Defying the Fate of Beheading-Chapter 507 - 282: Origin of the Troll, Louis’s Confusion_2

Chapter 507: Chapter 282: Origin of the Troll, Louis’s Confusion_2

"If you miss this opportunity, do you think you can find a proposal more aligned with your interests?"

Suddenly, a marquis from the Williams faction looked up at Duke Slode and said:

"My intelligence department received news that as early as half a month ago, someone was lobbying members of the Slode faction to abstain from voting."

He said coldly, "Don’t forget that at this critical moment, any dithering we do will cause adverse effects to be magnified tenfold, a hundredfold compared to usual."

He hesitated for a moment and then brought up a matter:

"Don’t forget the matter of the God of Love Church."

— Clearly, he was referring to the internal split within the God of Love Church earlier and the series of impacts caused by the backdoor scheming of the Love God’s dark organization.

Someone understood the marquis’s implication.

He suspected that someone in the Slode faction had been bought by external forces.

At this moment, Duke Williams said something that made everyone shudder.

"My foolish son can barely communicate with Prince Louis."

"When Prince Louis had Mr. Mayer go to the Giant Demon Tribe for negotiations, he reminded him that it has been ascertained within Ense that the creation of the Love God’s dark side was a result of interference by both Jianqi and Color Lust."

Hearing this, the nobles of the Williams faction slowly sharpened their gazes.

Although their views differed from Duke Prime Minister, they believed that a fully armed Tunisia would possess greater deterrence.

Yet ultimately, they were sitting on the side of the Tunisian Republic.

There was no need for a choice.

They were infuriated by the prior infiltration of Tunisia by the Love God’s dark side.

At least now, it can be confirmed that the tentacles of this organization are still spreading within Tunisia.

Counterterrorism only needs coordinates, not reasons.

With this mindset, the atmosphere among the nobles of the Williams faction changed, casting votes of approval onto Duke Prime Minister.

The greater the opposition, the more it proved they were doing the right thing.

Duke exhaled and said, "That matter is settled. From today, I will head to the Giant Demon Tribe to discuss major issues with the Grand Chief."

...

Early the next morning, Duke packed his luggage and set off with his entourage for the Giant Demon Plain.

In the morning light, Joseph Williams watched as Duke Prime Minister vanished from the teleportation array, sighed, and said:

"We’ve done all we can. Now it’s up to the Giant Demon Tribe."

Ken Williams gazed at the distant rising sun and said softly:

"If only things were truly this simple."

He judged all the parties involved, sensing there were deeper secrets, possibly an abyss that ordinary people should never touch.

"Duke, I hope your journey goes smoothly."

...

At the same time, within the Giant Demon Tribe, Louis received news from the Tunisian side through other channels.

He looked at Nuke, who was sitting opposite him:

"It seems you have something you want to say to me."

Nuke’s tall frame appeared somewhat uneasy on the chair, but he still said:

"Your source is more reliable than I thought."

Louis instantly realized what Nuke meant.

At this time, the relationship between the Love God’s dark side and the Four Abyssal Deities was not yet known to the outside world.

Although the God of Love Church had launched an attack against the Love God’s dark side, quickly spreading this organization’s infamy to all countries,

those unaware of the inside story even thought the church was simply purging heretical happiness.

Even though Tunisia counts as one of the core parishes of the God of Love Church, Tunisia is ultimately a nation dominated by nobility.

One of the essential requirements for the high-ranking was not to get overly involved with the church.

Although some had already vaguely sensed the tension between the Giant Demon Tribe and Tunisia, they had not anticipated that both sides were about to unleash full-scale firepower.

The mid-to-lower tier followers of the God of Love Church naturally couldn’t understand the situation, let alone relay specific intelligence to the church’s headquarters.

Even if the God of Love Church learned the truth about the Love God’s dark side, it would be challenging to deliver the information promptly.

Fortunately, Louis had taken a precautionary measure.

Whether the Love God’s dark side participated in the conflict wasn’t crucial, but what mattered was confirming the existence of the Four Abyssal Deities behind this fictitious god.

A universally accepted principle on the continent was that if the Four Abyssal Deities were involved in any conflict, capable parties would consider pausing disputes to first attack the Abyssal Church.

It’s not that both sides harbor such intense animosity that they need to intervene simultaneously, but rather that with their involvement, neither side is likely to gain an ideal outcome, instead potentially losing victory to them.

This was something no side could allow to happen.

"Have you found traces of the Abyssal Church’s activities?"

Nuke sat there silently for a long time and then sighed:

"The situation is more serious than I imagined. Do you know why the tension between the two sides suddenly escalated?"

Louis asked curiously, "Tell me."

Thus, Nuke recounted a story to him.

He spoke of the Giant Race, resembling mad dogs of many years ago.

Back then, they were called Ogres, and various forces assumed they did not belong to an intelligent species.

The Giant Race originated from the Elven Race, or rather, they were elves.

However, to bear the world’s curse, their ancestors either chosen or forced became vessels to carry such a curse.

This didn’t mean the Elven Race didn’t have to pay a price.

The upper echelons of the elves, beings with elevated divinity from humanity, searched relentlessly to establish themselves on this continent and, after a heavy cost, finally found the divine fire that could open the path to godhood.

In the ensuing long period, they embarked on the path of god-creation.

When the first deity emerged from their belief, it was destined for them to escape the fate of most degenerating into monstrous beings within the underground city and firmly establish themselves as members of Star Continent.

All deities born within the Elven Pantheon held the elf prefix.

For instance, their main god—the Creator, Guardian, and Ruler of Elves; the Guardian of Life and the Protector of Art.

The outer world usually calls him the Elf and Art God.

Looking at his various prefixes, one could easily tell he was a racial god with elves as the primary subjects.

The prosperity of the race would continuously strengthen the racial god’s power.

As a result, the entire Elven Pantheon benefited, rapidly becoming prosperous in its era.

However... Giants were also elves.

For various reasons, the peak of the Elf Realm placed no restrictions on giants.

Add that giant individuals possess extraordinarily powerful capabilities, making killing extremely difficult.

When the elves discovered something was amiss with the state of the Elven Gods, they realized the Giant Race had begun polluting the deities’ origins in reverse.

The demon nature of the Demon King started entangling the Elven Gods like maggots on the bone, challenging to eradicate.

To ensure their race’s immortal prosperity, elves, whether willing or unwilling, had to extend a hand to the giants.

Although the two sides eventually parted ways, the Giant Race successfully regained long-lost rationality with the elves’ assistance.

However, by then, the Giant Race had already rampaged across the continent for years.

The label of ogre was permanently attached to them like a hat they couldn’t deny.

Because for many of the past years, they’ve indeed brought about significant trouble to countless species.

Regaining rationality would not simply undo this issue.

Thus began a lengthy marathon.

The Giant Race chose a mission to guard the continent like the early elves.

They didn’t establish a nation, only created basic societal structures to maintain a somewhat primitive ecosystem. Like humans and elves, they stationed themselves at "space tunnels," eradicating Astral visitors that might threaten their continent.

However, the prolonged wait was increasingly exasperating.

For countries aware giants had once been vessels for the Demon King, their acceptance of giants was far less than that of elves.

For a millennium, dissenting voices gradually emerged within the Giant Demon Tribe.

"Will our tribe gain recognition by guarding the Giant Plain?"

Once such thoughts arise, they spread like wildfire.

At present, the suppression of space tunnels across the Giant Plain by the Giant Demon Tribe, rather than inheriting ancestral missions, spoke more to fears of external repercussions.

To this day, were it not for giants’ high-rank members applying pressure, they might have already succumbed.

Being potentially comparable to regular major powers, yet maintaining a rather traditional state for their entire ecosystem.

Yet under these conditions, their wandering legendary ritualists suddenly returned with terrifying intelligence.

Their Tunisian adversaries had secretly initialized the Celestial Divine Artifact [Wrath of Tinos].

The target... was the Giant Plain.

Louis furrowed his brow: "Legendary ritualist?"