363: The gods complained

Avila's divine power suddenly halted, her figure suspended at the edge of the spatial rift frozen like a statue.

Her divine sense swept across the ten-thousand-mile radius of Wormrock City like a fine spiderweb.

There was no heartbeat, no breath, and even the death energy that should have been present in a corpse was so faint it was nearly invisible.

The entire city seemed to have been carved out of the plane, leaving behind only an empty coordinate.

"Where are the people?"

Divine flames crackled in her palm, causing the spatial rift to hiss and emit white smoke.

The images of the Blood Elves slaughtering their own kind that had been in her mind a moment ago now lacked a foundation, causing her godhood to ache faintly.

At this moment, Mier's divine intent squeezed in: "Your Majesty, there has been no movement in Wormrock City for a long time."

"No movement? Sabrina's kin cannot just disappear into thin air, can they?"

Mier's treetop shook even more violently: "Your Majesty, Mier does not know either. Mier was only awakened by the Elf King because of the Blood Elf incident."

Avila clenched her fists.

The anger she had been accumulating for ten thousand years was burning brightly, but to have the rug pulled out from under her suddenly was even more suffocating than being pinned to the ground and drained of blood by Sabrina all those years ago.

She stared at the empty outline of the forest below, the golden light in her divine eyes dimming bit by bit.

"Should I go find Sabrina herself?"

This thought was nipped in the bud the moment it emerged.

The Chaos Lands were a place where filth capable of corroding divine cores wandered; if a deity from the Nature Pantheon entered, it would lose a layer of skin within three hours.

Not to mention that Sabrina had been operating there for countless eons; if a real fight broke out...

"Damn it."

Avila cast aside the goddess's reserve and kicked the spatial rift, sending emerald divine flames leaping up half a foot. The rift shook with a hum, as if mocking the Elf Goddess's disheveled state.

"How about I take it out on the remaining Blood Elves first?"

No sooner had the thought landed than a familiar stinging pain flared at her neck—the spot pierced by fangs all those years ago, as if Sabrina's playful panting was traveling through her memory again.

"Darling, touching my things comes with a price, you know~" Sabrina's whisper was like a viper's tongue, crawling up into her Sea of Consciousness.

Avila shivered, her divine power nearly spiraling out of control.

No.

The Blood Elves were Sabrina's work; touching them was equivalent to handing over a declaration of war. Given the nature of the mother of flesh and blood, there was no guarantee she would not charge out of the Chaos Lands, and who knew if she would entangle her again, spouting crazy, unrestrained nonsense.

The memory of that woman laughing while gnawing on her when she was pinned to the altar last time had been etched in Avila's mind for ten thousand years.

"Can't fight, and can't find..."

The Elf Goddess grabbed her hair, and the space of her Divine Kingdom swayed under her fluctuating divine power. Holy spring water droplets pattered down, hitting Mier's leaves and splashing up a string of aggrieved droplets.

Mier cautiously sent a divine thought: "Your Majesty... perhaps, go find Astrea?"

Avila paused.

Astrea.

The God of Light, the current helmsman of the Nature Pantheon, and also the "good girlfriend" she had been fighting with ever since her godhood had condensed.

This woman relied on having a more stable godhood and always loved to put on airs as a senior to squeeze her, but whenever she was bullied by Sabrina, it was also this woman who was the first to rush up and roll up her sleeves to fight.

"Go find her?"

Avila curled her lips, the stifled frustration in her heart suddenly finding a vent.

She would go find Astrea to file a complaint and let her figure out a way. After all, this woman was best at handling such messy, bridge-burning matters.

"Let's go."

She said no more, turned, and walked toward the depths of her Divine Kingdom. The emerald divine flames retracted with a swish, and the spatial rift slowly closed behind her, leaving Mier in place to let out a sigh of relief, shaking a tree full of cold sweat.

The holy light in the Angel Sanctuary was as thick as inseparable cream, and the crystal chains hanging from the dome jingled, with every light feather that fell creating ripples.

Astrea was sitting on a white jade throne, flipping through the gilded pages of the Holy Bible of Light. She was wearing silver-white battle armor, and her golden hair radiated a soft halo in the holy light.

"Clatter~"

The sanctuary doors were pushed open, and emerald divine power, carrying a few wisps of grass and wood fragrance, rushed in, nearly overturning the holy dining table in front of it.

Avila rushed in, stepping on light feathers, with grass leaves stuck to the hem of her divine robe and her hair still messy. Seeing Astrea, she slapped the divine thought fragments in her hand onto the table.

"Your Majesty, God of Light, that lunatic Sabrina is out causing trouble again."

Astrea closed the book, raised her eyes to scan Avila, and a hint of a mocking smile curled at the corners of her mouth.

"Yo, isn't this our unchanging 'Eternal Spring'? What, were you pinned to the ground and rubbed by Sabrina again?"

"Shut up!"

Avila's expression was solemn as she slowly picked up a holy light apple from the table and threw it hard at the God of Light. "I am talking to you about serious business. The Blood Elves she created have caused the lower-realm elves to degenerate into monsters, and now both the Subordinate God and the kin have fled..."

Astrea reached out and caught the apple, flicking the peel with its fingertips. Holy light washed over it, and the apple automatically split into two halves. She handed over half, her tone slow and leisurely: "It is good that they ran, so you do not have to dirty your godhood by doing it yourself."

"You!"

Avila was choked with anger, snatched the apple, and stuffed it into her mouth, biting down with a crisp crunch. "These are my kin, and she is using them as flesh-and-blood toys. Can you not act a little more like a helmsman?"

"How am I not acting like one?" Astrea raised an eyebrow, tapped her fingertips on the divine thought fragments, and the image of the Blood Elves instantly spread out in the center of the sanctuary.

She looked at the pale figures biting their own kind in the image, her brows furrowed tightly. "Heh, Sabrina's courage is getting bigger and bigger, daring to do these things in the territory of the Nature Pantheon."

"It is good that you know." Seeing the God of Light take it seriously, the anger in Avila's heart dissipated a little. She sat on the chair beside her and muttered: "I want to go to the Chaos Lands to find her, but I am afraid my divine core will be contaminated... I want to clean up these Blood Elves, but I am afraid of alerting the enemy."

Astrea tapped her fingertips on the armrest, holy light swirling in her eyes: "You cannot go to the Chaos Lands; that is the old nest of the ancient god system."

"Then what should I do?" Avila pressed, the apple in her mouth suddenly losing its flavor. "Just watch her turn my kin into monsters bit by bit?"

"What is the rush." Astrea stood up, her silver-white battle armor shining dazzlingly in the holy light. "Since she dared to let the Blood Elves out, she must have left a backup plan. We will not move, just wait."

She walked in front of Avila and reached out to tidy her messy hair. The action could not be called gentle, but it carried a familiar intimacy.

"She sucked half a liter of your divine blood back then, and in the end, didn't you break three of her divine bones? If a real fight breaks out, who is afraid of whom."

Avila's earlobes turned red quietly, and she slapped away the hand of the God of Light: "That was because she was careless."

"Yes, yes, yes, you are amazing!!!" Astrea agreed with a smile, then changed the subject. "But seriously, the Blood Elves Sabrina created this time are really a bit strange."