Chapter 252

After acknowledging her as Mistress, Shinclair Balon's enthusiasm exploded; she proactively took on the task of persuading their Forest God Kenas, as well as the enemy Dwarf race's God of Forging Oken, effectively shouldering the job of handling the gods of this world's two major military races herself.

"I can understand persuading the Forest God, but what's the situation with you, a Forest Elf, going to persuade Oken? Your Forest Elves and Dwarves are sworn enemies!"

Rick couldn't quite understand.

"The Dwarves' Military Commander Ronidraunir is currently in my hands; that guy is a genius like me, and having witnessed the War God's power, he'll surely know which way the wind blows."

Shinclair Balon was exceptionally confident about this; her arch-rival was absolutely not a fool — knowing Broly's power yet still wishing to oppose him would only bring destruction upon his own race; when faced with possible racial extinction, racial hatred would make anyone choose correctly.

"I'll handle persuading the Forest Elf and Dwarf gods, but the persuasion of the gods behind the other races will need you to conduct yourself; I hope your trip goes smoothly."

Saying this, Shinclair Balon kissed Broly on the cheek, at this moment displaying her intimacy with the Saiyan boy.

"Hope you have a smooth trip too."

Broly said a sentence, likewise copying her by kissing Shinclair Balon on the cheek; this Forest Elf wife's cheeks were soft and dewy, carrying a floral fragrance, which made the boy unconsciously turn the kiss into a bite.

Mm, a somewhat chewy texture, giving him the feeling of eating honey-flavored pudding.

"Ah—"

Shinclair Balon was startled, letting out a cry, and nearly began composing a technique.

Fortunately, she held back; the boy only bit lightly, not actually gnawing off her face.

Leaving a row of faint, fine tooth marks on his Forest Elf wife's face, Broly finally released her.

"Sorry, you smell a bit sweet; I accidentally bit down."

Hearing this, the corners of Shinclair Balon's eyes twitched, but she could only force out a strained smile.

"It's fine; you're my husband, anything you do to me is only natural."

Supreme authority was right before her; enduring humiliation was proper.

Shinclair Balon did not condemn this behavior in the slightest.

"Sweet?"

Jibril's curiosity was heavier; hearing this, she leaned in to sniff her.

"Indeed quite sweet, but would it be even sweeter roasted?"

She said with ill intent.

Shinclair Balon's heart rose in alarm, watching this already-recovered Flügel with vigilance, deeply suspecting this guy wanted to kill her and take her place.

"She's my wife; can't roast her."

Fortunately, Broly's this sentence put Shinclair Balon at ease.

"Need me to send you back to the Forest Elves?"

"If possible."

Although she could return bit by bit using a composed teleportation technique, if Broly wanted to send her, she could also use this process to cultivate more feelings with this powerful existence, laying more groundwork for him later entrusting her with the Divine Authority to manage the world.

"Arrived."

Shinclair Balon's idea was good, but she somewhat underestimated the Saiyan boy's flight speed; after confirming the Forest Elves' specific direction and distance, Broly hoisted her and flew, taking less than ten seconds to reach the Forest Elves' headquarters — a great forest emitting faint spirit power light — yet faster than the already-retreating Forest Elf Army Group, bringing her back to the Forest Elves' current capital.

"Then, I'm heading back too."

Saying this, Broly didn't wait for Shinclair Balon to react, directly flying off, prioritizing efficiency and speed.

Shinclair Balon: "..."

At this moment, she experienced the Saiyan boy's strength from a first-person perspective.

Although only in terms of flight speed, just this aspect was already enough.

【Our family's Divine Spirit is truly useless!】

Unavoidably, she complained in her heart about her family's Divine Spirit.

Lifting her foot, she walked into the great forest before her, filled with trap techniques.

Before long, her tracks were discovered by Forest Elf Practitioners on external patrol.

These Forest Elves were surprised at the Supreme Commander's return, welcomed Shinclair Balon in; the Forest Elf high-ranking officials who got the news, a group of elders, came running to ask: "How did you come back? Where's the Army Group troops? How are they?"

"The Army Group troops are fine; not a single clansman suffered casualties; they are currently retreating back; this long war has already produced a victor."

Shinclair Balon knew what this group was worried about, yet answered their questions, then announced the war's end.

"The war's over? Did we win? Did your plan succeed?"

A Forest Elf high-ranking official was somewhat excited; according to Shinclair Balon's plan, the Eternal Fourth Blessing Technique she prepared was the key trump card for victory.

While other races used their strongest weapons attacking each other, their Forest Elves could instead erect a sufficiently thick defensive barrier.

And other races lacked such powerful protective means; the post-war projection was that their Forest Elf troops would survive, while other races would suffer miserable losses, thereby seizing the fruit of victory.

"No, we didn't win; the Eternal Fourth Blessing Technique indeed has unimaginable defensive capability (shattered by one smash from Broly), but the Divine Spirit's power far exceeds our imagination."

Shinclair Balon shook her head.

"Then we lost? Is the victor that invincible War God Artosh?"

Hearing their race didn't win, these Forest Elf high-ranking elders were somewhat disappointed, but not surprised; Artosh's prestige wasn't built in a day or two; failing against Him was normal.

"No, Artosh also lost; the one who defeated Him is my husband, Broly."

"Huh?"

"The War God was defeated?"

"Wrong; girl from the Nilbarren family, where'd you get a husband?"

The elders spoke one after another, voicing their doubts in succession.

"I returned this time representing my husband, preparing to persuade Lord Kenas to withdraw from contending for the Star Cup, ending this long Great War."

Shinclair Balon ignored these elders' reactions, continuing on her own.

"You brat of the Nilbarren family, you know what you're saying?!"

Hearing this, the other elders who held the Forest God in high reverence spoke up one after another in angry rebuke.

"I am perfectly aware. Let me ask: when the War God was still alive, was Forest God Kenas-sama a match for the War God? And now, the existence who defeated the War God wants to obtain the Star Cup — can Forest God Kenas-sama stop him?"

"Kenas-sama is invincible……"

"Do you even believe that yourself? Originally I was willing to believe so, but until I saw the Divine Strike used jointly by the Flügel……"

Shinclair Balon recounted the scenes she had witnessed on the battlefield; when she spoke of the War God's power easily tearing apart heaven and earth as well as their strongest defense, all the Forest Elf elders fell somewhat silent.

"Although I don't know why the existence who defeated the War God took a fancy to me, I feel this is an opportunity. This World is about to undergo a reshuffle, and we Forest Elves can still remain seated at the card table. As long as you are willing to support me, willing to support me who is about to become the World Mistress……"

Shinclair Balon is a genius, whether as a Forest Elf Practitioner or as a strategist, and she commands considerable prestige among the Forest Elves; plus, behind her stands the prestigious Nielbalian Family. Her influence over the Forest Elves is undeniable.

First she exaggerated the power — no, not exaggerated, simply described the might of the War God and Broly as seen on the battlefield to intimidate, establishing before these Forest Elf high-ranking officials the image of a victor who is peerless; then she produced a big pie, saying she was the wife fancied by the victor, that she might manage this world in the future, attracting investment from the Forest Elf factions……

Although Forest God Kenas is their creator, after so many years of development, the Forest Elves have also gained their own will.

When there are common interests, they can unite against the outside, contending for the Star Cup for their own Forest God-sama; but when contending for the Star Cup has become hopeless, yet there is another way to join the victor's camp.

Then, even their own species' Military Commander, Shinclair Balon, proposing to persuade their own Forest God-sama to withdraw from the Star Cup struggle where no hope of victory remains, in order to secure the greatest benefit for their own species.

Even such a disrespectful-to-the-god matter caused the elders of the great families to ponder; seeing this scene, Shinclair Balon revealed a smile.

As the god's dependents, the Forest Elves have long had their own ideas; before, they simply had not been exposed, because in this war-torn world, the god's dependents and the god itself are naturally one body of allies.

"Shinclair Balon-sama, Kenas-sama summons you."

At this time, a priest of the Temple came over to convey the Forest God's will.

"Very well, I will go immediately to have an audience with Kenas-sama."

Shinclair Balon restrained her smile, her complexion turning serious as she spoke.

Although in her heart she did not revere her own Divine Spirit much, on the surface she still did the full courtesy.

Because of talent, she counts as the child the Forest God dotes on most among the Forest Elves.

"You want to persuade me to withdraw from the contention for the Star Cup?"

Upon entering the Forest Temple, kneeling on one knee, she heard such a questioning voice ring out all around.

"I merely do not wish for Kenas-sama to also meet the ending of Divine Marrow extinction. The War God Alteus has already been defeated; the enemy defeated the opponent openly and aboveboard from the front."

Shinclair Balon spoke with genuine sincerity, as if truly caring for her own Divine Spirit-sama.

Before her, tree vines entwined, forming a figure with a deer's head and human body; branches wove eye sockets where spiritual flames flickered. Forest God Kenas gazed at this most genius child among the Forest Elves, yet remained silent.

Plants are His feelers; wherever forests exist, there are His eyes and ears. He has even more understanding of the power of the existence who defeated the War God than Shinclair Balon does.

"I am the Forest God; I do not fear struggle, even if this brings me the extinction of my Divine Marrow."

"You do not fear extinction, but we Forest Elves fear your extinction. We Forest Elves cannot do without you, and I also need to obtain your support in the future."

Although she genuinely felt her own Divine Spirit was somewhat useless, if in the future she could have a Divine Spirit's support behind her, Shinclair Balon considered this a matter beneficial to herself.

The dependent, because the enemy's strength is too great, worries that He, this Divine Spirit, might die in the struggle, and wants to persuade Him, this god, to withdraw from this war.

For the Forest God, this is no different from a child worrying about their own parent's safety, expressing their concern.

Although somewhat disrespectful, it did not make Him feel angry; after a moment of silence He spoke: "I can guarantee withdrawal from the contention for the Star Cup, but the victor must guarantee that this world can have a place for the forest. Otherwise, there is only one battle."

The Forest God's reason for joining the war is very simple: to protect the forest that gave birth to Himself. Originally His aggressiveness was not strong; He counts as a Divine Spirit passively drawn into this long Great War. And this is not something a single god can choose to do.

Because if He does not fight, in the Great War the forest might be destroyed. He is the manifestation of the forest's will, a Divine Spirit Race born from the prayers of various creatures in the forest for survival. The forest is His bottom line.

The work of persuading the Forest God was even simpler than imagined. After Shinclair Balon guaranteed she would certainly protect the forest's interests in the future, this Divine Spirit Race decisively withdrew from this Great War which, for Himself, held no meaning.

Two days later, when the Forest Elf corps arrived here, Shinclair Balon, who had already completed internal unification, summoned Ronidraunir for questioning. Upon seeing this Dwarf Commander again, the other party wore a face of fatigue and weakness — starved these past days.

As the commander of a mortal enemy species, not being assassinated and killed already counts as the Forest Elves' orders being strictly enforced; but as for wanting food, don't even think about it.

"Your Forest Elves' way of treating prisoners is not humane in the slightest."

After being ordered by Shinclair Balon to be given some food, Ronidraunir wolfed it down while accusing them.

"Hah, you speak as if when our two sides fought before, we would leave survivors of the other race."

"That's true too."

Roni nodded; the two races' battles fundamentally never leave prisoners — they just kill.

"So, you imprison me yet give me food, spare my life — what for?"

He asked.

"Very simple. I need you to go back to the Dwarf side and persuade the God of Forging Oken to withdraw from this war contending for the Star Cup."

Toward an equally intelligent person like herself, Shinclair Balon did not beat around the bush.

"Do you think it's possible?"

Roni asked.

"If you cannot persuade him, then the God of Forging might just have to die."

The Dwarf Commander fell silent, then suddenly asked: "Shinclair Balon, in what capacity are you now making this demand of me?"

"The future Unique God's wife. Is this answer satisfactory to you?"

Hearing this, Ronidraunir laughed bitterly: "This really is unfair. You basically just won by luck?"

"There has never been fairness in the world. If there were, twenty-three years ago in that Great War, you should have died in our Capital."

"That's true too."

Roni thought for a moment, then didn't deny it either. Luck is sometimes also a part of strength. Before he had luck, escaping with his life; but now the other side has luck too, directly fancied by the existence who smashed the War God — that lying-flat-and-winning is also rightly the other side's strength.

"Since you are not making this demand of me in your capacity as Forest Elf Supreme Military Commander, then I will also put forward my own demand."

"Speak."

"On the condition of guaranteeing the Dwarves' continued existence, I can go back and persuade that Broly-sama behind you, Big Daddy, to withdraw from the Star Cup war."

Ronidraunir's demand was agreed to; after all, exterminating the Dwarves was never something that would be done. He was released to go back.

"Unexpectedly, I was captured by the Forest Elves yet could return alive."

Standing outside the forest, Roni's mood was somewhat subtle.

"Oh dear, what a headache. Big Daddy is a stubborn god, just how am I supposed to persuade him?"

Clutching her head, Luo Ni activated the Spirit Armament on her body and rushed toward the Dwarf's territory.

At the same time, Broly was also conducting friendly persuasion work with the Divine Spirits of other races, but he rode Abont Heim, directly intruding into the territories of some races, then letting a group of Flügel disembark to conduct friendly negotiations with those Divine Spirits' retinues, and after forcing out the Divine Spirit Races behind them, Broly would personally conduct the negotiations.

If negotiations succeeded, then all's well that ends well; if negotiations failed, then Broly also had the reasons and methods to make those Divine Spirit Races change their minds.

Hmm, physics is also reason, Fist Technique is also method; basically after his Saiyan three fists went down, there were none who disagreed to change their minds.

Compared to the War God who grows stronger the more he fights, these Divine Spirit Races' combat power is indeed worrying.

And at this moment, they had arrived at the Beastman Race's territory...