Only God
Chapter 469 - 409: The Split of the Elves

Chapter 469: Chapter 409: The Split of the Elves

Even in the depths of the Netherworld, Nakbet still couldn’t isolate himself from the clamor of the Gods.

The fall of the Six Gods ultimately shook the entire Celestial Kingdom.

This had never happened before.

In the era when Shan’en was King, although the Gods were somewhat restricted, it was very rare for one of the Divine to be executed, except for Slaier who attacked the Secret God.

But this time, within just one day, six Divine had fallen, their souls had descended into the Hell created by the Father of the Gods, suffering untold millennia of torment, which was enough to make any Divine tremble inside.

Driven by fear, the Divine sought comfort from their friends, and even the Netherworld, which rarely saw the footsteps of Divine, hosted several Divine during this time, which troubled Nakbet’s reclusive Queen.

Nakbet didn’t mind, he didn’t care whether the presence of the Divine would make his palace more glorious or not. After all, this was the place closest to death, the most ominous place in the world, and the arrival of more Gods wouldn’t change anything.

Compared to the leisurely Nakbet, Hiris, the God of Mountains and Craftsmanship, appeared much more worried.

"Nakbet... the reaction of the Divine is really..."

Privately, Hiris said worriedly to Nakbet.

"What are you worried about? No matter how great the reaction of the Divine, it won’t disturb our Father."

Nakbet carelessly said,

"As long as they do not violate the Law again, anything goes."

Upon hearing this, the furrow on Hiris’s brow did not ease but instead, he sighed,

"Nakbet, you don’t realize the gravity of the situation."

"Hiris, it’s you who overestimate the gravity of the situation."

Nakbet countered.

The God of Mountains and Craftsmanship knew that Nakbet always kept to himself and was indifferent to the affairs between Gods, focusing alone on matters of death, souls, and the Netherworld.

"Perhaps I am being an alarmist... but whether I think as one of the Divine or as a child of our Father, I can’t help but feel panic and confusion."

Saying this, Hiris shook his head and forced a wry smile,

"However, no matter how much I care, it’s not for me to decide."

Upon hearing this, Nakbet spoke,

"Hiris, better you realize this...

Speaking of the afterlife world created by Father, there has recently been something bothering me."

Hiris raised an eyebrow and asked,

"What is it?"

Nakbet looked off in a direction of the earth and slowly said,

"It’s related to the Elves...

You know, Elves have the longest lifespan among all races, possess knowledge far beyond others, and their contemplation of death is profound.

Yet, it seems now... the Elves are... splintering."

Startled, Hiris’s eyes widened in disbelief,

"Splintering? Nakbet, do you realize what you are saying?"

Elves are one of the most isolated races, second only to the Merfolk deep in the sea, and very few races can compare with their seclusion.

Even though today’s Holy Mountain is one of True Religion’s sacred sites, it remains remote and located at the frontier of the world; aside from special ceremonies, other races are forbidden from stepping foot there, rendering the Elf Kingdom not just a faint legend like in Prophet Noen’s time, but also a place rarely trodden by outsiders.

For such a secluded race to experience splintering under minimal external influence was nearly unimaginable to Hiris.

"Hiris, my job is to appear in every corner of the world and harvest souls, while you always stay by your furnace, it’s normal for you not to know these things."

Nakbet confidently said,

"I believe it is splintering, though it hasn’t reached an irreparable state, but the division has indeed begun."

Hiris’s face filled with confusion,

"This... why is it happening?"

Nakbet took a deep breath,

"It seems... related to the Merfolk and also to the throne, and of course, to their beliefs.

But regardless of their division, that’s not our concern, is it?"

After hearing this, Hiris spoke somewhat helplessly,

"Nakbet, you just whetted my appetite and then tell me not to interfere, that is really quite a blow."

The Death God Nakbet heard this and chuckled, saying nothing.

After a moment, he spoke again,

"The Mortal World is like this, always full of unexpected changes, like the splintering of the Elves, but... who knows if they will truly split? Maybe they won’t."

After hearing this, Hiris nodded slightly, thought for a moment, and then asked,

"Nakbet, do you know who is the main character in this whirlwind?"

The Death God Nakbet bowed his head, thinking hard, and then slowly uttered a name,

"Perhaps... a Merfolk named Po Han?"

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What was the root of the dispute, and why did hearts become adversaries?

Beneath the deep sea, the Merfolk anxiously awaited new messages to come through.

The race of Merfolk originated from the union of Unihorn and Sea Demon, the former being kin to the Elves, while the latter was created by the Water God Angel. In the mythology of the Merfolk, numerous epic love stories occurred between these two races, enduring countless hardships before merging together, ultimately giving birth to the Merfolk.

Three blood-related races together forged the magnificent Undersea Kingdom, carving caves in the deep abyss where magnets played a significant role in their lives. They used magnets to create underwater fisheries to breed countless fish, and those unique glass shells served as the currency of the undersea, akin to gold, albeit only in a rudimentary form (after all, due to the lack of survival pressure, the undersea society developed much slower than those on the surface).

Yet, in recent times, the Undersea Kingdom experienced unprecedented, unimaginable dramatic changes.

Their king had died,

Killed by an Elf Prince.