Moya stretched out her hand to capture the loved one she had lost for a while, but the torrent of time separated the two people who did not belong to the same space.

"Father……"

A stern and obvious anger sound awakened Moya from his sad state of mind.

"You idiot!!"

Haas's face was filled with anger as he came to his hands.

Unlike the curse and lies, the static moon god Garcia, the night god of war and chaos is the god of anger, and he will never stop his desire for blood and war.

Therefore, like the evil god Shasili, this god is not only worshipped by his own family, but also has many believers among human beings.

Weakness and kindness are the most taboo things for Haas, and Moya's performance made him very angry. How could such a kind-hearted priest satisfy the war feast he had been waiting for for a long time?

"It was a mistake that Nathus sent you away. My descendants and priests would actually have a kinder heart than humans. This is simply the greatest insult to me!!"

Facing Haas's anger, Moya just lowered her head and said nothing. How could she not know her weakness, although it was dark on the surface

A clan can live with humans for a long time, and both thoughts and behaviors have been significantly affected.

Kindness is her biggest and most unforgivable weakness.

"I will let you meet Nathus because I hope he can persuade you to give up that stupid idea of ​​suicide. You must know how difficult it is to be born with a pure blood. Not only the light, but other gods who are also dark will not allow the descendants of Gods outside of themselves to be born. They are all good things that Nathus did. If he had not decided without authorization, you had cultivated by me personally since you were born, how could you become like this cowardly now?" Thinking that the birth of pure blood was extremely difficult, although Haas wanted to smash this stupid descendant full of affection, along with his body and soul, his power would be weakened again.

Tillian's envoy has appeared, and Shacili and Sabo have also selected their respective earthly spokespersons. It is unwise to execute their only pure-blooded descendants at this time.

Originally, he wanted to use Nathers to enlighten him, but unexpectedly, this fool said that as long as he could be reunited with his parents, she would rather give up her status and life, which forced him to close the passage of time to the past.

"Elara, the only thing you have to do now is to rebuild the Night Elf Empire. Nathus is also aware of the mistakes he has made, so he keeps reminding you. But if... you still stubbornly refuse to give up those stupid thoughts, or pity human words... then you will personally taste the end of angering the gods. You will use your soul to experience the horror of the underworld. Without a powerful soul like Karez as a blessing, do you think you can be safe in the underworld like the man from another world? Hum... choose. Should you live as my priest and spokesperson, or die by being abandoned by your ancestors. I will give you two choices, which is my last kindness." Raising the authority in his hand, Haas opened the twisted space that can be directly connected to the underworld.

As long as Moya still refuses the identity of the priest, she will be immediately thrown into the land of no redemption in the soul.

[Rebuilding the Night Elf Empire and regaining the light of the tribe once again is my last and greatest wish.]

Nathers's words echoed in Moya's ears again.

Yes, Father. I understand your painstaking efforts.

With my current strength, I cannot fight against God.

He wants me to be born, and I will be the favored priest.

If he wants me to die, I will be a pawn with no value anymore.

How could I not understand your hard work?

Only by gaining the power to go hand in hand can one transcend the fate of getting rid of the puppet. The great elf king Karez is a best example. As the creator of most gods, he was also exiled to the underworld by the gods he created. Since Has was reluctant to kill me, who was disobedient and always disobeyed his descendants, isn’t that exactly what he wants now to really need me to establish a new night elf empire on the ground to satisfy his desire for killing and blood.

As Haas said, after being deprived of all the magic power, my soul will definitely be swallowed by other undeads in the underworld. Even if Roland will save me, before she found me, I, who had become almost the same as ordinary undead, no longer existed.

It is precisely because you know that you will always be manipulated by you and will never be able to get rid of the identity of a puppet that you are desperate. What is the meaning of being alive if you are controlled by life and actions.

No matter how hard I struggle, I can't escape God's control. This is my greatest sorrow...

I don’t want to, nor do I want to. From birth to death, I have to be manipulated by others.

Death is not the end, it is just another beginning. It can free me from endless wars and conspiracies.

The death of the flesh and the extinction of the soul and the nirvana, as long as I die, I will no longer have to worry. I have been thinking this way these days. Since Haas came to the god of Merry and since my memory has recovered, I have been considering whether to continue living.

Just wait for Sistaer to obtain the throne, so I can leave without any worries. Both of their wishes come true. As for those old classmates who had betrayed me, Sistaer has promised to help, and he should help me achieve my wish.

I originally wanted to give up like this...

But now... Ye Shen Haas, you once again burned my mind to live.

For my parents, for my tribe, and for myself.

I will live, and live more firmly than anyone else.

In order to regain the fate you control.

Then, as you and other gods have done, even if you are my ancestors, in order to get rid of your control and to no longer survive like a puppet, I must drive you off the noble throne of power, and even if it fails, I must give it a try.

That is the meaning contained in my father's last words.

"Yes, my ancestors and creators, I will fulfill your wishes. As your highest priest and spokesperson, I will re-establish the Night Elf Empire on the land of Heinvega, and let the believers of Night God travel throughout the continent, so that your light will transcend the light and other dark gods."

After calm and rational thinking, Moya finally made a decision.

This is a road full of thorns. Everything that blocks the road will become my enemies.

"Can you really fulfill the promise you made? Ellara. Your kind personality is completely incompatible with the qualifications that a dark clan should have." Although Haas was satisfied with Moya's oath, he was worried that her too kind personality would not be able to fulfill her promise.

"God of War and Chaos, since I have become your priest, I will act according to your will. I will abandon all those who do not belong to the darkness, whether they are friends or feelings." Since I have decided to choose this path that will surely be full of blood, I will abandon those things that have always made me cowardly.

Conscience and kindness are the least needed by the dark clan.

Yes, I have made up my mind. From now on, I will never give up my life again.

Since I cannot get rid of the destined fate, I can only change, transcend, and firmly grasp my own destiny in my hands. That is what I should do. In this way, no matter what the outcome is, I should have no regrets, even if I fail. At least I have tried hard to let my life burn and not regret it, that is enough.

"It seems that our spokespersons have chosen the most suitable path for each other, Garcia." Seeing the Dark Moon Goddess appeared in the illusion she created, Haas knew that her sister had also completed her test of the mixed-blood elves.

"Yes, brother. My trial is over. He does have the courage that a dark clan should have." Garcia's eyes fell on Moya, and after seeing the burning thoughts like flames released in her eyes, she sighed softly.

You finally... made a choice.

Ailala, the son of darkness who once again returned to the earthly realm, is also the son of fate prophesied by Yajieer.

It seems that the prophecy will come true, killing and replacing the position of the Lord of the Darkness.

Should I warn my brother... No, the gods do not allow interfere in fate. Since my brother violated the rules that God of the Father will never allow the Lord God to interfere in the earthly realm, his destiny of destruction has been doomed.

Destiny cannot be changed. Musha, the cold god of time, has recorded all the names of gods who are trying to change their destiny.

Judgment will come.

The Mother God of Chaos will punish the gods who violate the rules on behalf of God of the Father, even the older brothers cannot escape.

Of course, I am also a part of the interfering in fate.

When the ending moment comes, everything will return to nothingness, whether it is the warlike brother or the cunning Shacili, the bloodthirsty Sabo, and Tillian, who always insists on balance to ensure that Anesia can maintain it.

Although we are respected as the gods, we are actually just created earlier than humans, orcs, elves and dragons.

This world is like ripples of water, and there are stronger lives besides the ripples.

Although we have created creatures such as humans and elves, aren’t we also creatures created by God the Father?

What is the difference between us and humans, orcs and elves? When this world comes to an end, don’t we, the once noble gods, also face death and destruction?

As powerful as Karez, the former Elemental Elf King and Dragon God, as the strongest living body, he was also exiled by the gods to the realm of nothingness.

Brother... the stubborn chaotic. Can't you see the fire of revenge burning in the woman's eyes? Can't you hear her swearing determination deep in her heart?

No... It's too late to say anything now. The balance of fate has tilted. The sand of time in Musha's hand is still sinking. The last moment is coming. I can only remain silent, stare silently and wait for the final judgment to arrive.

Unwilling to face his brother's proud laughter, Garcia returned to Xingyou Realm.

She never told Haas that the true prophecy she heard between fate was the true ending that only she and the God of Time and the God of Destiny knew.

Before exiling the Great Elf King, she was the youngest and last among the three gods in charge of time as the God of Stillness.

Yajie's prophecy, Musha's passing and his own stillness.

Everything will die with the arrival of the last moment, and no race can escape the final verdict.

Brother, why should you be persistent in deciding with the Light? We will eventually return to nothingness...

"It's almost... the moment I'm looking forward to is coming. The era when the Light clan ruled the earthly realm is about to end, and darkness will come again. Hahahaha~~~~~" Unconscious of Garcia's worries, after receiving a satisfactory reply, Haas's phantom left the temple and returned to the real Star Ghost Realm where he truly existed.

There is the realm of the gods and the world where the gods live.

Moya also felt his soul return to her body again because of Haas's departure.

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"What should I do? Mr. Maitarot, she didn't move at all. This medicine did not work at all..." Eric fed the healing potion that had been prayed by the Light Sacrifice into Moya's mouth, but her pale face still showed no improvement.

"It's useless. She was injured by magic. Your potion can only cure ordinary external injuries and has absolutely no effect on wounds caused by magic. And I don't know if the prayer of the Light Sacrifice will cause a second damage to Moya Fassi, who is a dark priest." Yago was worried that the potion will not only have no cure effect, but also aggravate her injuries.

If she died here, everyone present could not escape the revenge of the night elves.

Just when everyone didn't know what to do, Sistale appeared.

"Leave it to me." Taking Moya from Mataro's hand, Sistale injected magic into the golden ring in his left hand.

Soon, the dark palace was illuminated by the light of healing.

"Ah, she is starting to improve. She is worthy of being a magic weapon, and it will have an effect so soon..." Eric was delighted to see that the priestess was treated by the night elves, not only did the blood in the wound stop, but her too pale face began to return to blood.

"Listen... there is a voice." The dwarf commander heard the voice of people coming from the direction they came.

It’s the Dark Mage, they are chasing me!!
Chapter completed!