Yakeya suddenly raised an eyebrow. His body flickered, trailing several afterimages as he darted behind several metal puppets controlled by his clansmen. He glared furiously, pointing at the Green Moon Empress as he rebuked her sharply, "Green Moon Empress, you are merely the high priestess of the moon elves among the elf race. You are merely a servant of the elf gods in the mortal world! If some elf goddess threatened me like this, I could accept it. But you—you're just an ordinary elf. How dare you treat me this way?"
Heavy footsteps sounded from all directions at once. One divine-grade metal puppet after another charged forward, radiating terrifying auras of power, rings of blinding magical light circling beneath their feet. In an instant, at least tens of thousands of divine-grade puppets controlled by the Horkin Divine Clan surrounded the Green Moon Empress's party. All manner of equipment unfolded from the metal puppets, and the chilling air they emitted made the elves in the party shudder from head to toe.
The Green Moon Empress cast Yakeya a gloomy glance. Then a stream of white water surged up above her head, and the phantom image of her true form flickered indistinctly within the white light. Yakeya and the Horkin gods froze for a moment. The powerful divine-grade puppets collapsed inward one after another, and Horkin gods dressed in rags no different from beggars, reeking of various pungent ores, leaped out from within the puppets.
"So it's you. What rotten luck!" Yakeya spread his hands helplessly and spat heavily. Having just been blasted out of the great hall, his mouth was full of gray dust produced by the combustion and explosion of mineral oil. The glob of spit splattered onto the ground like sticky ink. The Green Moon Empress's expression abruptly changed,