Chapter 207 "The Real Sun"

A murmur sounded around the elves. They couldn't quite hear what the murmur said, but the word "sun" came into their minds.

Obviously, the essence of this "little sun" is no different from the sun.

The elves then felt a great resistance in the whispers of the God of Nature, and their God wanted to extinguish the sun. However, the power of the God wanted to interfere with this world and needed a medium.

"Let me do it."

The elves' commander knelt on one knee and began to pray.

The whisper seemed to be a little hesitant, and He did not seem to want to respond to the elf's prayer. But the elf's prayer was very firm. After a sigh, the God of Nature responded to his prayer.

The elf then stood up, green light flashing in his pupils, and then he walked out of the forest and strolled towards the Skitarii camp in the distance.

The elves prayed behind him but did not follow.

For forces above the legendary level, numbers have no meaning, and they can only stand back and pray silently for their commanders.

The Skitarii in the distance also noticed the approaching force, and they reacted quickly, aiming their weapons at the elf, ready to attack. But something reacted faster than them.

That is the "sun" floating above their heads.

The "sun" that had been silently absorbing the light from the sacrifice began to move, and a corona was thrown out of its body and hit the elf walking in the distance.

"Pitiful."

Two words popped out of the elf's mouth, then he stretched out his hand and caught the corona.

"Send all the offerings into the sunlight, quickly!"

The high priest spoke, with a hint of panic in his voice. As the person closest to the gods in the crusade, he had already sensed the true nature of the elf who was walking towards him.

However, dark clouds gathered above their heads at some point, and only a few rays of sunlight could penetrate through the clouds and fall on the sacrificial site, forming spots of light.

The sacrifice must be completed immediately. Only by making the "sun" take shape can they fight against the spirit in front of them. Or, in other words, the incarnation of the god.

The priests hurriedly passed through the chains. The divine spells they cast certainly could not stop them, but a burst of crossbow arrows fell from the sky, covering the entire sacrificial site.

These crossbow arrows certainly could not cause any real damage to these clergymen. Various divine shields lit up, and the shields of the holy knights immediately blocked their heads. These crossbow arrows could only make them stop slightly.

The Principality troops had no intention of causing real casualties to the Guardians in front of them by projectiles like this. They just hoped that this would disrupt the priests' magic.

This goal also failed.

The chains made of divine magic still exist around the sacrificial site.

The priests no longer need to maintain these magics themselves. Now the source of power for these magics is the slowly rising "sun".

But these crossbow arrows can still hurt something.

Those are the sacrifices that are about to be pushed into the sunlight through the classroom door.

"No!"

The chief priest's face was distorted, the offering he was preparing to offer to the gods was disappearing, and their "sun" had not yet reached its complete state.

"No more death is needed."

The corona in the elf's hand dissipated, and then she took a step forward, and seedlings broke out of the ground in the sacrificial site.

Raindrops were falling, the dark clouds had completely blocked out the sun, and heavy rain was pouring down.

With the nourishment of rain, the seedlings grew rapidly, and the vines and branches wrapped around the priests, firmly fixing them in place. Then, the vines rushed towards the "sun" in the sky.

Flames fell from the "sun" and fell onto the vines below, but the rain that fell on the vines also contained the power of the gods. "Flames cannot ignite rain."

The elf took another step, and he had become so huge that the "sun" in front of him looked like a toy.

The vines meandered upwards and wrapped around the "sun". They grew layer upon layer on the "sun", completely wrapping the entire "sun". Not a single ray of sunlight could penetrate through them and fall on the earth.

"This is the end."

The elf stretched out his hand and was about to grasp the wrapped "sun".

"No, it won't end."

The high priest looked at the sun above his head, and a huge piece of flesh and blood fell in front of him.

That was the flesh and blood of the elf. Obviously, the power of the gods, even if it was just a projection, was far beyond the endurance of a mortal body, even though he was the favorite of the gods and had certain similar qualities to the gods themselves.

"The power of the false god cannot last long. The sun will eventually drive the darkness out of our world."

The high priest shouted loudly, and golden flames burned on his body.

“My fellow brothers and sisters, now is the time to dedicate ourselves to the Lord.”

Then, a brilliant ray of sunlight burst out from his body. The intensity of this light far exceeded those sacrifices, and it rushed directly towards the sun that was completely wrapped by vines in mid-air.

Then, the sunlight split a crack in the vines, and a ray of sunlight fell down again, shining on the crusaders.

“Lord, please accept everything about me.”

The Skitarii knelt down and began to pray.

Golden flames burned on their bodies, and then light burst out from their bodies. Rays of sunlight were like entities, rushing towards the "sun" in the sky.

Vines fell off the sun, and the sunlight shone again, with the high temperature scorching the elf's hand that was holding it.

The flesh and blood fell off the palm of the hand, and soon, under the scorching sun, only the white bones were left on the palm.

Then, Yangyang passed through the gaps between the bones and continued to rise. Finally, a second sun appeared in the sky.

The elf looked at his palms.

"I failed. I'm so sorry."

The elf's voice was full of apology, but it was unclear who the apology was directed to. Then, the elf's body returned to its original size and fell down.

"My lord, my lord, please look outside."

Countless people walked out of the building, raised their heads and looked at the sky.

Since the demise of the undead, the sky has changed again. Next to the sun, there is a new "sun".

"What did they do..."

The Pope looked at the sky above his head. Up to now, things were truly out of the control of the Church.

“It’s a symbol, a will from Him.”

The underground church held another emergency meeting, and the high priest at the head of the church changed his usual calm demeanor and revealed his inner madness.

"The true sun has appeared, and the true faith should also be revealed. We don't need to hide ourselves anymore. From today on, the True Sun Church will bury those heretics."

(End of this chapter)