Chapter 424: Too Powerful, Too Desperate! Just Earning a Hard-earned Fee!

As a goddess, and a relatively reserved one, the Elf Goddess felt that even if misunderstood, it wasn't proper to actively expose the truth.

"Ah, forget it, I'll just count this as helping the Green Elves."

The Elf Goddess had a good mindset and suppressed her minor frustration.

Then she observed again, and soon, the Elf Goddess noticed that the skeleton monsters' attacks grew fiercer.

Meanwhile, elves from other tribes also gradually encountered dangers.

"Huh, why haven't they descended power? Do they think they can't compete with the Lord of Flame and have given up?"

The Elf Goddess couldn't help but let out a soft murmur.

Among the skeleton monsters, large numbers of Sixth and Seventh Rank skeletons began to appear.

These Sixth and Seventh Rank skeletons posed a serious threat to the elves; though not as powerful as Eighth Rank skeletons, they still caused several close calls for some elves, such as the Wind Elves.

Fortunately, at critical moments, Wind Elves always prayed for stronger Holy Flames, killing or driving off these Sixth or Seventh Rank skeletons.

But even in their most dangerous moments, the gods once worshipped by the Wind Elves never descended power.

The Elf Goddess believed the other deities had likely given up.

Just like herself—now, even if she descended Holy Light, she was still mistaken for the Lord of Flame's intervention.

And even without the misunderstanding, she couldn't descend power without limit like the Lord of Flame.

These elves, in this battle, relied entirely on the Lord of Flame's Holy Flame to repeatedly escape unscathed; after this battle, their faith in the Lord of Flame would likely reach an extremely high level.

"Once this wave of skeleton attacks is repelled, every elf here will likely solidify their faith in the Lord of Flame—Green Elves included. Oh no, this is driving me crazy."

The Elf Goddess kept worrying.

At this moment, she saw a Seventh Rank skeleton leading a large wave of even stronger skeletons to attack the Green Elves.

The Green Elves, after continuous combat, were already heavily burdened mentally, and now this Seventh Rank skeleton was breaking through.

Although the Green Elves could quickly kill this wave of skeletons with Holy Flame once it broke through, casualties were inevitable.

In her anxiety, the Elf Goddess once again descended power, wiping out the entire wave of skeletons.

"The Lord of Flame has acted again."

The Green Elves cheered once more.

"Oh no! Another loss!"

The Elf Goddess's minor frustration returned.

The Green Elves already had considerable faith in the Lord of Flame.

But now, her two interventions had effectively given the Lord of Flame a boost.

The power she expended in these two interventions was substantial.

After all, descending power from the Heavenly Realm increased energy loss; too little divine power simply wouldn't do.

The Elf Goddess felt that if she kept watching, and the Green Elves faced danger, she would likely intervene again—and when she did, she'd still unconsciously choose Holy Light.

But if she didn't keep watching, she couldn't bring herself to leave.

She was genuinely curious—curious why the Lord of Flame had so much power!

You should know that on this battlefield, hundreds of thousands of elves are now praying continuously to receive the Holy Flame.

She didn't know that for Lin Yan, a small Holy Flame meant only ten energy points.

The Elf Goddess calculated based on her own consumption, so of course she found it terrifying!

Don't think that her single Holy Light blast killing one Eighth-Rank skeleton was weak.

But that single blast of Holy Light had at most the power of ten thousand Holy Flames merging and exploding.

Yet here, hundreds of thousands of elves were continuously receiving Holy Flames!

In fact, over ten thousand Holy Flames appeared every second.

This was simply astonishing.

If calculated by the Elf Goddess's own power output, that meant the Lord of Flame was descending power equivalent to ten times her own strength every second.

She knew perfectly well how much she expended with each intervention.

That kind of expenditure made her feel a little pain in her heart.

Yet the Lord of Flame performed such an intervention ten times every second.

That's six hundred times per minute!

And so far in this war, the Lord of Flame had performed such interventions thousands of times!

Yet the Lord of Flame's pace of descending power showed no sign of slowing.

In other words, by the end of this war, the total power the Lord of Flame descended would exceed the sum of all the power she herself possessed!

After calculating this, the Elf Goddess instantly understood why those few deities had refused to descend power.