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“Shelley!”
Catherine, besides occasionally throwing an ice ball at the crowded places, had been staring at the battle between Shelley and Muhre. The way Shelley had just cut the ancestral spirit in half had made her very excited. But before she could cry out in surprise, she saw Muhre’s war spear flying toward Shelley like a cannonball.
“Look out!”
Her cry of surprise stopped abruptly. She looked at the scene before her in disbelief.
The war spear, which was like a cannonball, had stopped a centimeter in front of Shelley’s eyes, in a way that defied physics.
“Alter Reality · Divine Power.”
Shelley, behind the bone war spear, slowly moved aside and looked at the shocked God of Half-Orcs.
Shelley raised the divine sword in his hand and pointed it at the remaining half-orc ancestral spirit.
“Are you also here to die?”
The moment his voice fell, the bone war spear continued to fly forward along its original trajectory.
Boom!
At the same time, on the edge of the battlefield, there was a temple made of bones, in which were placed hundreds of stone statues. They were all heroes of the half-orcs, the greatest chieftains of the past.
If Muhre hadn’t ascended to godhood, there would definitely have been a place for him here.
Among these statues, only ten of them had divine power attached. The ancestral sacrifices of the half-orcs for thousands of years, those who were qualified to become spirits and be sacrificed were all legends among legends.
At this time, a statue near the edge also suddenly shattered… It was the ancestral spirit holding the bone war spear. The divine power on it was disappearing rapidly, as if it had been sucked dry.
Finally, the statue rumbled and collapsed, turning into scattered debris. This situation made the half-orcs who were guarding here extremely terrified. They kept kneeling and praying, crying out in grief.
At the same time, the remaining ancestral spirit, as if stimulated, fled back to Muhre’s side in a panic. It had felt the demise of that ancestral spirit. A complete demise.
“Impossible! That’s the power of a god.”
Not only did the bow-wielding ancestral spirit feel the demise of the war spear spirit, but Muhre, as the new god of the half-orcs, also felt it very clearly.
He had fallen. An ancestral war spirit had completely fallen. He could not accept this at all.
Spirits were like otherworldly divine messengers, summoned to the Material Plane. Even if they were killed in the mortal realm, they would not truly perish. Because their rank was higher than mortals, and their true bodies were now in the divine kingdom of the God of Half-Orcs.
The way to kill them was to come to the divine kingdom and fight them, or… a god personally made a move.
At that time, it would be…
“A god war.”
A god war would not change because of the weakness of the two sides. The battle between weak gods could also reach the standard of a god war.
And when a god war broke out… whether it was petitioners, spirits, holy spirit apostles, or otherworldly divine servants… once they died in battle, they would truly fall.
Muhre’s expression changed drastically. The anger in his heart almost consumed him. He roared with red eyes, “You!”
“Who are you?”
Shelley chuckled softly, as if he found Muhre’s voice a little noisy. He rubbed his ears and said softly, “I told you, I’m the High Priest of the Half-Elven Church.”
Shelley added a sentence in his heart… Half a God of Half-Elves.
Hmm? Half a God of Half-Elves… isn’t that a quarter of a God of Elves?
“You’re not continuing?”
“I’m very fragile right now.”
Although Shelley said that, Muhre’s expression told him that this injured God of Half-Orcs did not believe him at all.
“Is that so~”
Shelley looked at Muhre’s cautious appearance, stretched, and then flew into the air, looking down at the distant Muhre and the half-orc ancestral spirit.
This easy-going manner further strengthened the thought in Muhre’s heart.
“This person is full of lies.”
Muhre now even suspected that the God of Half-Elves had personally intervened. Either directly controlling this body, or bestowing divine power.
But he was not wrong to think so… Shelley had indeed used Nadia’s power in that instant.
Although Shelley looked very relaxed, in fact, his stamina and magic had been completely depleted.
Shelley: I don’t have a single drop left.
“I wasn’t lying this time.”
“Although it was an empty fort strategy.”
[You finally told the truth once, but you weren’t believed.]
[How does it feel?]
“Not bad.”
“The art of war is the art of deception.”
“And where did you get ‘finally’? When have I ever lied?”
[?]
In fact, after killing the half-orc ancestral spirit just now, Shelley was very panicked. At that moment, he had actually wanted to directly teleport away, but when he took the next step…
[Slain Half-Orc Ancestral Spirit!]
[Gained 5 points of divinity.]
[Divinity has exceeded 100 points.]
[Automatically mastered Innate Ability: Intermediate Divinity.]
[Intermediate Divinity: The divinity within you can already be compared to a god. Your power has touched the deep layers of a god.]
[This divine power will increase as your divinity increases.]
[All attributes +1]
In that instant, Shelley’s intelligence, with the boost of his demon form, had reached 30 (23+7) points. He felt his mind become incredibly agile, his brain working at high speed, and everything before him seemed to be very slow. Even… as if he were in the domain of time stop.
“I don’t have to dodge. I can feel Nadia’s power.”
“…Take a gamble. Go for it.”
“There’s no better chance than this.”
So at that moment, Shelley fully activated his own divinity and the power that belonged to Nadia.
[Possess Half-Elven Divine Portfolio (Partial)]
[Initiating Saint Form… failed.]
[Successfully initiated Saint Form (Partial)]
[Alter Reality.]
This had directly drained the divine power and magic in Shelley’s body, and he didn’t even have the magic to maintain his demon form.
Shelley flew into the air. This was actually not a very good choice. His movements were inconvenient, and it was easy for him to become a target.
Just as the half-orc ancestral spirit was about to draw its bow, Shelley suddenly looked up at Catherine… or rather, the two priestesses on her back.
“It’s ready.”
Shelley’s eyes were full of amusement. He laughed loudly, “Are you sure you want to attack me?”
!!?
Muhre looked up at the two priestesses who had been ignored in the sky. A huge black cloud appeared above their heads.
“Are you sure… you want your clansmen to enjoy this spell?”
“Storm of Vengeance.”
Under the dark sky, his silver hair fluttered. The laughing man… became the despair in the eyes of all the half-orcs.
