After someone took the lead, those gods who still had blood in their veins or were reluctant to give up their own divinity solemnly signed their names on the contract one after another.
However, there are still some gods who have not made up their minds.
Some of them are caught in a difficult trade-off, and they are still hesitant about whether to participate in this battle;
Others, blinded by greed, tried to keep the precious godhood in their hands while avoiding being thrown into the flames of war.
However, how could the five powerful beings above tolerate these gods to continue delaying?
"What do you think of the rest of you guys?"
"Should we fight or retreat?"
Mistra finally couldn't contain her anger and shouted.
Although she is the goddess of magic and controls the endless magical secrets of the world, her temper is not as gentle as people imagine.
At this moment, looking at the group of young gods below who were still hesitating there, her heart was like a lit powder keg, and her irritability surged and was difficult to contain.
You know, Mistra also came step by step from the distant ancient times.
At the beginning, she was just an ordinary human mage who embarked on the path to becoming a god.
Having experienced countless storms and hardships along the way, she has deep feelings for the vast continent of Faerun.
In her opinion, this emotion was no less than that of any god.
Now, when she saw how cowardly these so-called "younger generations" were, besides the raging fire of anger, an indescribable sense of sadness emerged in her heart.
This sadness comes from concerns about the future of the gods, as well as from memories and regrets of the past.
"I'll give you five minutes. If you haven't made a choice yet, I will consider it as you voluntarily giving up your position as God!"
The elven god Corellon said this with a stern expression, and slowly drew out the sword at his waist that was flashing with cold light.
At this moment, his heart was burning with anger, and it could be said that his anger was no less than that of Mistra.
He could never have imagined that during the time he was recuperating from his injuries, the gods of the continent of Faerun would actually fall into such a miserable state, and even lost their will to fight!
Thinking of this, Corellon couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
He turned around and looked around at the gods of the elven pantheon and the life pantheon behind him, and was pleased to find that all the gods were following him unwaveringly, and not one of them showed the slightest fear or retreat.
Seeing this, Corellon secretly breathed a sigh of relief:
"Fortunately, the two pantheons I lead haven't yet produced any cowardly, traitorous losers. Otherwise, I would have been completely disgraced."
However, at this moment, Corellon suddenly noticed with his keen insight that Pero, who was sitting in the middle seat, looked a little strange.
So, he looked down along Pero's gaze, and sure enough, he saw several gods of the solar system among the group of gods who had not yet made a decision.
And the God of Colorful Shells was prominently among them.
At this moment, the God of Colorful Shells, who was under the gaze of the two great divine powers, was in extreme struggle and entanglement.
After a fierce ideological struggle, he gritted his teeth, and the bloodiness and dignity in his heart finally prevailed.
"Honorable Sun God, if I unfortunately perish on this cruel battlefield, please take good care of my people and never let them suffer genocide!"
The God of Colorful Shells is not a coward, but he is well aware that he shoulders a responsibility as heavy as a mountain.
You know, although the Colorful Shell Clan is a magical creature, they have almost no combat ability.
The reason why they were able to survive in the dangerous and law-abiding continent of Faerun was entirely due to the dazzling light of the Sun God.
At certain times, colored shells are even regarded by people as the concrete embodiment of the sacred will of the sun god.
Under the protection of the sun god Pero, after thousands of years of accumulation and sedimentation, the Colorful Shell Clan finally succeeded in giving birth to the god before them.
If he really died in this brutal war, then the profound foundation accumulated by the entire Colorful Shell Clan through thousands of years of unremitting efforts would probably vanish in an instant, and all their efforts would be wasted.
Faced with the earnest request of the God of Colored Shells, the Sun God Pero remained silent for a long time...
"No problem. If there ever comes a day when you unfortunately perish in battle, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of the Colorful Shell Clan for you!"
After hearing Pero's resounding promise, the tense face of the God of Colorful Shells instantly relaxed. He laughed heartily and then strode forward without hesitation.
Every step seemed to be taken with firm determination and endless courage, and in the blink of an eye they arrived in front of the mysterious contract.
He took a deep breath, slowly raised his right hand, extended his index finger, and lightly tapped it. A wisp of pure soul power overflowed from his fingertips, like a lively light band, wrapping around his fingers, and finally landing steadily on the contract.
At the same time, the gods standing by and watching could not help but look at each other.
When they saw the God of Colorful Shells make such a decisive decision, they all felt mixed emotions.
Especially those gods who also came from weak tribes were deeply touched.
You know, for them, their own life and death often affects the fate of the entire ethnic group.
Therefore, when faced with such a contract that may affect the future direction of the race, they have to be extremely cautious.
However, after a fierce inner struggle, many gods finally took brave steps.
Some of them had solemn expressions, while others looked resolute, but without exception, everyone's eyes sparkled with eager expectations for the future of the ethnic group.
In this way, more than a dozen gods came to the contract one after another, imitating the actions of the God of Colorful Shells, and left their precious souls on the mysterious contract.
Most of these gods were of humble origins, their tribes were weak, or they were the only god in the entire tribe.
It can be said that they are the only hope of the ethnic group and the backbone supporting the survival and development of the entire ethnic group.
So, it is only natural that they would show some hesitation at such a critical moment.
In the end, only a few gods were left standing on the field.
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