Chapter 1100: Shock of the Hundred Races (1/2)

Chapter 1100: Shock of the Hundred Races

The divine hall was the most sacred place among the members of the Hundred Races. It was the pillar of support for the entire continent—the War God Hall!

Currently, a wrinkly, winged, old elven man with pointy ears sat on the ground within a majestic hall of the War God Hall. He glowed with a green light as his vitality rapidly leaked away. His soul was quickly weakening as well, and even his skin was shriveling up.

Hundreds of people with different statuses sat before the elven man. Sorrow filled all of their faces.

“Don’t feel sad, don’t be sorrowful. Life and death are things everyone needs to go through. I am only leaving sooner,” the elven old man indifferently smiled. He was a hall elder of the War God Hall, having reached the Great Perfection of Saint King long ago. He was currently facing the end of his life. His soul would completely dissipate without much longer. All that would be left would be his body.

“Dzohar, go without worry. I shall be accompanying you in a hundred years,” a red-robed old man hoarsely said. His mood was extremely heavy. He too was a hall elder, and his name was Yenson, and he only had a hundred years left.

The elven old man looked at the sky and deeply sighed, “Reaching Saint Emperor is becoming more and more difficult now…” His soul was rapidly dissipating into the surroundings. He had already reached the end of his life, and the moment his soul completely vanished, he would have passed away.

Suddenly, he became surprised. His eyes immediately began to shine with interest as he cried out, “T- t- this is the presence of the war god… I actually feel the presence of the war god. The war god of the Hundred Races has finally reappeared.”

What the elven old man said was shocking, so shocking in fact that the expression of everyone present changed.

“Dzohar, what did you say? You’ve sensed the presence of the war god?” A hall elder with similar strength cried out in astoundment.

Everyone there became shocked. Disbelief flooded all of their faces, but that disbelief was soon replaced by ravishing joy.

The war god of the Hundred Races had disappeared for over a million years. The war god meant a lot to the Hundred Races; not only was he the god to all members of the Hundred Races, he was their pillar of support and a sign for the blossoming glory of the Hundred Races.

The elven old man became extremely excited. He said with a trembling voice, “My soul is dissipating into the surroundings, so it fused with the world for a very short instance. In that moment, I sensed the presence of the war god.”

“Dzohar, are you sure it’s the war god? Are you completely sure?” A white-robed hall elder asked. He too was extremely excited.

The elven old man stood up and gazed into the distance. He confidently said, “I’ve sensed the presence of the war god many times in the forbidden grounds, and this supreme battle intent can only come from the war god. No one can imitate it, so it can’t be wrong. It can’t be wrong at all. It must be the war god. Our war god has finally descended to this world, and the Hundred Races can soar once more,” The old man became extremely emotional as two turbid streaks of tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Can you sense where the war god is right now? We’ll go welcome the great war god immediately,” a hall elder urgently inquired.

The soul of the old man dissipated faster and faster as his vitality leaked away. He became more and more shriveled. He shook his head and said with a face full of pity, “I could only sense the war god’s presence the moment my soul dissipated into the surroundings and became part of the world. I cannot sense where the war god is.”

“We’ll send orders to find the great war god. Even if we have to search the entire continent, we need to find the war god,” a well-respected elder of the War God Hall emotionally said.

“Now that the new war god has been born, we need to collect the remaining beast furs as soon as possible so that the war god can become even more powerful. Otherwise, I worry that the magical beasts and humans will harm him before he fully matures,” said a burly middle-aged man. Although he sat on the ground, he was still five meters tall. He was the patriarch of the giants.

“I’ve just received news that the assassination organization we had secretly developed on the Tian Yuan Continent has been devastated by someone. The difficulty of finding the beast furs on the Tian Yuan Continent has become too great now,” a hall elder said with a deep voice.