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The Beast God had originally been stronger than Isabelle. Defeating her was only a matter of time, while the Wolf God was merely there as support, launching occasional sneak attacks from the side while keeping watch over the surroundings. After all, one of the Four High Gods, the Wind God, had yet to appear.
Therefore, after Olivier ambushed the two Mid Gods, the Wolf God immediately noticed him. However, he did not tell the Beast God, who was fully focused on dealing with Isabelle.
After his breakthrough, the Beast God was somewhat stronger than Isabelle. Still, even in a one-on-one fight, it would not be easy to determine the victor. Yet Isabelle also had to guard against the Wolf God's intermittent sneak attacks, leaving her restrained and unable to fight back.
Isabelle was ambushed by the Wolf God once and suffered a minor wound to her hand. This made the Beast God even more unrestrained. Isabelle was struggling to cope when the Beast God seized the opportunity, his massive axe about to cleave into her head.
Olivier could not wait any longer. If Isabelle were seriously injured, dealing with two High Gods would not be easy even for him.
At that moment, the Beast God was on the verge of victory—and it was also the perfect time for an ambush.
Divine-level battles were incredibly fast. In a battle between High Gods, opportunities flashed by in an instant, and victory or defeat could be decided in a single moment.
Only moments had passed since Olivier ambushed the two Mid Gods. Spotting this excellent opportunity, he acted decisively. The Mystic Ice Sword stabbed toward the Beast God, aiming to kill him in one strike.
The Mystic Ice Sword was like a speck of starlight in the darkness—subtle, yet conspicuous.
The instant Olivier moved, the Beast God finally sensed something. He forcibly withdrew the killing strike aimed at Isabelle, trying to block Olivier's fatal sword.
But how could Olivier's ambush be so easily stopped? The great axe blocked the Mystic Ice Sword's frontal force, but the Mystic Ice Sword still took the Beast God's left hand.
An entire arm.
At that moment, the Wolf God suddenly launched a surprise attack at Olivier. Caught off guard, Olivier barely raised the Mystic Ice Sword to defend himself. Like a mantis stalking a cicada while the oriole waited behind, the Wolf God smashed his fist into the sword, sending Olivier flying hundreds of meters and leaving him slightly injured.
However, the battle between the High Gods also came to a halt.
The Wolf God's ambush had been extremely sudden, as though it had been planned all along. Olivier looked at the Wolf God and thought:
The Beast God and the Wolf God had been besieging Isabelle, with the Wolf God serving as support, so he had it relatively easy. He must have noticed long ago that I was going to ambush them, which was why he could ambush me instead. Yet he did not tell the Beast God. That showed they were not of one mind. The Wolf God was being forced into this; deep down, he probably wanted the Beast God dead too. He was merely obeying the Beast God on the surface.
The four divine-level experts had originally been evenly matched, and none of them accepted the others. Now that the Beast God had suddenly broken through and wanted everyone else to submit to him, no one would feel good about it.
"Who are you? Why are you interfering in the affairs between the Orc Race and the Moon Elf Race?"
The Beast God was furious. Although losing an arm was nothing much to a divine-level expert and it could regrow soon enough, he had still been injured.
He could sense that his opponent was clearly a Low God, yet he had suddenly unleashed power stronger than even the Beast God's full-force strike. He had no choice but to take Olivier seriously.
"Olivier. A divine-level expert who came with Catherine," Isabelle said, extremely surprised. Of course she knew of Olivier.
Four divine-level experts had arrived back then—three Mid Gods and one Low God. She had not paid much attention to Olivier, as he was only a Low God. A Low God would not be of much help in the war between the Moon Elf Race and the Orc Race. She had intended to recruit the other two Mid Gods, but they had left.
She had never expected Olivier to be so powerful. Had she known, she would have worshipped him long ago.
"Hehe, who I am is not important. I simply cannot stand an ugly fellow like you trying to marry the beautiful Moon Elf King. A toad dreaming of swan meat," Olivier said with a smile.
"A Low God capable of displaying strength comparable to mine... boy, you must be relying on some treasure, aren't you?" the Beast God said.
A Low God could not possibly possess the strength of a High God. The Beast God believed Olivier must possess some treasure, and such treasures surely had limitations. For example, Sovereign's Might could allow a Low God to rival a High God.
Therefore, the Beast God did not believe that Olivier truly possessed the strength of a High God.
"Whether I'm relying on a treasure or not, why should I tell you?" Olivier said.
But in the Beast God's eyes, Olivier was obviously feeling guilty.
With their ingrained assumptions and subjective judgments, the Beast God, the Wolf God, and even Isabelle all felt that Olivier might truly be relying on some treasure to possess the power of a High God.
The High Gods temporarily called a truce. The Beast God needed to restore his arm, while Olivier and Isabelle also needed to recover. Among the Mid Gods, it was six against six. Olivier had killed two peak Mid God experts, so their strength was currently evenly matched. But among the Low Gods, the Beast God's side had ten while the Moon Elf Race had only six. By then, Low Gods from the Moon Elf Race had already died, and the battle had become completely one-sided.
Isabelle looked at the situation on the field, her heart bleeding. Out of more than a million Moon Elves, there were only a dozen or so divine-level experts. Losing even one was agonizing.
"Beast God, you do not have much of an advantage now. If you cannot kill me, then even if you kill every Low God and Mid God of the Moon Elf Race, I can still kill every Low God and Mid God of the Orc Race. Why not call a truce and let you and me determine the winner?" Isabelle said.
"Fine. Killing them would be pointless anyway."
The Beast God also feared that Isabelle would go mad. Keeping these Low Gods and Mid Gods alive could be used to threaten her. Killing them would only leave her with nothing to hold back for.
By the time the truce was called, two Low Gods of the Moon Elf Race had already died. The remaining four were covered in wounds.
Isabelle was furious at the sight, while the Beast God was somewhat smug.
"Olivier, how long can your treasure last?" Isabelle asked through voice transmission.
"Isabelle, I'll handle the Beast God. You deal with the Wolf God." This woman clearly did not trust him, so Olivier answered directly.
The Beast God cultivated the Laws of the Earth Element. He was somewhat stronger than Isabelle and the Wolf God, but he had not yet completely fused the profound mysteries of two laws. His strength was still slightly inferior to Olivier's.
Olivier was confident that he could deal with him.
The Wolf God was really just a fence-sitter who would side with whichever party was stronger. Therefore, as long as Olivier could defeat the Beast God, the Wolf God would not be a problem.
The Wolf God and Isabelle were equally strong, so she would not be in danger either.
"Beast God, I originally had no intention of interfering in your affairs, but you're too ugly and have no self-awareness. I can't help wanting to beat you up," Olivier mocked. "Being ugly isn't your fault. Coming out and frightening people is where you went wrong."
"Giggle!" Isabelle could not help laughing.
The Wolf God was also trying hard not to laugh out loud, but one look was enough to tell that he was holding it in with great difficulty.
In truth, the Wolf God also thought the Beast God was truly ugly.
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