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

Chapter 388 The Human with a Smirk

Ivan very tactfully stepped aside and began to discuss with Labelas how to add a few mortal creatures who had rashly barged in to the evacuation team.

Fortunately, Kong Er and the others' ranks are all below the legendary level. For the passage to the kingdom of God that can withstand the power of the gods, bringing one or two of them along in batches will not have any impact.

At this time, Corellon took Lian to the side and took out his bottle of wine again.

The laughter that broke out from time to time during the whole hour made Ivan, who had guessed Corellon's plan, feel a little uncomfortable.

"You are such a weird human being."

The silver-haired Labellas held his wooden staff and directed the medical team to treat the wounded who survived the second round of attacks.

“I’ve met many humans, and I’ve met many druids.

There is no one like you who has no fear for the gods;

Even non-believers would be afraid when encountering signs of gods, let alone facing gods directly in the kingdom of elves. "

Alvin wrote and drew on the ground without saying a word, and had no intention of responding.

Labelas didn't intend to let him reply.

He stood up, looked at the grandparents and grandchildren who were chatting happily in the distance, and continued talking to himself.

"Moreover, you are the first mortal who can empathize with the gods..."

Hearing this, Alvin raised his head expressionlessly.

He looked at the silver-haired old elf and sighed helplessly.

“In fact, in my opinion, there is no difference between gods and mortals.

It's just a different way of survival.

It is for this reason that gods, like mortals, as independent conscious individuals, also have joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and are subject to birth, aging, sickness, and death.

I've talked about this with that old skeleton Rillifane before..."

"Rillifane Rorazil...

When he was still in the Kingdom of God, we actually had a pretty good relationship.

By the way, when you go back, please help look after that old guy.

Rillifane is not as wise as he looks. This guy has been reckless from beginning to end..."

Alvin nodded subconsciously, but he still didn't realize the hidden meaning of this sentence.

After digesting the meaning between the lines, the useless young man from Blue Star suddenly raised his head and looked at the silver-haired old elf.

"what are you up to?"

Labelas, who had already turned around and walked out, turned his back to Ivan and waved at him.

"Corellon has sacrificed much for the elven pantheon.

We can’t let him be the hero all the time…”

Then, with a flash of white light, Labelas, holding a wooden staff, leaped outside the kingdom of God.

……

"Shh! Look, there's an elf coming out!"

Following the direction of the black-haired human's finger, Tymora released her own divine perception.

The reason why the three of them came here was to see with their own eyes what happened to the Kingdom of the Elves...

Besides, he didn't want to miss the moment when the elven pantheon finally blossomed with glory.

The one who ran away from the kingdom of God was no longer a marginalized elven god like Solonor, but Labelas, whose reputation was very loud among other races and native gods.

This eternal observer of the elven pantheon is known for his impressive wisdom.

The former Lord of the Dawn, Lashanda, once gave this comment:

Among all the gods in charge of knowledge in the astral realm, perhaps the wisdom of all other gods combined can barely surpass that of Labelas.

Even Oghma, the Lord of Knowledge, was only considered to be knowledgeable and had a good memory, while Labelas was the highest representative of those who were proficient in calculations.

Tymora had a good impression of this newcomer. After all, she was also one of the gods who liked calculations.

Seeing that it was Labelas who came out to fight this round, the regretful look on Tymora's face became even more serious, and she felt quite sad for a moment.

But the indecent voice next to him instantly made the sad mood disappear.

"Oh? Do elves also grow old?

This is the first time I’ve seen a grown-up elf. Before, they were just small balls of light…”

Small ball of light? That's the original spirit, okay!

Which era are you from?

Before Tymora could finish her inner complaints, the human's voice rang out relentlessly.

"This white-haired old elf has really strong energy...

Wow, this is almost catching up with the level of the main god!

But I'm still a little weaker than you were back then, Taiji—

Oh, sorry, sorry, you and your mother look so much alike, I got confused..."

While Archer Nolihus was making noise next to Tymora, the other two inside the Lucky Barrier were talking quietly on the soul channel.

[Laer, I will try to find a way to subdue him later, and then use your strongest magic to attack him! ]

Hearing this, Lal shook his head.

[No, Morgan.]

I don't know any attack spells... or should I cast a disruption spell? 】

【But……】

Morgan's fluctuations in the soul channel became somewhat tangled.

[But your strength has not yet fully recovered...

And even if he recovers, your divine power level probably won't be able to do anything to him...

How about you try changing into some prettier clothes and twisting around in front of him?

You know...men...】

Lal's head shook faster.

[No! How can this be possible!]

I don’t want to be laughed at as a bed goddess like Lovita! 】

[You can twist it a bit - I agree with that -]

A strange wave suddenly appeared in the soul channel, startling the two goddesses who were whispering to each other.

Then, the already nervous Lal saw the human standing next to Tymora, and turned his head to smile maliciously.

Afterwards, this goddess, who was not only clear-headed but also a little timid, trembled and her eyes turned red.

Morgan, as a good friend, quickly stood in front of Lal, blocking the extremely perverted gaze of the black-haired human.

The orc girl stared at Archer, but the other party just gave her a perverted smile, turned his head and looked at the center of the battlefield with interest, then let out a long sigh.

The sense of oppression brought to her by this strange human being was too strong.

Even though Morgan is now a standard middle-level god, she feels that she cannot survive a single blow in the hands of this human.

Not to mention herself, it is probably still a question whether even the former orc god Gruumsh can defeat this guy.

Seeing that the human didn't make any more moves, Morgan turned his head slightly and asked Lal with a trembling chin.

"No, are you okay... Did that guy just now... do anything bad to you..."

"No, no..."

Lal, who was almost scared to tears, also spoke with a trembling voice.

"It's that evil smile just now—

He is exactly the same as Ivan who did evil things to his own statue in the Celebration Temple..."