I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

Chapter 427 Returning Home in Another Identity (Part 1)

As if noticing Ariella's worry, Philohil once again placed his hand on her head and gently stroked it twice.

“Don’t worry, in addition to the Elf God, there is also Lord Ivan in the Elf Courtyard now.

I believe that as long as he is there, many things will be different from before.

Besides, we returned with a different identity.”

After hearing His Highness Corellon's oracle last night, all the moon elves in the base were extremely shocked and excited.

Although the previous subsidence had caused them to endure extremely terrible suffering, the Elf Courtyard was their home after all, and it was where the Moon Elves had lived for thousands of years.

Now, His Majesty the Lord actually apologized to them and invited all the moon elves to go back and build their home together with the gods.

This really made them very excited.

However, the dozen or so moon elves who lived in the druid settlement and all changed their jobs to become druids actually had the same thoughts as Ariella.

They have no trust in the elven gods.

But Philohill thought about more.

Firstly, the area that the Northern District Church is responsible for actually covers the entire gray haze forest north of the Miral River.

Previously, due to the Moon Elves, the area eastward from the Elf Courtyard was a place that Druids were not allowed to set foot in.

Secondly, although Rillifane slipped away after dropping the huge black dragon head, he also brought an important message to Bol and the others:

Alvin and the Elf God are together, and it seems that he is planning to let these gods who have come to the world live together with his own clans.

Philothir did not trust the elven gods, but she believed in Aven.

It was because of his trust in Alvin that this former enchanting shop owner followed him all the way to the druid settlement.

Thinking of the decision he discussed with Bol last night, a different light flashed in Philohill's eyes.

Now, let her use her new identity to help Lord Alvin.

……

"System? Do you know what you are talking about?"

Solonor slammed his palm heavily on the stone table and stared at Ivan angrily.

“You actually want us, the elf gods, to create a system that restricts ourselves?

Besides, what does your system have to do with establishing the elves' kingdom on earth?"

Ivan looked at Corellon who was dozing with his chin resting on his hand beside him without saying a word.

The right side of his body was still empty, but if you looked closely, you could see signs of recovery.

At this time, Corellon obviously heard Solonor's question.

He raised his eyebrows, secretly opened one eye a crack, and glanced at Ivan's reaction. This action made Ivan want to roll his eyes.

This man - this god is really good at passing the buck!

He didn't even bother to warn his men in advance, and had to face the wrath of a war god.

This guy is impossible to get along with, absolutely impossible to get along with.

But after all, the other party is Xiling's grandfather.

Since I can't deal with my mother-in-law, then I can take a shortcut and deal with her father. Can I also get him to give me and Xiling a green light?

Ivan, who was full of thoughts, patiently explained to Solonor:

"The most important thing for us now is indeed to establish the Kingdom of God on earth...

But how much divine power do you have left?

Can you beat that psychopath with flapping wings?"

Angelis, who was "flapping her wings" at the side, immediately became unhappy.

"Mental illness? Who are you calling mentally ill?

I was planning to invite you to participate in the first hot spring beauty pageant I held in the main plane..."

Ivan ignored the goddess who was possessed by a certain personality. He waved at Angelis, signaling her to be quiet for a while.

“You can’t do it, right? Let me tell you, there are many beings in the main plane that are more powerful than this thing.

Do you think that if they learn that a group of gods who have lost their power are hiding here, will they have some thoughts of killing them?"

Solonor's face suddenly turned pale.

It is true that he is stubborn, but being stubborn does not mean he is stupid. He can clearly distinguish the interests involved.

"But even though we are very weak now, as we absorb the power of faith, we will return to our previous peak state."

The hunting god struggled without giving up.

“Yes, you are quite right.

But I asked Labelas yesterday, and he said that if you want to recover to the level of weaker divine power, it will take at least a thousand years;

Even if it was just to recover to the strength equivalent to the legendary level, it would take two to three hundred years...

Do you expect those legendary guys with ulterior motives to wait for you peacefully for two or three hundred years, and then have a fair one-on-one duel with you?"

The tall elf god slumped down on the stone bench. He himself knew that this struggle was meaningless.

But asking him to accept Ivan's proposal would be as painful as putting a noose around his own neck.

Seeing that no one continued to interrupt, Alvin cleared his throat and began to retell his thoughts.

“To regain the trust of the family is to regain their faith.

Corellon has found a reason for the decline of the Elven Courtyard, which is racial justice.

Although in my opinion this reason is bullshit, I am afraid that the elves can really accept it in the crisis-ridden main material world.

Therefore, if you want to coexist with your own clan in the same plane, you have to show equality in front of your believers.

This will make the elves feel that gods can also communicate and can be tolerated - of course, the benefits are more than that.

Only in this way can you use your actions to gain the forgiveness of your family;

Maybe their shared faith will grow even stronger.”

Ivan glanced at Corellon again. The old guy was still squinting his eyes and looking at him peekly, which made Ivan want to grit his teeth.

“Besides, instead of letting your clans make these demands on you, it would be better for the Elf God himself to speak first and issue a series of rules to constrain the gods.

Doesn’t this also show the generosity and repentance that a god should have…”

Seeing that the elven gods around the round table had fallen into collective silence, Corellon finally stopped pretending to sleep.

He opened his eyes and slowly placed his hands on the stone table. The aura from the elven gods suddenly enveloped the entire hall.

“I was originally planning to just execute this…what’s the word?

Oh, the bills! This set of bills.

It was Alvin who asked me to start from the inside and get used to this management style where opinions can be communicated and everyone can speak freely.

Well, if everyone has no objection, how about we enact the "Spiritual Symbiosis Act" according to Ivan's proposal?"

For a moment, all the elves and gods sitting at the stone table and standing in the hall nodded silently.

Except for a few stubborn elven gods like Solonor, most of them are not so resistant to this practice.

After all, he had already arrived at the main plane, and living with his believers was inevitable.

Since it is unavoidable, there is nothing wrong in allowing the gods to impose some restraints.

Solonor also sat back and began to think about how this bill should be formulated.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly rang out.

“I can understand that we should design a set of laws to constrain ourselves;

But why, in filling this set of laws, do we need to involve the mortal elves as well?"