Chapter 689: Negotiate Peace? Sorry, I Only Accept Surrender!

The Elven race was dumbfounded, and the entire universe erupted in an uproar.

"Holy crap, so many gods are joining the racial war?"

"This has to be the first time in history, right?"

"Damn, the Flame Goddess helping the Tyrant is understandable, but so many gods are helping him?"

"This freaking is what you call connections. No wonder the Tyrant dared to make a move on the Elven God King — turns out he had nothing to fear!"

"Now the Elven race is in a bind, right? With so many gods, how can the Elves win?"

"..."Six-seven-three"..."

In the annals of universal history.

There had indeed been cases of gods forcefully intervening in racial wars.

For example, the Goddess of Light — that woman specifically targeted the evil faction.

Whenever a war broke out between the good or neutral factions and the evil faction, she would pop up.

But never had so many gods joined a single racial war!

"Damnable!"

"What on earth is going on?!"

"......"

Within the Elven God Kingdom.

The Elven God King, clad in golden armor and radiating terrifying divine might, was venting his fury.

Below him, the subordinate gods hung their heads one after another, no trace of their usual arrogance remaining.

The entire great hall of the God Kingdom was deathly silent.

At this moment, the Elven Goddess of Wisdom said cautiously, "God King, according to reliable intelligence... this is the Tyrant paying ten thousand units of divine power to get the gods to act."

"......"

Hearing this.

All the Elven gods were utterly dumbstruck.

Ten thousand units of divine power?

Per god?

Doesn't that mean... the Tyrant has to fork out several hundred thousand units of divine power?

And it's all attribute-less, pure divine power!

If they had to condense that much themselves... it would probably take several hundred years of neither eating nor drinking.

The entire hall once again fell into a terrifying dead silence.

The Elven God King's face turned an ashen blue at the extreme.

This round, they had truly lost out to their grandmother's house.

Originally, the Elven race had already discovered the ruins of the Primordial Spirit civilization, thinking they could rake in a fortune.

But several hundred Shenxuan Tier 9 defensive towers stood in their way.

The Elven God King had already come up with a countermeasure — given a little more time, the Primordial Spirit civilization's legacy would be within easy grasp!

Who could have known... a Tyrant would suddenly appear out of nowhere halfway.

Even more unexpected was that he could actually mobilize so many gods.

After a long while.

The Elven God King let out a deep sigh and said helplessly, "Let's negotiate peace."

"......"

The gods sighed.

It seemed, this was the only option.

Very soon.