Chapter 560: The Final Chapter

"Qimunei, are you certain you want to do this?"

Beneath a lush, towering tree, a tall woman stood silently amid its shadows.

She gazed at her companion, her eyes revealing a suppressed sharpness.

A light breeze stirred her smooth long hair, yet it did nothing to lessen the gravity of her tone.

"You know that although we can open a passage to other worlds, it comes at a great cost—if the other side harbors ill intent, the situation will only grow worse."

"Even if we assume he truly is a good person, can he really deal with Melvazoya?"

In response, the tall female known as "Qimunei" gave a slight nod, then answered with utmost seriousness: "Lesantolash, we have little time left. If we don't find a way to resolve these evil gods, we'll only die slowly."

"Moreover, you must have noticed how increasingly frantic the attacks by these evil gods' servants have become lately."

The tall female was naturally the Milk Goddess; right now, she was urging her companion to act together and open a world passage to bring Li Ang to this world.

Unfortunately, despite this unknown outsider, the Good Gods still held their own reservations.

Seeing her companions fall into silence, the Milk Goddess grew anxious.

She had not forgotten that the young man would wait only one month for her—and already more than half a month had passed since their initial conversation.

As she pondered how to convince them, a tall-eared woman with linen-colored hair stumbled over: "Goddesses! The evil gods' servants have attacked again! The northern army is nearly broken!"

Upon hearing this, the Good God named "Lesantolash" erupted in fury, growling: "These bastards are asking for death!"

Before the other Good Gods could react, she vanished from her spot.

Seeing this, the Milk Goddess's expression turned slightly weary.

Lesantolash was excellent in every way—except her temper was far too volatile; if she kept this up, trouble was inevitable.

But she knew she couldn't blame the other; after all, the war had dragged on for so long that even the gentlest Good God could no longer face the evil gods with calmness.

With Lesantolash gone, the meeting could no longer continue—but the Milk Goddess had no intention of giving up: "When Lesantolash returns, we'll resume discussing whether to let that other-worlder enter this world."

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Though some Good Gods voiced objections, they ultimately agreed.

After all, since they could not break the deadlock themselves, they could only bring in a third party.

And part of the reason the Milk Goddess had spent years distributing spiritual herbs across different worlds was precisely because of this.

Yet this wait lasted two full days—until the third morning, when Lesantolash finally returned beneath the towering tree.

But unlike her former dignified bearing, this Good God was now utterly battered, her body covered in deep, bone-exposing wounds.

Seeing her state, the Milk Goddess's heart jolted; she immediately asked: "What happened?"

"Tch," Lesantolash sneered, then spoke in a dark tone: "I encountered Melvazoya. I never expected he'd join the main force this time."

At this, all the Good Gods furrowed their brows.

Something was wrong—because in their memories, that 【Evil God】 rarely showed himself, and even when he did, he only directed battles from behind the scenes, never personally engaging like this.

As they puzzled over this, the Milk Goddess spoke: "If I recall correctly, Serasaelbes also intervened a few days ago, didn't she?"

"In all these years, has she ever been as aggressive as Melvazoya is now?"

Hearing her words, the Good Gods first looked confused, then suddenly realized something, asking in startled tones: "Are you saying… those two already know Regalzeva is dead!?"

"Mm."

The Milk Goddess nodded—but just as she was about to continue, Lesantolash, who had been silent, abruptly interrupted: "What if they're forcing us to open the world passage precisely to weaken our strength?"

"After all, no one knows whether that young man you mentioned is even pretending with Regalzeva."

She wasn't determined to oppose her companion—she simply knew the Elf race could not afford another failure.

But Lesantolash hadn't considered that being unable to afford failure also meant being unable to break the deadlock—continuing like this would only lead to certain death.

Facing the doubt, the Milk Goddess did not grow angry; instead, she explained calmly: "Suppose Regalzeva hasn't died, and everything is just that young man putting on a show for me."

"Then the question is—why go through such unnecessary trouble?"

Here, the powerful Good God paused; seeing no one respond, she continued: "After all, whoever can cooperate with Regalzeva and the others must be no weaker than them."

"With four Evil God-level combatants, they could crush us head-on."

She turned to the tall, wounded woman: "Lesantolash, I think you can see this, right?"

"Of course, it's also possible—as you said—that the young man is a mechanical lifeform under Regalzeva's command, and I simply failed to recognize it."

At this, Lesantolash fell into deep thought.

After a long while, she exhaled slowly, then said wearily: "Sorry—I overthought it."

She ultimately chose to trust the Milk Goddess's judgment; despite how kind the other always seemed, her strength was undeniably among the top three among the Good Gods.

Seeing even her most vehement opponent agree, the Milk Goddess's lips curved into a faint smile.

Just as she was about to speak, an untimely voice suddenly rang out: "Just as I suspected—you bitches are considering letting that dangerous bastard into this world."

At these words, Lesantolash cried out in pain; silver-white fluid dripped from her wounds, then, before everyone's eyes, transformed into a pale blue wraith.

When the Good Gods saw the wraith's form, they gasped: "Melvazoya!?"

They never expected the enemy's leader to appear in their very heartland in such a form.

Without hesitation, all the Good Gods immediately attacked.

Yet facing assaults from all directions, Melvazoya made no move to dodge: "Oh, don't be so tense—it's only a projection."

"Otherwise, I couldn't have slipped past you."

As the Evil God said, the Good Gods' attacks had no effect—the pale blue wraith remained calmly standing in place.