"So, are you really telling me with these negative actions that you don't want to participate in this war at all?"
At this time, there were not many gods standing on the vast and solemn ground. A rough estimate showed that there were only about five or six of them.
From this point alone, it can be seen that although the world of Faerun faces many difficulties, it has not yet become completely corrupt to the point of being beyond salvation.
"Your Majesty, the Respected Divine King, please forgive me... I... I voluntarily give up my throne!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the god stretched out his right hand without hesitation.
He grabbed it with force, and in an instant, a dazzling light flashed, and his priesthood and the divine nature that symbolized supreme power slowly emerged above the hall.
"I am the God of Windward Grass. I solemnly declare that I voluntarily give up my godhood and priesthood!"
As his unwavering words rang out, it seemed as if the whole world was shaken.
Then, he loudly declared to the world consciousness in the endless void:
"From now on, I will no longer serve as Windward Grass and Tranquility!"
Just after he made this declaration, a shocking scene occurred—the extremely weak divine power that was originally almost imperceptible in his body suddenly dropped rapidly like a tide.
You know, under the weak divine power, it is the holy realm.
And in Krober's world, the sanctuary only corresponds to the existence of the mythical beast knight level.
However, even in a relatively weak world like Krober, the Phantom Beast Knights could not be considered powerful.
What's more, this is the mysterious world of Faerun, which is full of powerful people!
Here, even a strong man from the Holy Land could only get a slightly higher position in a small city-state.
"Me too."
One of them spoke softly, his voice trembling slightly, as if his heart was full of contradictions and struggles.
"I'm sorry, Lord Sun God, I also voluntarily give up..."
Several more people echoed this, their eyes flickering, not daring to look directly at Pero's majestic face.
The figures of these five or six people seemed small and fragile, and the divinity and priesthood they possessed were too weak compared to those of other gods.
Moreover, most of these priesthoods have nothing to do with fierce battles, such as happiness, tranquility, and peace.
To let such a group of people go onto the cruel and bloody battlefield is undoubtedly equivalent to pushing them into the abyss of death.
They had neither the strength to resist the enemy nor the courage and determination to face the dangers of battle.
"It's fine if you give up voluntarily, let's go..."
Pero sighed slightly, then waved his hand gently, indicating that those people could leave.
There was a hint of helplessness in his eyes, but more of it was pity for these weak people.
Following Pero's gesture, the five or six people turned around and left in a hurry as if they had been pardoned.
Their steps seemed hurried and flustered, as if they were afraid that Pero would suddenly change his mind and force them to stay and join the battle.
However, as they gradually moved away from where Pero was, they couldn't help but feel a sense of loss and self-blame in their hearts.
After all, choosing to retreat at such a critical moment is not a glorious thing for any god.
"Alright, everyone. Since there are already some redundant godheads and priesthoods on this battlefield, I think it would be better if we each selected an appropriate individual from our respective factions to absorb these powers."
As the voices rang out, everyone had entered the critical stage of benefit distribution.
There is no doubt that under the current circumstances, the five most powerful gods with great divine power will naturally take the lead.
Therefore, what Pero said was actually directed at the other four gods sitting on the chairs.
Krober and the others remained silent, seemingly tacitly approving of Pero's suggestion.
Seeing this, Pero nodded slightly and then said:
"Well, since everyone remains silent, I will assume that everyone agrees with my proposal."
"Then, Oghma, you will take the lead."
As soon as he finished speaking, Oghma nodded slightly, then casually reached out and picked up a divine power and the corresponding priesthood in the field.
You know, although such items seem extremely precious in the eyes of ordinary people, to a top-level being like him, they are not much different from ordinary garbage.
"Next, Corellon."
Hearing the call, Corellon couldn't help but frown slightly and hesitated in his heart.
You know, he has two whole pantheons under his command!
However, the problem facing us at this moment is.
These abandoned divine powers and priesthoods could not be separated individually, so he could only choose a representative of a faction of gods to collect them.
Which god should be chosen to go?
For a moment, Corellon fell into deep thought.
"Elibrin Leosel, you go and choose."
After hesitating for a long time, Corellon finally chose a member of the elven pantheon.
After all, he is the creator of the elves. From an emotional point of view, he will naturally be more partial to his own children.
Elibrin is an important member of the elven pantheon.
He is in charge of gardening, orchards, and harvests, and is deeply respected and loved by the elves.
However, it should be noted that Elibrin's own strength is actually not that strong.
Although he possessed the power of three divine duties, it was only through their synergy that he was able to barely step into the ranks of medium-level divine power.
Furthermore, the most notable feature of this god is not his combat talent, but rather his abilities that are more auxiliary in nature.
For example, he can rely on his deep understanding of the growth laws of all things in nature to skillfully use magic to stimulate the healthy growth of plants.
Or they could cast spells to ensure that the fruits in the orchard are abundant, sweet, and have a good harvest every year.
In short, Elibrin plays an indispensable and important role in promoting resource growth and ensuring ecological balance.
In order to increase the possibility of his child's survival, he gave this opportunity to the other party.
"Okay, what about you, Mistra?"
Mistara reached out, took the godhood of Windward Grass and the priesthood of Tranquility, and threw them to a young god in a wizard robe.
"Here it is, my god of meditation. I hope you can integrate tranquility into your ministry, so that all spellcasters in the world can be blessed with tranquility during meditation."
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