495: Erlang Shen informed the enemy

“Lord Demon Eye.”

The Orc Seer knelt before the portrait, prostrating himself devoutly and saying, “Your loyal mortal, Arnodan, seeks your guidance.”

“We encountered strong resistance in the Elf World.”

“Please, who is this divine being?”

The portrait, of course, did not speak.

But from its black-purple vertical pupil, an image was projected.

In the image, a king in exquisite robes slowly ascended a floating staircase, taking his place on a throne in the sky.

“It’s a human…”

Upon seeing the image, the Orc Seer Arnodan immediately identified the race of the opponent.

Humans and Elves were very similar, but there were still many differences.

Elves had clear eyes, while humans had deep eyes.

Their Souls were completely different.

However, he was not surprised that the 'strong one' was human; in fact, he felt it was only natural.

After all, the Lord Demon Eye before him also appeared as a human male.

The scene projected by Lord Demon Eye was not a static picture, but a dynamic image.

Arnodan soon saw the figure of Nature Goddess Shalaman.

After that, various True Gods appeared, and other gods vanished into the Void Realm.

Beneath the clouds, bathed in a myriad of radiant light, stood countless human emperors.

Clearly, this was a divine war.

That human strong one led the gods in opposing Lord Demon Eye.

As the divine war concluded, the Orc Seer Arnodan began to panic a little.

The omnipotent Lord Demon Eye had actually been defeated in this battle?

Did this not mean that the human on the throne had surpassed the strength of a god?

“This cannot be a Professional.”

“He is a True God!”

Arnodan shivered.

No wonder when he observed the battlefield with his crystal ball, he felt a prickling sensation on his back.

It turned out he was being suppressed by a higher-dimensional existence!

In the Myriad Realms, there were countless gods, and gods also had ranks.

Lord Demon Eye’s strength was above that of Shalaman and other True Gods.

But looking at the human in this projection, his strength was even higher than Lord Demon Eye’s?

Who exactly was this divine being?

Did the Orcs still have a chance of victory against him?

Thinking of this, Arnodan raised his hands and asked the portrait, “Lord Demon Eye, how should we defeat this enemy?”

The portrait did not answer, only changing the projected image twice.

The first image showed the Orcs slaughtering Elves in the past.

The second image showed the World Tree absorbing Elf Souls.

A hint of understanding flashed in Arnodan’s eyes.

Clearly, Lord Demon Eye was signaling him to proceed with the original plan.

Kill as many Elves as possible, and use their Souls to nourish the World Tree.

However… this original plan would be much more difficult than before, perhaps even impossible to complete.

With the protection of this human strong one, how could the Orcs kill those Elves?

Just as Arnodan was pondering, Lord Demon Eye gave another revelation.

In the projected image, a dim underground city appeared, which was the dwelling of the Dark Elves.

“I understand.”

Arnodan grinned, revealing two fangs.

The Dark Elves, as enemies of the Elves, were still Elves, after all… Supreme Imperial City, Imperial Palace.

Qin Yang caressed the smooth skin,

allowing the exhausted Snow Queen to rest on him.

At this moment, she was like a snowflake, gradually melting in the high temperature, her breathing becoming ethereal.

“Are you okay?”

“No… I’m not…”

Yekaterina murmured as if in a dream, seemingly having overdrawn all her strength.

Qin Yang smiled wryly and shook his head.

He could only say that Elves were far more sensitive than humans.

They hadn't even gotten to the main event yet, and her stamina was already depleted.

Qin Yang reluctantly pushed Yekaterina away and sat up from the dragon bed.

He wondered if he should summon Shalaman and have her 'drive' Yekaterina to practice with him for a while longer.

After all, keeping the 'bullet' constantly loaded could damage the 'gun barrel'.

Just as he was thinking, he heard a voice from outside the palace, “Little brother, are you done yet?”

Hearing this voice, Qin Yang’s eyes narrowed, and his body stiffened slightly.

This voice had appeared in his nightmares.

“It’s Erlang Shen!”

“Am I trapped in a nightmare again?”

Qin Yang thought to himself, immediately biting his tongue.

Instantly, pain and golden blood simultaneously flowed out, but the “dream” was not broken.

Erlang Shen’s voice still lingered in his ears, “If you’re done, come up to the sky for a chat.”

“This isn’t a dream.”

Qin Yang took a deep breath, suppressing the fear.

At this moment, fear was useless.

Moreover, there was no killing intent in Erlang Shen’s tone.

He immediately put on his equipment, leaving the mess behind him, and flew out of the Imperial Palace.

As soon as he left the Imperial Palace, he saw a figure floating in the sky.

Qin Yang looked around, shaking his head helplessly.

There were clearly two Imperial Guards and twelve Tiance Imperial Guards outside the Imperial Palace, yet they were completely unaware of the figure in the sky.

“As expected, my strength is suppressed.”

Qin Yang sighed inwardly, once again confirming the gap between himself and the Immortals and True Gods.

However, he still floated up and flew into the sky.

If it was a blessing, it wasn't a calamity; if it was a calamity, there was no escaping it.

Even when facing a powerful enemy, he would not hide under the altar.

In the sky, Erlang Shen stood with his hands behind his back, his white battle robe fluttering in the wind.

Seeing Qin Yang ascend, Erlang Shen smiled, “Little brother, do you still remember me?”

Qin Yang nodded slightly and asked, “May I ask why Erlang Shen has graced us with your presence?”

Yang Jian’s mouth curved into a playful smile: “You don’t seem to be afraid of me.”

Qin Yang said nothing.

To be honest, he was a little afraid; the shadow of the nightmare still lingered.

But if this True God really wanted to harm him, fear would be useless.

Moreover, Yang Jian was not holding his Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade, nor had he brought his Howling Celestial Dog.

He didn't seem to be here for a fight.

Seeing Qin Yang's silence, Yang Jian said again, “I came here for nothing else but to give you a heads-up.”

“A heads-up?” Qin Yang was slightly startled.

Yang Jian nodded and said:

“Your judgment is very accurate. Once the Jianmu fully revives, they will come to the Myriad Worlds through this bridge.”

“Your approach of preventing those beings from dying is correct.”

“However, those grey-skinned monkeys can also nourish the Jianmu.”

“Grey-skinned monkeys…” Qin Yang suddenly understood.

The grey-skinned monkeys Yang Jian spoke of must be the Dark Elves.

This race did not believe in the World Tree, nor did they care if the Elf World was ruled by the Orcs.

Therefore, when the Orcs invaded the Elf World, the Dark Elves never showed themselves, and the Orcs never bothered the Dark Elves.

This indeed made Qin Yang overlook them.

He had always thought that after Dark Elves died, their Souls would not return to the World Tree.

But Yang Jian’s words enlightened him.

The so-called World Tree was actually the Jianmu.

And these Elves were born as nourishment for the Jianmu.

Dark Elves were also Elves; after they died, they would also enter the Reincarnation of the Jianmu.

“It seems I still need to allocate some power to protect the Dark Elves.”

Qin Yang thought to himself.

Besides that, he also had a question he wanted to understand.

After taking a deep breath, he asked Yang Jian, “Why are you helping me?”