second-generation elves.

Because all his elves died at the end of that war.

"What are you still doing there?! Don't delay any longer! Mistress needs more troops, bring them in quickly!"

Behind him came the shouts of the Valkyrie guards.

They looked at the whippers who stopped suddenly, and their expressions became a little impatient.

Lynn was silent with her head down.

He suddenly stretched out his hand without looking at the Valkyries.

But their complexions immediately changed drastically, their bodies instantly seemed to be directly restrained by an invisible force, and the whole body slowly hung up in the air.

In the pain of suffocation, they couldn't even make a sound, and the whole person began to fall apart in the struggle.

sonorous—

The blades in their hands fell heavily to the ground.

Then came the heavy fall of corpses, and in just an instant, dozens of Valkyries around, including the Menting Guards, were killed instantly.

Lynn looked up.

But with just a wave of their hands, their corpses climbed up again and were controlled by Lynn with the source of the undead.

"Let's go in."

Lynn was silent and said:

"I want to see how many elves they have transformed into me."

The huge door of the hall rumbled open, the voice echoed in their ears, and the elf soul's empty and godless eyes moved slightly.

Just like the redbud that has been blooming on their necks.

...

The door rumbled open.

In the deepest part of the Hall of Destiny, on the long sacred corridor, on both sides stood the servants and Valkyries of the Heart of Destiny.

The whole hall reverberated with solemn and ethereal singing.

Here is the heart of destiny.

It is the authority of the goddess of fate in the kingdom of God.

At this moment, in the hall of destiny, a huge deep well-like portal was placed in the very center, and there was the door leading to the old place of the Goddess of Destiny.

In front of the portal, a female elf in a servant costume closed her eyes and prayed facing the gate.

For thousands of years since their goddess of fate left, the big and small things of the kingdom of God have always been controlled by the mistresses of the major regions headed by her.

"Mother Yinge, a new batch of Ascendants has arrived."

A Valkyrie knelt down on one knee in front of her and whispered:

"According to your order, this is the eleventh batch of ancient elves' souls from the Violet World that we have reserved. Their will to fight should belong to the strongest ranks among the elves of the major worlds."

Mistress Yinge slowly opened her pupils and said:

"After all, they are ancient warriors who have experienced the turmoil of a thousand years ago, and they are exactly the candidates we need."

She stood up slowly, surrounded by countless star-like light spots.

His eyes drooped slightly, and his voice was ethereal and distant.

"Let them in."

"Yes, mistress!"

Soon, outside the long corridor, the spirits of the chained elves that were pressed and sent by the whippers were escorted in hollowly.

The whippers knelt down on one knee and said:

"Mother, this batch of souls has been sent."