Turning the Tide

Plans often fail to keep pace with changes.

The Beast God's strength already surpassed Isabelle's, so taking her down was merely a matter of time. The Wolf God was originally there to assist, launching sneak attacks from the sidelines while keeping an eye on the surroundings, as the Wind God—the last of the four High Gods—had yet to appear.

Therefore, when Olivier ambushed the two Mid-level Gods, the Wolf God noticed immediately, yet he chose not to inform the Beast God, who was fully occupied with Isabelle.

Though the Beast God was stronger than Isabelle after his breakthrough, a one-on-one victory was not easily achieved. However, Isabelle had to constantly guard against the Wolf God's intermittent sneak attacks, leaving her restricted and unable to mount a proper counterattack.

Isabelle was struck by the Wolf God once, leaving her wounded and bleeding. This emboldened the Beast God, and as Isabelle struggled to keep up, he seized the opportunity, swinging his massive axe toward her head.

In this situation, Olivier could wait no longer. If Isabelle were severely wounded, his own chances of dealing with two High Gods would be slim.

At this moment, just as the Beast God was on the verge of victory, it was also the perfect window for a sneak attack.

Battles between God-level experts are incredibly fast; in a fight between High Gods, opportunities vanish in a heartbeat, and victory or defeat is decided in an instant.

It had been only a fleeting moment since Olivier ambushed the two Mid-level Gods. Spotting this perfect opening, he struck decisively, thrusting his Mystic Ice Sword toward the Beast God in a bid for a one-hit kill.

The Mystic Ice Sword was like a speck of starlight in the darkness—subtle, yet glaringly obvious.

The moment Olivier struck, the Beast God finally sensed the danger. He forcibly retracted his killing blow aimed at Isabelle, attempting to block Olivier's lethal strike.

But Olivier's ambush was not so easily parried. While the massive axe blocked the direct force of the Mystic Ice Sword, the blade still claimed the Beast God's left arm.

An entire arm.

At that moment, the Wolf God suddenly launched a surprise attack on Olivier. Caught off guard, Olivier found himself the victim of a "mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind." The Wolf God slammed a fist into Olivier's barely raised Mystic Ice Sword, sending Olivier flying hundreds of meters and leaving him slightly injured.

However, the battle between the High Gods came to a halt.

The Wolf God's ambush was extremely sudden, as if it had been premeditated. Olivier looked at the Wolf God, thinking to himself:

The Beast God and the Wolf God were besieging Isabelle, with the Wolf God acting as support. It was relatively easy for him, so he must have noticed my intent to ambush long ago, which is why he was able to strike me. But he didn't tell the Beast God, which shows they aren't of one mind. The Wolf God is being coerced; deep down, he probably wishes for the Beast God to die, even if he obeys him on the surface.

The four God-level powerhouses were originally on equal footing, none willing to submit to the others. Now that the Beast God had suddenly broken through and demanded their submission, it was natural that the others were unhappy.

"Who are you, and why are you interfering in the affairs of the Moon Elf Race and the Orc Race?"

The Beast God was furious. Losing an arm was not a major issue for a God-level expert—it could be regrown immediately—but he was still wounded.

He sensed that the opponent was clearly a Low-level God, yet he had suddenly erupted with the power of a High God, a force even stronger than his own full-strength strike. He could not afford to be careless.

"Olivier, the God-level expert who came with Catherine." Isabelle was astonished. Of course, she knew of Olivier.

Four God-level experts had arrived at the time: three Mid-level Gods and one Low-level God. She hadn't paid much attention to Olivier, the Low-level God, as he would be of little help in the war between the Moon Elves and the Orcs. She had intended to win over the other two Mid-level Gods, but they had left.

She never expected Olivier's strength to be so formidable. Had she known, she would have treated him like royalty long ago.

"Heh, who I am doesn't matter. I just can't stand an ugly creature like you wanting to marry the beautiful Moon Elf Queen. A toad lusting after swan meat," Olivier laughed.

"A Low-level God capable of exerting strength comparable to mine? Boy, you must be relying on some treasure," the Beast God said.

It was impossible for a Low-level God to possess the strength of a High God. The Beast God assumed Olivier must be using some artifact, and such items surely had limitations—much like Sovereign Power, which could allow a Low-level God to rival a High God.

Therefore, the Beast God did not believe Olivier truly possessed the strength of a High God.

"Whether I am relying on a treasure or not, why would I tell you?" Olivier replied.

But to the Beast God, this was clearly a sign of Olivier's guilty conscience.

Between ingrained biases and subjective judgment, the Beast God, the Wolf God, and even Isabelle all concluded that Olivier was likely relying on some treasure to achieve High God-level strength.

The High God-level battle was temporarily suspended; the Beast God needed to regenerate his arm, and Olivier and Isabelle needed to recover. At the Mid-level God tier, it was six against six, and since Olivier had killed two peak Mid-level experts, the strength was currently balanced. However, at the Low-level God tier, the Beast God's side had ten, while the Moon Elves had only six. At this point, some of the Moon Elf Low-level Gods had already fallen, and the battle was completely one-sided.

Isabelle looked at the situation on the field, her heart bleeding. It took millions of Moon Elves to produce a dozen or so God-level experts; losing even one was agonizing.

"Beast God, you don't have much of an advantage now. If you can't kill me, even if you slaughter all the Low-level and Mid-level Moon Elves, I can do the same to your Orcs. How about we call a truce and settle this between us?" Isabelle proposed.

"Fine. Killing them is useless anyway."

The Beast God also feared that Isabelle might go mad. Keeping these Low-level and Mid-level Gods alive served as a threat to her; killing them would only make her reckless.

By the time the fighting stopped, two of the Moon Elf Low-level Gods were dead, and the remaining four were covered in wounds.

Isabelle was furious at this sight, while the Beast God felt a sense of triumph.

"Olivier, how long can your treasure last?" Isabelle asked via telepathic transmission.

"Isabelle, I'll handle the Beast God; you take the Wolf God." This woman clearly didn't trust him, so Olivier spoke directly.

The Beast God cultivated the Laws of Earth and was stronger than Isabelle and the Wolf God, but he had not yet fully fused two profound mysteries, making his strength slightly inferior to Olivier's.

Olivier was confident he could handle him.

The Wolf God was essentially a fence-sitter who would sway with the wind; as long as Olivier could take down the Beast God, the Wolf God would be a non-issue.

The Wolf God and Isabelle were evenly matched, so she would not be in danger.

"Beast God, I didn't want to meddle in your affairs, but you're so ugly and lack any self-awareness that I can't help but want to beat you up," Olivier mocked. "Being born ugly isn't your fault, but coming out to scare people—that's your mistake."

"Pfft!" Isabelle couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The Wolf God also tried hard to hold back his laughter, but it was obvious he was struggling immensely.

In truth, the Wolf God also thought the Beast God was truly hideous.