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Investing more is sothing that all the major nations do, especially those caught between the great powers, they simply want to profit as much as possible from the struggle of the giants.
Even if that profit is only short-term.
But now, as the war spread, everyone finally realized that sothing was amiss.
The Divine Favored Army of Briania, composed of the Chosen and the Praying Legion, was fully capable of overwhelming the goblin empire.
The so-called request for nations to assist in quelling the rebellion was rely for them to witness.
For them to witness that even the once-mighty goblin empire, under Briania's targeting, had to completely decline.
This was a warning as well as a deterrence!
The Crusaders were telling the world in their own way not to always try to harbor inappropriate thoughts about their beloved gods through petty ans.
Now, it was confird that this effect was unexpectedly good.
The greater the casualties when the nations faced the goblin empire's legions alone, the more it demonstrated the strength of the goblin empire.
Yet such a powerful empire, in the face of Briania, showed a one-sided collapse.
Unapologetically speaking, the near invincible war combination constituted by Chosen Praying Legion thoroughly defeated the spirits of the collaborating nations after so many battles.
Since Divine Briania could directly annihilate the goblin empire, perhaps it was ti to consider, from another angle, that eradicating their own nation might not be too difficult.
Chosen...
Were these people truly divine-chosen war machines?
At that mont, the battle will of the Elf Rangers plumted to rock bottom.
Just then, amidst howling winds in the sky, a youth with a pair of enormous energy wings descended from the heavens.
The adult Kael, having shed so of his naïveté, now possessed a more solemn temperant... and an undeniable might.
Seeing Kael's arrival, the previously stern Elanna's ice lted, and she blood into a bright smile:
"You've worked hard."
Kael shook his head, "Not at all, the Denis people are indeed strong; unabashedly speaking, if they are given a proper battlefield, their powers could exponentially increase."
A silence fell over the crowd, mouths agape, unsure of what to say.
But they weren't fools.
Compared to that girl suspected to be Chosen, this youth radiated an almost overwhelming divine aura.
Unapologetically speaking, just by standing there, this youth could make one instinctively feel "danger" and "submission," and perhaps so female elves might even experience a racing heart and weak knees?
Adela felt her words caught in her throat, and only after a long pause did she manage to let out a shrill cry:
"Divine Favored!? Why is there a Divine Favored here?"
Silence pervaded the scene, no one spoke imdiately, one could only hear the irregular breathing of a group of Elf Rangers.
"Good eye, at least much better than that capable female elf before and those Denis people."
Kael consciously made his voice sound colder.
In fact, such a move really resonated with the thoughts of the elves.
The group of Elf Rangers instantly understood and felt boundless fear.
Compared to the madman who screams, "I want none of your descendants to survive," or the war lunatic who laughs while proclaiming, "My lord, I love war," Kael's aloof attitude conveyed a deeper terror.
If you see a Madman, your first instinct would be to beat him senseless. If that doesn't wake him, then again and again, you'd awaken his regret through reprimand.
If it's a war lunatic, it's even simpler: this clash of intelligence and strength only requires you to outmaneuver the opponent strategically and tactically to turn all insecurities into strong confidence.
But when you're facing Kael...
He wouldn't tell you why he's destroying you, or the world; it's as if he just happened to pass by, glanced at the situation, and without hesitation, handed down his punishnt.
This baseless fear feels like it's telling you:
"Destroying you, what does it have to do with you?"
Accompanied by a crash, everyone looked towards the source of the noise, where an Elf Ranger's Ranger Bow had fallen to the ground.
A smile flickered across Willfo's face.
Scared? Terrified? Even too afraid to hate?
If you're too afraid, that's expected because you're now facing my liege, whom I am pledging allegiance to. I am most certain that with his leadership, I will certainly reach higher places than I am now.
Willfo made no attempt to conceal his deep-seated ambition, virtually laying out his thoughts for everyone to see.
"Drop your bows, and spare your lives!"
He cried out.
"Drop your bows, and spare your lives!"
"Drop your bows, and spare your lives!"
"Drop your bows, and spare your lives!"
The surrounding Rangers also roared fervently.
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