Chapter 011: Chaotic Battle

“Very well. If that’s the case, it’s not my fault. Since it’s you who have desecrated the gods, then prepare to bear my punishment!” The true god’s tone suddenly turned cold. As he closed and opened his hands, a black tornado erupted from between them.
The tornado howled toward the elves. Following this massive tornado were smaller ones, all rushing swiftly toward the elves as soon as they appeared!
Those elves who couldn’t dodge were instantly caught by the tornadoes, flung high into the sky. When they fell back down, they were shriveled and lifeless.
The tornadoes that had swept through the elves seemed to absorb their energy, growing larger in diameter and faster in wind speed.
“Mages, cast spells! All other elves, retreat quickly!” Saito shouted loudly upon seeing the situation.
Physical attacks were basically ineffective against these tornadoes; only magic could counter their effects.
Dozens of high-level mages from the elf race immediately stepped forward. As soon as they appeared, they began chanting together, waving their wands continuously. Streams of green magic spread across the square, quickly forming layers of green vines in front of the tornadoes!
Once these vine walls appeared, they blocked the tornadoes. The strong winds from the tornadoes tore at the vines, scattering the newly grown green plants everywhere.
The group of elf mages accelerated their chanting. Thick green vines sprouted from the ground like dragons emerging from their lairs, surrounding the tornadoes this time!
Dozens of mages, each at least at level eight, unleashed a spell with all their strength, finally subduing the tornadoes cast by the true god.
“All warriors of the elf race! The enemy has reached us! They even desecrated our Nature Goddess right in front of us! What should we do? We must destroy them!” Saito urged passionately.
“Destroy them!” The elves, stirred by Saito’s impassioned words, became enraged.
Even the least skilled elves among the elf race were skilled archers unmatched among humans. Now, filled with fury, they shot their arrows one after another.
A barrage of arrows! A barrage of arrows!

A distance of a few hundred meters was easily within the reach of the elves to shoot at. Those arrows, along with their archery skills and magic, were like cheap straw, shooting in large numbers toward the True God! Among the experts on the True God’s side, more than a dozen magicians at the sacred rank or above rushed to the front of their positions and unleashed protective magic. The elves attacking now were all of lower rank, and not a single arrow or spell managed to penetrate the True God’s defenses!

“Elves below rank six, return to the Ancient Elf Tree at once!” Thetor ordered loudly. Soon, those elves below rank six, led by the elves of the Ancient Elf Tree, took shelter inside it. The elves perched high in the tree watched from above this once-in-a-thousand-years great battle!

Both sides launched spectacular long-range attacks. There were still over ten thousand elves below, all elite members at rank six or above. But on the True God’s side, there were experts at rank eight or higher! Rank eight meant that even the lowest-ranked fighters there possessed skills comparable to Oscar’s!

As the battle stalled, the True God finally struck again! A ghostly figure swiftly slipped into the elves’ defensive lines. The elite elves who had formed the front line didn’t even have time to react before being flung aside like straw by the True God!

“It’s our turn,” Thetor said with a sigh to Du Fan. “Moses and I will go fight the True God. As the chief elder, you’re a magician—just stay behind with Naixiu to provide remote support for Moses and me,” Du Fan said earnestly.

Thetor was a magician at the peak of his domain skills! Four powerful warriors above the sacred rank prepared to unite against a god-tier expert! Moses had already drunk a cup of life spring water, fully restoring his strength. “Elder Du Fan, let’s hurry up! Otherwise, more of our people will die at the hands of this True God!” Moses said anxiously.

With a twist of his wrist, Frostfall appeared in his hand. Du Fan sighed slightly—why did he always have to face opponents far stronger than himself? With no time for further thought, Moses roared and charged forward. Du Fan quickly grabbed Frostfall’s handle and used it like a dagger, following Moses as they headed toward the True God.

Seeing the two charging at him, the True God stopped killing and waited for them with a smile. Moses’s eyes were red as he raised his great sword high and leaped into the air, slashing at the True God with a mighty blow!
This strike carried all of Moses’s strength! Watching Moses’s attack, Du Fan felt an unstoppable momentum, like that of a mighty river. With his own abilities, he could only dodge such a strike.
As Moses launched his fearless sword strike from above, the True God didn’t even blink, still smiling. Only when Moses’s sword neared the top of his head did the True God swiftly extend his finger and lightly flick Moses’s sword—just a gentle push, using his thumb to nudge his middle finger and send it flying.
Though it was just a light push, to Moses, it felt like thunder crashing down, as a powerful force surged from the sword blade.
This force sent Moses flying, along with his sword!
After flying over ten meters in the air, Moses finally landed on the ground. Looking down at his palm, he saw blood flowing from where he gripped the sword!
At that moment, Du Fan also rushed up to the True God.
The True God elegantly placed his hands behind his back and smiled at Du Fan.
“Du Fan, right? If you can be my representative among humans, I’ll do my best to help you unify the entire continent. What do you think of that?” the True God said with a smile.
“Help me unify the continent?” Du Fan was stunned by these words. “Forget it,” he said. “From what I can tell, aside from being a god-tier expert yourself, you seem far inferior to the elves. And as your representative, I’d probably just be a puppet, right?”
“If I dare say this, it must be for a reason. Do you think a god-tier expert would be a fool?” the True God replied with a smile.
“As far as I know, there aren’t many god-tier experts across the continent, but there are enough. Even the lowest-ranked ones like you dare to talk about unifying the continent,” Du Fan said.
“To be honest, I’m just a subordinate. My superior has full confidence in helping you rise to power,” the True God said with a sigh.
“You’re just a subordinate?” Du Fan stared in shock.
“Is that so strange?” the True God smiled elegantly again.
“A god-tier expert like you, working as a subordinate?” Du Fan widened his eyes in disbelief.

“Du Fan, the landscape of this continent is far beyond what you have seen and heard,” the True God said tactfully. “Have you heard of that great war among the gods tens of thousands of years ago?”
“Do you know?” Du Fan didn’t answer directly but asked a counterquestion instead.
“I’m not sure either,” the True God laughed. “But since the gods can fight once, they can fight again. Humans are merely playthings to them.”
“How do you mean that?” Du Fan asked.
“If the gods are restless, how can this continent remain peaceful?” the True God sighed again.
“Then what’s your goal this time?” Du Fan pressed on.
“Naturally, to subdue the elves,” the True God replied.
“Why subdue the elves?” Du Fan asked.
“That’s a secret,” the True God suddenly said, leaving Du Fan helpless.
As they spoke, Moses swung his sword again.
With a flick of his finger, Moses was sent flying far away.
Without the True God’s support, those over four hundred experts couldn’t withstand the attacks of tens of thousands of experts above level six and were forced to retreat step by step.
“Du Fan, are you stalling me?” the True God suddenly said coldly.
“Well, didn’t you say that a god-level expert can’t possibly be a fool?” Du Fan replied with a smile.
“You!” The True God was stunned, unable to speak a word.
He swung Frostfall Snow in front of him, creating a huge spatial rift that rushed toward the True God!
“A divine forbidden technique—Spatial Rupture Slash! Du Fan, how do you know Spatial Rupture Slash!” The True God screamed upon seeing this move, no longer showing any elegance.
At this moment, Du Fan was very close to the True God. Since the True God was chatting with him and was relaxed, Du Fan used the energy stored in Frostfall Snow to suddenly unleash Spatial Rupture Slash!
A powerful, destructive force rushed toward him. It was already too late for the True God to escape completely. He could only quickly dodge to the left, but one of his right arms was still sucked into the spatial rift!
One of his arms was instantly gone.
At the same time, the True God was flung high into the air!
“Du Fan, you’re simply seeking death!” The True God, in mid-air, waved his single arm frantically, his long hair scattering in disarray.

“Du Fan, how dare you attack a god! How dare you hurt me, a noble god! You must pay a price! And that price is death! Only in hell can you atone for your sacrilegious crimes!” the true god cried frantically. As he cried, dark gas spread around him, gradually encircling the stump where his right arm used to be! Soon, as the dark gas disappeared, the arm he had lost grew back completely! Only, that arm was extremely pale, like a freshly dug lotus root segment! “What’s the use of screaming? Are you just a god who knows how to shout? Or do you just scream to be a god? Haha!” Du Fan laughed loudly. He never expected that today, here, he would manage to hurt a god! Although, according to Saito, this was just the lowest-ranking god, it was still a god! Even the legendary Pope only possessed the powers of a lower-tier god! That meant he could fight the Pope as well! With this thought, Du Fan faintly felt something was wrong. Right, defeating the Pope wasn’t outright blasphemy? He thought, as it didn’t match his usual behavior. “Du Fan, you’re ready to die, aren’t you?” The true god went wild for a moment before becoming extremely calm again! He opened his mouth, and a long black sword suddenly emerged from it. That black sword exuded a terrifying aura.