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Chapter 1695 - 486: Primordial Authority! The Nation of the Old Gods that Alters The World!_2

Chapter 1695: Chapter 486: Primordial Authority! The Nation of the Old Gods that Alters The World!_2

Directly initiating Dimensional Strike mode, accurately controlling the elves’ weaknesses.

Additionally, his journey was grand and impressive, with his luxurious carriage adding plenty of face, making the Elf Clan also filled with anticipation.

For Thomas Averill, it was a perilous infiltration, but instead...

Gary Smith had been invited by the elves to give lectures!

Success studies... oh no, master of hedonism!

After a series of operations, even Thomas Averill fell silent, indicating that if Gary Smith was in full control, he would not interfere.

"I do want to raise the difficulty, but alas, I am just too handsome!" Gary Smith sighed in his heart.

Life, as easy as flipping one’s hand.

Facing the fervent gazes of pureblood elves, Gary Smith smiled and nodded, saying, "There’s no need for such passion, I am just an apprentice here to learn foreign languages from the Elf Clan."

"Please don’t say that, Gary... Master Gary!"

A beautiful pureblood Elven Diplomat said enthusiastically, "Your wisdom encompasses all things, your knowledge vast and through the ages, enough for us to learn for a lifetime."

"Yes, yes indeed!"

"Without Master Gary, the path to joy would be as eternal night!"

"A true master always maintains the heart of an apprentice."

"..."

A group of pureblood elves racked their brains to flatter, fearing Gary Smith might leave.

To the unaware, it would seem as though these elves truly loved knowledge, but it was nearly so; they wanted to learn the excellent ways of lying down and enjoying pleasures.

To experience ultimate joy.

After all, some of the things Gary Smith had seen through the Eye of Truth were so astonishing that even he, a good young man of the new era honed by the internet, was at a loss for words.

They know how to live it up!

The appearance of so many pureblood elves in such a grand manner immediately captured the attention of countless individuals.

The Adventurers who toiled up the great Insect Trucks looked on enviously, realizing for the first time...

These haughty elves not only could deign to look at humans directly but were also willing to descend from Heaven’s Peak to the pollution they believe exists in the Dust, to welcome guests.

Turns out, they can do anything.

The Ancient Giants of the Dusty Forest Sea’s Tree Nation borders were also agape, having lived for a thousand years and never before seeing so many elves showing such disciple-like respect to humans.

"So beautiful!"

The Half-elves on the ground, looking at those beautiful figures, had eyes full of longing and desire.

They are not ugly in appearance, many are quite beautiful, but they still fall short when compared to pureblood elves.

In a corner of the Dust of the Kingdom of the Sky Tree, a frail young Half-elf dressed in leaf clothes, her hair dry and tangled like weeds, stood amidst the ruins of a tribe devastated by powerful Demons, next to the corpses of her Parents.

Her body was dirty, her face smeared with Dust, Blood and Tears, she lifted her head, her lifeless eyes watching the playful and splendid figures above the heavenly dome.

If...

One could enter Heaven’s Peak, perhaps there would be no more departures and death.

But why?

Despite all being elves, purebloods get to enjoy the best, while they are born to suffer, struggling desperately in the Dust.

They can only... look up at Heaven’s Peak.

Rustle, rustle!

Accompanied by a gust of Wind, the leaves played a symphony.

The young Half-elf stumbled into the depths of the Dusty Forest Sea.

What would eat her later?

Or would she be caught by a slaver team?

She, no longer cared.

In the end, she was just a speck of dust in this primitive forest sea.

Gary Smith saw the back of this weak Half-elf, pondering something.

"Master Gary, shall we head to Heaven’s Peak first, the environment here is too poor," said the Elven Diplomat, glancing at the dusty surroundings and barely showing a frown.

Gary Smith nodded without refusal.

Though he only took a few glances, one could feel that there truly was a discord between the Dust and Heaven’s Peak.

Most of the resources were plundered by Heaven’s Peak, the rest were left to the behemoth creatures of the Dust, as for the Half-elves and other races, they are relegated to mere Food, struggling to survive.

Between the plunderers and the plundered, conflict is inevitable.

This situation, however, is not intentional but embodies the authority of two True Kings.

One symbolizes the benevolence of water, a quiet and non-action approach, following the natural development.

The other symbolizes the original natural ferocity, survival of the fittest, the law of the jungle.

Even though they co-rule a nation, their very existence as top Energy sources, emitting Laws, affects every corner of this nation.

But this Dust’s True Elf King is also more inclined towards Heaven’s Peak, which locks away any chance of rebellion for the Dust creatures.

No matter how big the uproar, it couldn’t possibly turn over the True King’s heavens, right?

So the question is, where does the problem lie?

Pondering in his mind, amidst the congregation of elves, Gary Smith had the Paper Knight gather the Daylight Strength Giants, boarding a top Insect Truck swiftly entering the City of the Sky Summit.

It’s less a City and more a magnificent nation.

Unlike the Succubus who copied the modern cities from the Human Species due to resource scarcity in the Abyss, the Elf Clan, even though they incorporated a lot of Technology, kept all houses and buildings a strong natural style, with numerous tree houses standing tall.

Among the street lamps naturally grown from trees, with wires running through, the lights flickered, radiantly beautiful.

Screen-embedded grand tree-grown buildings played adverts for popular TV shows.

Elves on the street, although dressed simply and coolly, were not sparing with materials, either spun from the silk of great Demons or crafted from the armor from Super ores.

The main emphasis was on average functionality but exquisite craftsmanship.

On the street, you could see a multitude of aimless Insect Trucks, with endearing insects transporting passengers to their destinations, then receiving dark green currency.