641 Desperate Choice (2/2)
Was this a chance to save the moon elves? Indeed, it was. As long as Anslo stopped Donatis and gave me enough time to complete my Ice Aeon incantation, even if Main God level existences could defend against my forbidden spell attack, the more troublesome demon war slaves would definitely be completely annihilated. That would open up a path to survival.
However, facing off against the elite Demon Lord vanguards, a furious Chaos War God, and endless amount of demon war slave cannon fodder, blocking them from their desires… Just what were the odds that the already injured Anslo would be able to survive this? Also, my forbidden spell would be an indiscriminate AOE attack. While Ice Aeon was perhaps incapable of slaying a Main God by itself, it was more than possible that it could strike a fatal blow to an already injured Main God.
And even if Anslo was lucky enough to survive this battle… he had already betrayed the Order Faction, and fighting Donatis here would mean that he had also betrayed the Chaos Faction right as the Holy War began. Although Eich was large, there would be nowhere that he could go anymore after betraying both major factions.
The choice between life and death was right before Anslo. If it was you, what would you choose? Oh, venerated Elven Main God Anslo, protector and guardian of all elves, the most glorious lord of them all! The destroyer of the previous Elven Empire!
”Please save us, dear God of all elves.”
”Save us, our venerated and grand God of all elves.”
The sound of prayer could be heard coming from the Moonwheel Capital's final defense lines. My spies as well as truly despairing elves all simultaneously uttered the divine name of the Elven Main God. They prayed that he would appear to defend them from this despairing crisis.
The moon elf higher-ups had rather ugly expressions right now. The moon elves' priests and other holy job class members even started using dirty language in anger. With the current situation, those who knew far more than the ordinary elves naturally realized that this was a trap specifically targeting Main God Anslo.
However…
Even many priests kneeled as they devoutly prayed for the descent of Elven Main God Anslo. This was because the Moonwheel Capital was the final main location of all the remaining Elven Gods' source of belief. If everyone here was lost, all of the Elven Gods would definitely perish.
”For the sake of elven belief and culture, so that they may spread in the future, please save us…”
Actually, this sentence would be much easier to understand if I translated the literal meaning: ”Oh Elven Main God, please die so that we may live.”
”Save us, we still have a future!” -> ”Anslo, please die.”
”Elven glory must continue onward! Our people can't die here!” -> ”Anslo, please die.”
”Glorious God of all elves, we believe that you'll definitely be able to destroy the demon wave here.” -> ”Please hurry up and go die.”
Obviously, Anslo would be able to hear all these prayers. The vicious curses contained within those seemingly devout prayers would truly be a toxic venom to him.
”Mortals want to live, so they want their God to die… what a moving scene that brings warm tears to my eyes.”
Unfortunately, I was currently completely unable to move, and could only share my delight with Harloys through our soul connection. Meanwhile, I could sense that she was excited almost to the point of hysteria.
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Alright, maybe insanity would be a more accurate term than hysteria here. However, Harloys had pursued her revenge against those who'd exterminated her entire species for more than ten thousand years now. She was finally having her best opportunity to vent with one of the main culprits.
What would Anslo do? What would he choose? Was he truly a saint? Or was he only pretending to be magnanimous to his own? Regardless, it was all meaningless as he was finished.
If he appeared here, he would die. The Elven Gods Faction had already been broken. The other Main Gods would never let go of such a juicy opportunity or let Anslo safely survive the rest of the Holy War. The entire Elven Gods Faction was finished.
If Anslo didn't arrive, then I would unhesitatingly jump into my personal Hell world and have my almost completed forbidden spell explode there instead. I would then turn around and run from this place as quickly as I could. As for what happened to the moon elves, whom I had a grudge against anyways? Who cared?
If Anslo didn't come here, then we would all definitely die here if we tried to stay. I naturally needed to focus on our own safety first and foremost. This would be an easy excuse for me to give the Northlands elves. ”Oh, I'm sorry, but I really did try my best already.”
Additionally, if all the Elven Gods under Anslo died, and he still didn't appear even as his believers died… He would then be destined to die afterwards regardless of whether he was still fine or not, because not a single elf would worship such a Guardian God afterwards. Since Anslo had the Divine Concept of Guardian God of All Elves, perhaps he would even meet a fate worse than death.
Perhaps the elves might still be able to survive, but the Elven Gods Faction was destined to die here.
”Anslo, you're at a dead end no matter which path you take! What will you choose? What can you even choose!”
Meanwhile, the gigantic figure who appeared in the sky, with that silent and incredibly fatigued divine expression of his, seemed to indicate his answer.