Chapter 136: Turning Point

The Valkyrie descended from the sky, wielding a god-given divine spear, and transformed into a dancing fire phoenix.

She displayed elegant and swift martial arts; her fighting style was identical to that of the Goddess Verna, the divine power she wielded shared the same source as Verna's, her landing pose was exactly like Verna's, and the face revealed after removing her helmet was also exactly like Verna's.

Then, what exactly is the difference between her and Verna?

"Unlike you, this is a sister who respects me very much!" Arachne crossed her arms, beaming with pride.

"After all, I am more like a sister to you, Verna, than she is." Another "Arachne" who had just landed smiled, putting an arm around the other Arachne, and spoke to Verna.

Verna was stunned; the other's confident and sharp demeanor made her seem even more like herself than she did.

The "perfect person" in one's ideals is always superior to reality.

The newborn child shaped by divine power is the invincible younger sister in Arachne's ideals!

Verna hesitated for a moment, then opened her eyes and vaguely perceived the essence: this was also her own sister! A manifestation composed of shadow and divine power!

"Sister has become two?!"

Verna was full of confusion, but seeing her sister, who was different from the past and clearly more cheerful, she immediately fell silent with a helpless smile.

She remembered her childhood, that confident sister who used to say to her, "I am the older sister, I will protect you."

Since when did her sister's smile disappear, leaving only timidity and anxiety whenever she faced her?

She had always been worried that her sister would treat her as a gift to be given away; that was truly stupid. If I really didn't care about sisterly bonds, why would I leave behind such a weakness?

She had also always known her sister's inferiority and fear, but such things cannot be explained clearly with words.

Only by truly standing on the same level can one calmly view certain things, I suppose.

"It seems you received a great gift from Mother." Let those matters be considered as if they never happened; look forward instead.

Verna saw that Arachne was no longer the Tier 1 Priest she was before; now, the fluctuations of divine power on her body were at the High Priest level!

As devout recipients of the gods' shared power and blessings, the growth trajectory of the Priest class is the most unreasonable.

As long as a deity is willing to expend divine power, they can descend a miracle and instantly create a High Priest-level powerhouse.

In fact, the head of every family in Mordorika is a High Priest, or rather, a "Matron-level" figure. They may not have been High Priests before becoming heads of their families, but they quickly completed their advancement after becoming Matrons.

It sounds a bit unreasonable? Actually, if you view the deity as a bureaucratic system, with the deity itself at the top of the pyramid, it can more vividly demonstrate this subtle selection system.

They can select talent and reward those with merit; you can normally endure experience to wait for a level-up, or try to achieve merit to gain selection, and once you ascend to a position, unless you commit a major error, they cannot arbitrarily demote or dismiss you.

If your ability is insufficient, then you might remain stagnant at a certain class for your entire life (in the era of Lolth, you would be doomed).

This is also the root cause of the Dark Elves' love for internal strife; they truly have one radish per pit, and to obtain better treatment, one can only climb upward.

Internal strife has already become the racial culture of the Dark Elves; it was just that during the era of Lolth, the competition was more cruel and bloody, whereas now it is slightly more benign (assassinations and internal rebellions will be investigated).

The most obvious change is the absence of the traditional Dark Elf "midnight slaughter," where "if it isn't discovered, it isn't a crime."

Hearing her sister mention the "reward from Mother (the Silver Vase Mirror Woman)," Arachne pondered for a moment.

Arachne had indeed received a gift from a deity and obtained a promotion, but that was merely icing on the cake for a victor, an exceptional promotion for talent, merely accelerating her own growth.

She had first completed a qualitative change before receiving this gift, which then accelerated her own "hatching" process.

Without this gift, what was destined to come would have come sooner or later anyway.

"No, it wasn't Him." Although stating reality, denying a deity is quite blasphemous speech even in a religious kingdom.

But Arachne spoke it directly, and even to her sister, who was a Goddess.

Glancing back, she saw her "new sister," holding a flaming spear and looking majestic, smiling at her; Arachne laughed.

"... Someone gave me a great gift, a very great one."

"Is that so? Then we owe a favor. Tell me about it when we return."

Verna smiled; compared to the progress in power, she was happier about the change in her sister's mindset.

She believed in herself.

She had confidence too.

She dared to look at her directly.

The always strong younger sister suddenly felt like crying; she had endured so much pressure but had never received the most important understanding.

"... But now, let 'this power' become Mother's favor upon us."

Verna's gaze swept over; those Matrons were all looking over with eyes full of terror and unease.

And when the City Lord's gaze swept over, each pair of eyes became full of reverence and obedience.

Even some, reacting quickly, immediately took action, ordering their servants and slaves below to go up and kill the enemy.

Three Goddesses in one family?! Even if there was some exaggeration, the vague fluctuations of divine power were enough to prove the thickness of "sacred favor."

From this moment on, all the Matrons must restrain their ambitions.

They were helpless, but could only wait once again; I suppose even the so-called Hawk Faction would have to restrain themselves for a while.

For a moment, the momentum on the Dark Elf side surged greatly; those Matrons wanted to prove their loyalty to the City Lord, and even several of them took the field themselves.

The battlefield support capabilities of High Priests need no elaboration; when they each took the field, the balance of war tilted once again.

The High Priests continuously released area-of-effect healing abilities, providing support buffs to slaves, servants, and warriors, and also summoned various otherworldly creatures to serve as cannon fodder.

The originally prepared "strategic materials," under the attention of the three sisters, all became "the price of expressing loyalty."

It seems that today, without waiting until nightfall, the attacking force will have to retreat early.

The two "Goddesses" did not attempt to slay that Beast Prince; they knew themselves that the risk was truly too great.

The newborn "Valkyrie," even with some divine power blended in, had not yet reached the true level of a "Goddess"; she still needed time to grow, and the new "twins" still had much homework to make up.

Kuk's first seed, due to the special nature of divine blood and the Priest class, received premature ripening.

And the status of the Mordorika City Lord was thus stabilized, which in turn affected the output situation of the entire battlefield.

And this, in turn, suppressed several impending rebellions, thereby affecting the entire long-term war situation.

Then, did this Mordorika, originally destined for destruction in the oracle, head toward a different fate line?

Li En and his group were never outside of these events.

The contrast between the dove and hawk factions shifted again, their attitude toward the people of the surface would change, and whether they could gain this "ally" would further alter the progress of sealing the Evil God.

"Fate has already begun to turn. Who placed these pieces here?" Even at this moment, the gods themselves could not see the color of the future.

——

The sisters on the city wall reconciled, and the "betrothed couple" within the envoy delegation also reconciled.

Li En had not anticipated that the one-seventh legacy of the Heroic Souls had already indirectly altered the fates of countless people; he had consistently underestimated the value of the Heroic Soul legacy.

It was the legacy of ancient ones who had once reached the pinnacle of the world, a potential capable of recreating a historical hero.

Here, one plus one does not equal two; a hero with potential who receives the Heroic Soul legacy can easily multiply their future achievements manyfold.

Its value had never before manifested simply because the bearers were all young people and new recruits, requiring time to unleash their power.

When this legacy fell into the hands of a "High Priestess," with a foundation sufficient to unleash its power, she naturally bloomed instantly.

And by nightfall, the visit of the Divine Maid sisters signaled that the winds of fate had begun to turn.

"Perhaps now we can sign the alliance treaty between the two cities."

(End of Chapter)