"Everyone, since some of you are unwilling to participate in this war, we naturally cannot force you to go."
"After all, everyone's perception of danger and responsibility is different."
Pero stood in the center of the tall Pantheon, his voice as loud and solemn as a bell.
"How about this? Gods who don't want to go, voluntarily give up your godhood and priesthood and leave the Pantheon. I swear in the name of the Sun God that I will never hold you accountable for your cowardice."
"This is the choice given to you, and it is also fair to those gods who are willing to stand up and defend justice."
Pero glanced at the numerous gods below, his expression serious and determined.
Upon hearing these words, the already noisy Pantheon fell into silence, followed by a commotion.
The gods below all had expressions of shock on their faces, whispering to each other, with expressions of disbelief in their eyes.
"Wha...what? You want us to voluntarily give up our godhood and priesthood? How is that even possible?!"
A thin male god exclaimed loudly.
He was wearing a gorgeous robe woven from colorful shells, but at this moment he was trembling slightly because of fear and unwillingness.
The god's eyes were wide open, and his pupils were trembling violently with extreme shock.
His originally handsome face was now filled with disbelief and deep reluctance.
You know, he went through untold hardships before finally ascending to the throne of God. Even if he is only a weak and insignificant divine power, he is still a member of the God system!
What an honor and fortune it is to have endless life and to be able to live and die with the whole world.
But now, he is asked to give up all this on his own initiative?
And it was because of a war that seemed to have little to do with him?
However, if he had to participate in this war, he knew very well that he probably wouldn't be able to play much of a role.
After all, he is just a weak colorful shell god, without strong attack power and lacking effective defense means.
The only thing he is good at is his ability in healing.
But in the face of a brutal war, how much effect can this ability have?
Thinking of this, the God of Colorful Shells couldn't help but feel extremely conflicted and painful.
"Great Sun God! Please open your eyes that are so majestic and shining with endless brilliance, and cast your sacred gaze upon my humble body!"
"I am just a tiny and weak colorful shell god, without any fighting ability at all."
"Faced with such a brutal and cruel abyssal demon, I really don't know how to contend with it and fight it."
Thinking of this, the God of Colorful Shells was filled with fear and helplessness. His legs went soft and he could no longer support his body. He fell to his knees on the ground, clasped his hands together, and began to pray devoutly to his God-King.
You know, even a high and mighty god can still attract the attention and concern of other more powerful gods through this kind of prayer.
At this moment, the Sun God Pero, who was on the high platform, suddenly exclaimed:
"Hmm?" His keen perception was instantly attracted by the strong prayer signal sent by the God of Colorful Shells.
"Oh, it's him..."
Pero narrowed his eyes slightly, and relevant information about the God of Colorful Shells quickly emerged in his mind.
Pero was actually quite familiar with this God of Colorful Shells.
After all, Colorful Babes are an extremely rare race of magical creatures on the continent of Faerun.
Their most notable feature is their stunningly beautiful appearance.
Under the warm and bright sunlight, they can emit a colorful, dreamy and strange light.
It is precisely because of this unique and charming appearance that colorful shells have become the object of pursuit, collection and careful care by many intelligent races.
Moreover, since the colorful shells must rely on the sun's illumination to emit that dazzling light, the entire colorful shell clan had long ago solemnly sworn an oath to the great sun god Pero, expressing their eternal loyalty to him.
Naturally, the God of Colorful Shells became one of Pero's many subordinate gods.
"Even without combat capabilities, I can still perform logistical work. Besides, I've become a god after all. Can't I even clean up some demonic scum?"
Krober couldn't understand it at all. You are a god, but you still say that you can't fight. Even if you use divine power to bombard, you can kill a lot of low- and middle-level demons, right?
I'm not asking you to fight a demon of the same level. Don't you even know how to use dimensionality reduction attacks?
Then what’s the use of you, the so-called God of Colorful Shells?
As a vase?
He, Krober, also started out as a vase, but he has also come this far.
Hearing what Krober said, Pero nodded in agreement.
"That's right. Either give up your godhood or join the war. As for those gods who are not good at fighting and are weak but have auxiliary priesthoods, I can assign them to the rear support troops."
Pero also didn't want to give up any available combat power.
Compared to the last world-destroying war, the combat force they dispatched this time is not even half of the previous one. If the losses are too great, the chances of winning will be very uncertain.
"really."
"agree."
"Don't look at me, I have no objection."
Seeing that the five great gods at the top had expressed their attitudes, the guys below gave up their own little thoughts and began to hesitate whether to join the war or not.
Divinity and priesthood are naturally very important to them.
But no matter how important it is, it is not as important as your own life.
If not...
"Don't even think about temporarily agreeing and then slowly working your way through. All the gods who agree to participate in the war must sign a contract with me. If you break the contract, I will make you experience something more painful than death!"
At this time, Oghma, the God of Knowledge, took out a huge scroll with some treaties densely written on it.
Most of them are treaties that urge the contractors to fight.
However, this contract can only bind the gods of higher powers and those below them.
Although Oghma is a great divine power, it is still difficult for him to easily control the great divine power and those powerful gods through a contract.
"I...I choose to fight."
A god with an eagle's head, a human body, and a pair of brown wings behind him stood up.
It was obvious that he had mustered up the courage to join the battle this time. Although his body was trembling a little, he still walked forward firmly and left a trace of his soul on the contract.
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