Golden Dragon: Six Thousand Years of Empire-Chapter 689 - 392: The Elf God’s Malice, the Fulfillment of the Prophecy? (Part 2)

Chapter 689: Chapter 392: The Elf God’s Malice, the Fulfillment of the Prophecy? (Part 2)

Only a small number of lower elves, who possess talents superior to their kin or dare to fight and kill, have to some extent changed their own destinies and gained higher social status than before.

The real issue, namely the inequality between the levels of the elf bloodline, has not been changed in the slightest by Parvati, and of course, no one expected her to be able to change these.

This is something that only the Divine can achieve, and no one would blame this governing demigod for it; everyone in the Elf Court feels she has done well enough.

But when the power and favor from the Blood Clan Grand Duke descended, everything became different.

As an elderly lower elf who lived a mediocre life, bullied and enslaved by the high elves all his life.

If one knew of a chance to be reborn, to change one’s bloodline, to gain stronger longevity and power, would one hesitate? Or would one end one’s life so bleakly just to maintain an elf honor that one never possessed?

This is a question that needs no hesitation, let alone for a lower elf; even high elves nearing the end of their life would embrace the blood.

It is not that living for thousands of years makes one unwilling to live; the love for life is a biological instinct. It is not that experiencing the long years makes one unwilling to go through them again. Otherwise, why would the Divine strive for immortality, exhausting every means, just to ensure that they maintain their immortal status?

The disaster of the Eternal Night Shadow originates from this and is the most troubling aspect for the governing demigod of the Elf Court because it precisely hits the defects of the Elf Court.

Moreover, this defect is something she cannot avoid or change, so she can only approach the source of this calamity, attempting to resolve the problem from the root.

"Grandfather, would you believe me if I said I knew nothing about this?"

Hearing Noah’s words, Wayne stood up straight and said with a smile.

"As the Blood Clan Grand Duke, how could you not know about the exponential increase of your bloodline?"

Although the innate talent for lie detection did not react to what this great-nephew said, Noah did not blindly believe it, because only extracting part of a lie can achieve the effect of deception, even more frightening than the lie itself.

"Initially, I indeed didn’t know; I didn’t know that my bloodline had spread to Central Earth."

Wayne explained.

"Then later you knew, but you did not stop it?"

"I couldn’t think of a reason to stop it. Whether from my own position or for your sake, Uncle-Grandfather, I didn’t understand why I should curb my bloodline’s expansion in Central Earth."

The Blood Clan Monarch, seemingly the incarnation of the eternal night, answered calmly.

He saw no issue with his bloodline running rampant in the kingdom of the Elf Court. He hadn’t even orchestrated it and yet achieved such effects, so he had nothing to explain.

"You say that, but aren’t you going to meet your sister?"

Noah extended his dragon claw, scratched his chin slightly feeling a headache. He was, of course, quite pleased to see the elves having bad luck, but the sudden deterioration of the originally mundane relationship between the siblings was something he wasn’t happy to witness.

"No, I think meeting would only waste time, and besides, unnecessary conflict would arise."

Wayne shook his head slightly, refusing his sister’s request for contact. With a little forethought, one could guess what demands this sister would make of him, and he had no intention of satisfying them. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Why should he satisfy them? What good does the rise of Central Earth do for him? He is the second generation Undying King. The rise of the elves will certainly lead to them first suppressing the northern attack, retaliating for all the losses and harms they suffered in the previous wars.

"Unnecessary conflict? If your bloodline continues to rampage unchecked, you and your sister will inevitably have a battle, and by then, how do you plan to conclude it?"

Noah sighed, remembering that ominous prophecy. He genuinely didn’t want to see siblings destroy each other, although that spear of destiny, which guaranteed a certain hit, was still in his hand. But with the current trend, who knows what might happen?

"Uncle-Grandfather, I know you are reminding me to heed the prophecy, but if fate is truly set, then let it unfold. I don’t think my sister could harm me."

Wayne’s tone remained unchanged from before, speaking straightly, as if narrating the most normal, reasonable matter.

"Don’t get too cocky, she is chosen by the Seven Gods, and while your strength now is not weak, your sister is too unusual. According to the prophecy, you are the ultimate loser!"

"Uncle-Grandfather, if you say so, then I might as well look forward to it."

Wayne’s lips curved into a smile, an apparent emotion finally appeared on his face, an expectation mixed with restlessness.

"..."

Noah was speechless, having nothing more to say. Parvati requested a meeting, which Wayne refused, so this disaster arising from the natural spread of the bloodline of the Blood Clan has a high probability of leading the current Great Governor of the elves to a grand battle with the perpetrator behind this.

The outcome remains uncertain; the so-called prophecy is not absolute, merely an image among endless future possibilities.

The future is immutable by nature; no one can be sure. But with the current trend of developments, this battle seems unavoidable.

"I’ve said all I needed to say; the rest is up to you. I have just one requirement: you can severely injure Parvati, but considering your shared bloodline, spare her life."

"Alright."

Wayne agreed resolutely, he had no doubts about his ability to kill Parvati, which was his confidence. Although a Divine once gave a prophetic revelation, he wanted to challenge this fairytale,

"Uncle-Grandfather, I would like to know, did you say anything similar to Parvati? Asking her to be merciful?"

"Is it necessary to tell her that? Could she kill you?"

Noah glanced at the young man before him, this formidable and terrifying Blood Clan Grand Duke was merely a clone of Wayne, or rather, it could be his true body.

Having witnessed the manner in which Wayne played with the Blood Clan, Noah offered such a reminder because he could not conceive how Parvati could still win, even with the favor of the Divine.

"Perhaps she could!"

"Go now, notify me when you start fighting, I’d need a spot to watch."

"I will reserve the best seat for you, Uncle-Grandfather."

"Tsk."

As the image of the young man morphed into a plume of shadow, dispersing before him, Noah pondered for a moment, then took out a skeleton enshrouded by layers of seals, a skull with a crystal-like texture infused with divinity, and a toothpick-like wood thorn embedded in its forehead.

This was the Spear of Destiny bestowed by the Elf God, yet it remained in his hand.

"What would possibly happen that it would slip from my grasp?"

Unable to figure it out, Noah soon thought he might be on the wrong track.

After he conveyed Wayne’s refusal to meet to Parvati, less than three days later, a Divine Descent occurred in the Elf Court, where a grey-robed Elf God descended during the Divine Descent ritual, bestowing yet another wooden spear.

"Heh? What kind of rotten tree, can’t run out of wood?"

Upon receiving the news, Noah couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh,

"Someday I’ll chop you down!"

For he felt malice from the Elf God System, because among the various armaments the Elf God bestowed, only that Spear of Destiny was most extraordinary, yet now there’s a second one.

"Uncle-Grandfather, I once promised you I wouldn’t let the prophecy come true, and now I must apologize."

Parvati’s figure, exceptionally rare, appeared in Elisium.

She could not resolve the innate bloodline inequality within the Elf Clan, but she must suppress the power escalating conflicts.