Chen Ji stopped asking, glanced at the elves, and said with a smile: "Okay, now is the time for the celebration."

Astana's voice was soft, she smiled and turned her head to look at the Lord she believed in.

He suspected that it was the original one, or it might be the God of Death who still existed.

"I heard Xia Lu say it." Astana said sheepishly: "The goddess once sent down an oracle, saying that I am the last hope of this continent. If I survive, there is still a glimmer of hope. If I die,

This continent will be completely occupied by the evil god and reduced to a dark and disordered area until the next time it wakes up."

Chen Ji said quickly, Meredith on the side was a little disappointed.

"God, what do you want us to do?" Astana asked proactively, "Or, what do you want to ask us?"

Astana whispered: "But I don't believe it. Maybe Xialu just... regards me as a goddess. When the goddess returned to the original state, he almost... lost hope of living."

Judging from the various colors of armor worn by the knights and their races, these teams come from various human empires and various races in the Divine Grace Continent.

"God~"

Chen Ji was pulled away by her, followed by seven elves.

Seven beautiful elves also followed. They had understood Astana's words and lowered their heads shyly.

It's just that this is tantamount to abandoning faith and can only leave the church and believe in other gods.

"Change clothes?"

"And don't forget our former hometown."

Being condescending would not bring him much sense of accomplishment. If it could, he would rather have a heart-opening communication with Astana and the elves.

It is said that many women whose beauty alarmed several gods were fought over by the gods, and this led to divine wars.

"It's nothing."

"Where to go?"

Parame, who came from the Forest of Elves and had a gentle personality, noticed this scene. Astana was sitting next to the god. She was not embarrassed and sat down naturally next to him.

People chanted words of praise to God in low voices.

How powerful the ancient emperors were, how capricious the gods chose their attendants.

Meredith shyly picked up the fruit on the table that had just been offered to God's Grace Continent, mustered up the courage to kneel at his feet, and said softly and affectionately: "Meredith will always be your believer.

, willing to offer everything to you.”

The tense atmosphere in the holy city dissipated. People dispersed from the square and returned to their familiar places. Some stayed in the city, and some left the city and returned to the small villages beside the farmland. Many elves went to the forest, and the goblins crawled into the forest.

Going underground, they prepared for tonight's celebration in various ways.

"Never had."

Not only knights, but also magicians with staffs, thieves wearing leather armor, rangers carrying bows and arrows, etc.

Of course, they have the right to refuse.

Chen Ji smiled but said nothing.

Astana continued to talk, and people's emotions became more and more enthusiastic.

She stammered and couldn't continue.

Astana, who had finished the celebration ceremony, turned around, held up the hem of her white goddess skirt, and quickened her pace to come to him, with a blush on her beautiful face, "God, did Astana do well?"

But the statue is a work of art and can only be admired but not used.

Chen Ji remembered something: "You said before that the evil god came because of a poem?"

Astana said with a smile: "It is said that after every first sleep, he will wake up and take a look at the world. If he sees the gods acting recklessly, he will bring disaster and make the gods lose their power."

Having the right to do whatever he wanted with them, Chen Ji understood what the identity of the Creator meant to the people of Shen'en Continent.

Among the seven beautiful elves surrounding her, Meredith was the first to blush with embarrassment, and the other elves reacted more or less.

The seven elves were very well-behaved and received everything they asked for. They were treated like emperors, which refreshed Chen Ji's understanding of the Divine Grace Continent.

He still has the indomitable will to fight. Even when facing the evil god, fear arises in his soul, but he still holds the weapon in his hand tightly.

"Who is your mother? Or your father?"

"God gave us the land to live on, gave us the warm sunshine, purified the evil everywhere, and brought us the long-lost harvest celebration."

Astana's voice was full of emotion as she read out a name that was both familiar and unfamiliar to everyone, awakening their long-standing memories and making them shed tears and sing a requiem in a low voice.

"Under the power of God's eternal blazing sun, we feel like we have returned to the good old days."

Astana smiled shyly, stood up and said, "God, please wait a moment, the elves and I will go change clothes."

"The next time you wake up?" Chen Ji asked again.

Of course, the goddess of starlight order, the goddess of harvest and joy, and the six elves who directly believe in Chen Ji and are able to get close to the Creator are the final and strongest backing.

"Loman, Eve Capet, Saint Vano, Osat, the Forest of Elves, the Royal City of Melon... our former home, where our relatives are buried, their bodies after death are controlled by the mother nest, and the story is going on at the moment.

Walking aimlessly among the ruins.”

Pamela was thoughtful.

The divine saint with long platinum hair shook her head obediently beside Chen Ji, and added a little embarrassedly: "God, in our place, divine descendants can also fall directly from the Kingdom of God to the mainland.

The power of the gods is directly born...but there are very few such descendants of gods. Most of the descendants of gods are brought back by the servants of gods after they go to the Kingdom of God."

"This is an ancient legend."

Astana couldn't answer because the goddess had died.

Chen Ji understood.

"……god."

Realizing God's love for her, Astana's eyes softened, with a hint of shame.

After Astana and the others transformed into the statues, they not only attracted Chen Ji's admiration, but also had many uses.

Astana, who had just shown the majesty of the goddess in front of the believers and accepted the worship and admiration of the believers, knelt down on one knee and meekly lowered her body and looked up at him.

When he was at the foot of the mountain, he didn't say much, not because he wanted to maintain God's majesty, but because he was afraid that what he said as the Creator would have unpredictable consequences.

Chen Ji gradually understood that Astana was mobilizing before the war. She reminded them during the celebration not to indulge in the joy of the moment, but to always remember that the continent is still occupied by evil gods, and to hold on to their weapons and attack bravely.

Don't be immersed in temporary tranquility.

They have survived until now.

But the concubines of gods are usually gods, while the attendants of gods are just ordinary believers.

Chen Ji was also waiting, looking at these warriors who had gone through hundreds of battles and survived from the beginning of the evil god's arrival to this day.

The seven elves are only nominal commanders, and the real ones responsible for commanding are the various empires and churches. Astana can only fully control the tens of thousands of temple knights.

"……You did very well!"

It's not just a rescue, it's a condescending look down from above.

"I have no idea."

They stood there quietly, raising their heads slightly to look at the Tower of the Sun. An atmosphere of solemnity and tension filled the air, completely different from the previous atmosphere of joy.

In layman's terms, she is the emperor's concubine.

When they came out, they had all put on clothes similar to those in the sculpture.

"God, no one can disturb you here. This is Astana's divine domain and our paradise. You, you can... do whatever you want."

"god……"

"God, the same goes for Alice~~"

"Hehe, so are we!"

Astana sat next to Chen Ji, smiling as she watched the beautiful elves passionately and boldly dedicate their faith.

God must like this kind of celebration, right?
Chapter completed!