Decisive

The giant sword in the Giant King's hand was quite strange; one half was the decay of Twilight, while the other was rusted and stained with blood, carrying an aura of Iron and Blood.

"This is..." Truman frowned, looking at the exaggerated longsword that seemed somewhat at odds with the Giant King's decay of Twilight.

The moment he laid eyes on the greatsword, Truman felt as if he had been locked onto by it. The sword's edge made him exceptionally uneasy, as if it were piercing through his own shortcomings and weaknesses.

This sensation was familiar; he had felt it from Medici before, though it was far more intense now.

"A high-sequence characteristic or the Uniqueness of a Red Priest?!" Truman took a shallow breath, hesitant to be certain. After all, the aura of decay radiating from the Giant King was too heavy to approach.

But one thing was certain: that sword, where Twilight and Iron and Blood coexisted, was not simple and was related to the Red Priest.

"Could the God of War have died at the hands of the giants?" Truman couldn't help but speculate.

"But this... could it be the God of Spirits?"

The God of War was a subordinate god to the King of Exotic Species, Vathun, and had died in that war of the Ancient Gods. By now, not even a soul could recall His name.

The King of Exotic Species did not follow a simple Alien Species pathway; no one knew what characteristics He had consumed. But judging from His subordinate god, the God of War, He likely possessed high-sequence characteristics of the Red Priest pathway.

During that war of the Ancient Gods, the God of War was killed in battle, and the God of Spirits made off with the King of Exotic Species' entire fortune, disappearing without a trace.

All Truman knew was that the God of Spirits had traded with Sasrir for the entire Alien Species pathway.

Perhaps this connection to the Red Priest had come from the God of Spirits?

However, over these past few hundred years, the Ancient God races had fought so insanely that countless clansmen had perished, and all sorts of accidents could occur.

"A characteristic related to the Red Priest—that's good stuff!"

"If you have such good things, why not come find me? I still have a piece of God Almighty's Sin," Truman muttered, but the battle between the two Ancient Gods had already begun.

Terrifying thunder tore through the Twilight, exploding over the Giant King's Court. The Giant King swung his sword and charged, while the Elf King met him, wielding a Trident.

Lightning and Twilight drowned out everything; no one could peer into the situation within. Truman very consciously withdrew his gaze.

Watching a war of gods for too long was not necessarily a good thing; it wouldn't be a surprise if a bolt of thunder or a wave of Twilight were to fall on him at any moment.

This divine battle lasted only a short time. When the thunder gradually faded, the Elf King was nowhere to be found.

Did the Giant King seem to have the upper hand?

Otherwise, with the Elf King's Tyrant personality, he would not have retreated so easily.

"Twilight and Red Priest?" Truman vaguely thought of a madman from later generations.

However, the Giant King had not attempted to accommodate this item, but rather used it as a weapon.

After all, if he were to accommodate yet another high-sequence characteristic from a different pathway, the Giant King would only become more insane and would be unable to suppress his own desire for destruction.

"It seems the Giant King has some confidence in daring to cooperate with the Ancient Sun God."

Truman watched the receding Twilight, gaining a concrete understanding of the current Giant Race.

Then, it would be a matter of each relying on their own abilities...

Boom!

The Elf King returned to the Elf King's Palace and sat upon that divine throne.

"You went to the Giant King's Court?" the Queen of Calamities, Goshenam, asked.

"I taught Almir a little lesson!" the Elf King snorted coldly.

The elven attendants in the palace lowered their heads, vaguely sensing that what the Elf King said was not as simple as it sounded.

The next moment, thick, slimy tentacles were seen lashing at the void, flashing with scorching lightning snakes.

"Almir has become more powerful!" It was only after the attendants had exited the palace that the Elf King spoke of the battle's result.

"The giants are still in contact with secret organizations among humans, led by Harvest and Dawn." There was no lack of worry on the Queen of Calamities' face.

"Humans? It's that Sun, isn't it!" The Elf King's voice was like thunder. "Is it Dream?"

The Queen of Calamities nodded indifferently and said, "We cannot let them unite."

"Contact Gregali. We don't need Her to trust us; we only need to tell Her about Almir's little schemes!"

"And as for us, we prepare to deal with the humans and the Sun!" Goshenam was sufficiently decisive, quickly identifying their opponents.

"Good! I've long found that Sun an eyesore! If not for the fact that I want to eat that dragon every time I see it, I would have joined hands with Him to strike at that Sun long ago!" The thunder on the Elf King's body crackled, giving the impression that he would stop at nothing to attack.

"Angerweed..." Goshenam was silent for a moment before making a judgment. "No need to worry about him. This time, we only need to demonstrate our dominion over the oceans, rivers, and lakes to make the humans wary!"

"Strike fast and settle it quickly!"

At this moment, Goshenam was more like the Lord of the Elves; she possessed sufficient boldness and reason.

"Have the God of Beauty and the God of Fortune lead the defecting Vampire Clan and elves to block the Giant Race, while you descend a catastrophe upon the humans!"

The Elf King had a volatile temper and could not wait a moment longer; he immediately issued the Oracle.

"War again?" The God of Fortune was truly resistant. If he could, he would never let himself get mired in a battlefield, especially since this time he might be facing the Sun God's faction.

For hundreds of years, he had felt a lingering fear toward that Angel of Dreams who carried a book. That feeling of being unable to look at him was something he hadn't even experienced when facing Ancient Gods!

"What on earth is he?!" The God of Fortune walked out of his palace helplessly; under the protection of the Elf King, there were some things he had to do.

He utilized his luck, hoping not to encounter that "monster" again.

"Huh?" Far away in the Giant King's Court, Truman suddenly felt a strange sensation and muttered, "It seems something is interfering with me."

"Is it that Mercury Snake?" Soon, Truman found that familiar feeling in his memories.

"He is the Elf King's subordinate god!" Truman's eyes narrowed, feeling that something was increasingly wrong.

"Hum!"

Information flashed on the Robe of the Sage, and the prophecy was triggered.

Truman closed his eyes, sinking into the vision.

A bolt of lightning tore through the darkness. Truman saw it: it was a human city-state, and outside the city-state was a giant tsunami reaching hundreds of meters in height!

Wind and thunder roared, giant waves rolled, and the entire world trembled!

The entire city-state was too insignificant before the giant waves, completely unable to withstand a single blow.

"The elves are going to strike at the humans?!" Truman snapped awake from the prophecy.

"The elves are going to bring everything out into the open, to lay it all on the table." Truman realized almost instantly what the Elf Race intended to do.

"In this way, all the major Ancient Gods will likely be forced into action."

Decisive enough... Truman praised silently. This was likely not the Elf King's idea; he had always been known for his volatile temper, and perhaps he would have preferred to just have a brawl with the Ancient Sun God instead?

"The Queen of Calamities, Goshenam!"