TheDemon Realm’s demons are descendants of the Dark God King, and the remnants of the Demon Realm, possibly even driven by the Pontiff of Light, Mude, is a fact that would shock the world. However, for Verafia at the present, there was not much she could do, only thinking of various possibilities in her mind.
Verafia left a trace of her divine sense on Fatter and the Blood Monarch, confirming that they had indeed left, then she re-collected Anderdun’s soul. She didn’t immediately reshape a body for her, but instead found Ig, preparing to leave this World Tree space with Ophi and Fuya.
Although giving Anderdun a small loli body would have been an interesting thing for Verafia, Anderdun was, after all, an immortal powerhouse. Reshaping a perfect physical body for such an existence, even for Verafia, who was now the Life Goddess, required consuming her life origin, and it was by no means an easy task.
Moreover, although Verafia appeared completely unharmed on the surface, when planting the World Tree in the Silver Moon Divine Domain, it had almost absorbed more than half of her origin laws.
Now, as a deity, she could be called weak, with no energy to further deplete her life origin.
“Hmm… Anyway, Anderdun has already been assimilated by Little Fei’s ice origin, so leaving her like this for a while longer shouldn’t be a problem.”
Miss Goddess thought relaxedly, taking a light step with her feet, rich life divine radiance filling the gaps in space. She left the World Gate and returned to the space of the real world.
Outside the World Tree was filled with traces of war. Long ago, Sylvia had led them to forcefully break through the blockade of the Dark Elves, and then the allied forces brought by Ravnos and Mude erupted in fierce fighting around the World Tree once more.
Although the battle lasted no more than two days, the fighting was brutal. Even the Sacred Domain fell during the war, with corpses covering the area around the World Tree. The strong demonic power fluctuations from the wreckage even distorted space.
“That’s… Goddess!”
A warrior elf saw the girl emerging from the World Tree and exclaimed in surprise. He didn’t recognize Verafia, but how could he not sense the incomparably pure, long-lost will of life emanating from the young girl?
The elf warriors brought by Ravnos were all elites. They could feel that in the previous instant, dark moonlight had poured down, shrouding the world in night, but in an instant, a giant tree of life broke through the dawn, its towering branches and leaves shattering the image of the dark moonlight.
The elf warrior’s voice caused many elves to turn their gazes in surprise. Verafia could feel the fervent and sincere gazes, as delighted as new shoots in a spring rain.
However, such emotions made the young girl a little uncomfortable, a hint of nervousness arising in her heart. She gently tugged at Ig’s hand, imitating Silosellyse, and her face, still somewhat tender, showed a gentle smile.
Verafia had said she would bear the responsibility of being the Elf Goddess, but whether it was when she was the Flame Goddess or now, she had no experience as a goddess of faith for a race.
Moreover, she herself had not done much for the elves. Simply because she was the Life Goddess, she was inexplicably receiving their admiration and faith, which instead made Verafia…
With a slight thought, Verafia waved her jade hand, and emerald divine power transformed into life’s fluorescent light, lingering in the sky above the World Tree, and immediately, the Goddess bestowed the light rain of life.
Verafia’s current divine power was not enough to support large-scale blessings. For these elf warriors, who were at least of the crystal rank, the falling light rain only healed their injuries and slightly enhanced their spiritual power.
But even so, amidst the light rain of life, cries of surprise could still be heard, and their gazes towards Verafia were filled with even greater reverence.
“Perhaps they know that the elves now have their Goddess again,” Ig said softly, holding the girl’s tender hand and smiling in her ear.
Verafia nodded, then shook her head. “But I, this young lady, am not good at this role…”
“Veer will definitely be a beloved Goddess Princess by everyone,” Ig said.
“Hmph. You wicked Ig, don’t make fun of me.”
Glaring at the guy angrily, Verafia’s divine sense swept over a corner of the battlefield again, discovering that most of the remaining lives on the battlefield were elves.
She thought for a moment and then understood. When the two legendary figures of the Dark Elves escaped the World Tree, they also led their armies to break through. As for the dwarf warriors, most of them left with King Mude, leaving only a portion to collect the remains of their comrades. The rest were captured Dark Elves.
Verafia thought about it, moved her slender fingers slightly, and gently spread the rain and dew given to the dwarves and elves, also giving it to the captured Dark Elves.
An elf of the Sacred Domain came before her face in the pouring light rain. His expression was full of excitement, but it was replaced by nervousness at meeting the Goddess.
Coming before the girl, the elf Saint bowed his head, afraid of offending the Goddess: “Goddess Princess, thank you for bestowing the blessing of life.”
“No need to mind, my warriors. Darkness recedes under your blades; this is merely a small token of gratitude. The warriors under the World Tree will also find the other shore of life.”
Verafia tried hard to find words befitting a Goddess’s demeanor and replied with a smile. However, Ophi, holding Fuya behind her, covered her mouth and stifled a laugh, causing Verafia to glare at her in shame and anger.
The elf Saint was pleasantly surprised but didn’t know how to respond to the Goddess’s words.
“Lord Elas, allow me to serve the Goddess.”
Just as the girl was thinking about whether she should say a couple more words and then directly manipulate space to slip away, a pleasant female voice was heard. Verafia looked up and saw Ravnos approaching, finally feeling a sense of relief.
Verafia was not accustomed to pretending to be a Goddess like this. As for Ravnos, although she hadn’t seen her for a hundred years compared to Seralis, she was still her friend from the past, and in front of her, at least the pressure wouldn’t be so great.
The elf Saint bowed to Ravnos and retreated. The elf girl also nodded slightly, taking a wisp of life’s light rain with her fair, slender fingers. A hint of emotion appeared in her beautiful emerald eyes, and then she smiled and walked towards Verafia.
“Goddess Princess.”
“Ravnos, you’re finally here.”
Verafia stuck out her little tongue. In front of acquaintances, she naturally didn’t have to force herself to act like a Goddess.
“I apologize for keeping you waiting. By the way, little Azerlia has been settled, so you don’t need to worry.”
The elf girl showed a slight smile: “The World Tree is at the junction of the Emerald Forest and the Sacred Spirit Mountain Range. Since the war, most of the nearby towns have been abandoned. However, there is still one intact Sacred Tree Church. Goddess Princess, allow me to lead the way for you.”
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Why does it feel like the ending is getting longer and longer… (This part should be skipped.)
