"Indeed, the elemental pantheon and the remnants of the Nether have decided to participate in this crucial war and dedicate their power to the continuation of the entire world."
Mistral also expressed his agreement and support for this proposal.
Although she herself was not keen on building a huge power, she was driven by the ambitions of her subordinates and had to adapt to the situation.
The elemental pantheon she carefully crafted not only includes powerful gods representing various elements, but also many small gods of various shapes and sizes who have joined her camp.
Like the so-called God of Five-Colored Stone, who controls colorful stones.
For example, the God of Rhinoceros Beetles also possesses unique and strange abilities.
Although these minor gods have relatively weak combat capabilities, they are still gods after all, and can more or less play a certain role in battle.
Even if they unfortunately died on the battlefield, Mystra would not feel too sad, because in her opinion, they were just flatterers who followed the wind.
As long as we can successfully curb the demons' continued expansion and spread, we can have as many gods at the bottom as we want.
"Of course I have no opinion!"
Krober's mental power fluctuated.
"Honestly, I can't wait to see how troublesome these demons are!"
At this moment, he was the only one who had not expressed his opinion, but it was obvious that he had no resistance to this decision.
You know, Krober's purpose in coming to participate in the Pantheon this time is very clear - that is to form an alliance with the gods of the world of Faerun, and work hand in hand to resist the demon army from the abyss.
After all, if he relied solely on his own strength, it would be difficult to compete with those powerful and evil demons.
When he thought of this, a hint of determination flashed in Krober's eyes.
"Great! Since the five of us have unanimously approved this proposal, let's quickly announce it to the gods without further delay!"
Pero said excitedly, and a look of joy that was hard to conceal appeared on his originally serious face.
Seeing the other four gods agree, he felt extremely relieved. At least from the current situation, the continent of Faerun was still quite united.
When faced with such a severe threat from foreign enemies, no one had the idea of deserting or betraying the country, which undoubtedly made him full of confidence in the future of the continent of Faerun.
"Can."
"support."
"I don't care..."
“.....”
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"Bang!"
A dull and heavy bell sound, as if coming from the ancient wilderness, echoed throughout the space.
Immediately afterwards, two louder and more rapid "dong dong" bell sounds rang out, exploding like thunder in the ears of the gods present.
The gods who were originally enjoying the joyful atmosphere of the banquet suddenly changed their expressions. Some showed astonishment, while others frowned, with a hint of uneasiness and confusion in their eyes.
Among them were some weak gods who had just been promoted. They had no idea about the sudden bell sound and had no idea what was going on.
Full of curiosity and confusion, they were about to ask their companions about the situation. However, before they could say anything, they were abruptly interrupted by their friend's quick "silence" gesture.
The friend looked nervous and said to him in a low voice:
"Shut up! Don't talk! Just follow me!"
Similar scenes appeared almost simultaneously in every corner of the spacious and grand hall.
Seeing this, the relatively weaker gods, although full of questions, did not dare to say a word. They could only shut their mouths and quietly observe the actions of the other gods around them.
At the same time, those powerful beings with medium-level divine power or above seemed much calmer.
Although they were also a little uneasy, they did not show it.
He just raised his head slightly, glanced in the direction of the platform, and then took a step without hesitation, walking steadily towards the platform.
Every step carries an invisible pressure that makes people look sideways.
There sat the five strongest gods in the camp of the gods of the continent of Faerun. They were also their backbone.
Seeing that almost all the gods had arrived, the sun god Pero, who was sitting in the center, spoke.
"Everyone..."
Pero's voice was deeper and more serious than before.
"Everyone...War is coming!"
Upon hearing about the war, most of the gods present fell into panic.
The vast majority of them are those with weak divine power or low-level divine power.
The rest are a small number of medium-power gods, most of whom are war-weary and peace-loving.
Looking at the chaotic scene below, Pero did not stop their thoughts.
They are just cannon fodder, without even a path of their own. Calling them gods is an insult to oneself.
But just because Pero can bear it doesn't mean Krober can.
He has always been strict in military discipline. How could he allow a bunch of weak and useless people to make such a fool of themselves in front of him?
"That's enough! Who are you crying for?"
Krober slammed his chair, and his aura surged.
Perhaps sensing Krober's anger, the originally clear sky became covered with dark clouds, and rumbling thunder was heard inside.
Purple thunder rolled in the dark clouds, as if it was about to fall at any time.
Seeing this, the group of crying gods below did not dare to make a sound. They huddled together tremblingly, fearing that a bolt of lightning would come down from above their heads and turn them into charcoal.
"He's a god after all! The weakest one has reached the legendary stage. How can he be so scared of fighting a demon?"
"If you can be a god, then be one. If you can't, then throw away your priesthood and godhood and get out of here!"
Krober was very dissatisfied with these guys.
He doesn't want to fight alongside this group of pig teammates.
As we were fighting, they ran away faster than each other, and only a few of us were left.
If this is the case, it would be better for them to leave their divinity and priesthood to those who need them.
That’s right, Krober was talking about the coalition forces under his command.
He was worried that he didn't have many people available under his command.
"MD, until this moment, I didn't realize the gap between the two worlds."
Harold, the Orichalcum Dragon Knight of the Seven Kingdoms, can be considered a top figure, but among this group of gods, he is at best a medium-level god of power, and that's even considering the combat power of the Orichalcum Dragon itself.
If it is counted alone, it is probably just a weak divine power.
With such a huge fighting force, are you still afraid of fighting?
TMD!
What a waste of resources!
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