“Wait… Your Majesty Losia, that’s not what I meant.”
The Wind God waved his hand repeatedly, opening the divine kingdom and sending down a high-ranking god.
"This is one of my messengers. He has volunteered to challenge the Seraphim of the Holy Light Pantheon. If he is fortunate enough to withstand the Seraphim for half an hour or more, then we will proceed as we proposed. Otherwise, we will proceed as Lord Jiang proposed. What do you all think?"
"Um...?"
Upon hearing this, all the gods, including Jiang Yan, looked over.
An ordinary, unremarkable wind-elemental high god.
"He can last half an hour against a Seraph? Aurelion, have you lost your mind?"
"An ant who isn't even a god, utterly ignorant. You don't actually think that wind magic is so powerful that even a seraph can't hit you, do you?"
Several deities sneered.
"I'm giving you the chance. Tell me yourself," the Wind God said calmly.
"Yes, Lord Wind God." The Wind God's messenger bowed, his voice trembling.
He glanced furtively at the twelve powerful six-winged angels behind Jiang Yan, and suddenly felt more at ease.
Other pantheons haven't even awakened a single true god yet, but the Holy Light pantheon has already seen all its seraphim appear. This can't be without a price!
Thinking back to the information he had gathered on various battlefields during this period.
These seraphim, despite being at the level of chief gods, couldn't even handle a few mere high-ranking god lords.
There's only one possibility: their strength has been greatly reduced!
The Wind God's Messenger grew increasingly excited. If nothing unexpected happened, he would have remained just an ordinary high-ranking god for the rest of his life.
However, if one can perform meritorious service at such a crucial moment, there is a high probability that the Wind God will bestow upon them a divine position as a reward.
Becoming a supreme god is within reach; this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, worth the gamble!
Thinking of this, he took a deep breath: "My lords, thanks to the great Wind God's favor, I am confident that I have cultivated the wind elemental laws to a state of perfection. Even if I am no match for the Seraphim, I can definitely hold out for half an hour. If I fail, I am willing to scatter my divine soul to atone for my sins. Please grant my request, my lords."
Upon hearing this, the various deities were somewhat surprised.
"Fine, Aurelion, these are your men, you decide for yourself."
After a moment's hesitation, the several deities pondered.
"Alright." Feng Shen nodded slightly and looked at Jiang Yan, saying, "What do you think?"
Seeing everyone's reaction, Jiang Yan narrowed his eyes slightly.
He casually flipped through the Book of Creation a few times, then sent a few words to Losia before smiling and saying, "Since your esteemed envoy is so confident, I am naturally willing to grant your request."
"Then it's settled."
After signing the covenant between the realms, several god-lords made their move and created an arena space in the air.
The messenger of the wind god walked onto the stage with an excited expression.
Which one would you like to challenge?
"I choose the Etiquette Angel, please enlighten me."
The Wind God's messenger hesitated for a moment before making up his mind.
He originally intended to choose the Commanding Angel he had encountered before, but now that there were two that had not yet been upgraded to the level of a main god, they were naturally a better choice.
He was naturally familiar with the twelve seraphim of Heaven, who were renowned for their power.
These two, one ranked second to last and the other third to last, have a better chance of winning.
"Alright, Flora, go and meet him."
A smile appeared on Jiang Yan's face.
He just did two things with the Book of Genesis.
First, it activated the supreme divine art of fate weaving, slightly interfering with fate.
Secondly, a large amount of soul crystals were spent inquiring about one matter.
"Yes, Holy Lord."
Floria appeared in the arena in a flash, her face suddenly darkening.
What does it mean to choose her?
Did they mistake her for last place?
A mere ant of the wind element dares to openly provoke a Seraph; it's utterly courting death.
"Let's begin."
Seeing that the two were in place, Jiang Yan chuckled.
The words had barely left his mouth.
A golden light unfolded beneath Floria's feet.
The Wind God's messenger, who was still considering whether to test the waters with a direct confrontation, was horrified to find that he could not move.
How could that be!
This is not what I imagined!
"To blaspheme the Holy Light is the greatest offense."
Before he could figure out what was going on, a phantom palace descended from the sky amidst a dazzling golden light.
The Wind God's messenger's physical body instantly disintegrated inch by inch, and even his divine soul was crushed.
"Pathetic." Floria frowned, withdrew her golden light, and flew back behind Jiang Yan.
The battle ended so quickly that the watching gods were all stunned.
"Didn't you say that you've already reached a state of perfection and can last for half an hour without any problem?!"
"Didn't even last a second?"
The Wind God's expression was particularly ugly; he wished he could resurrect him and then slap him to death.
"So, I guess I win?"
Jiang Yan spoke up, reminding him, "Then let's go with my suggestion?"
"That's all we can do. It's all that useless thing's fault."
The gods looked at each other, some of them unwilling. They had signed a pact with the other realms beforehand, and even if they didn't want to, it was no use.
"Very well, then let all realms come and witness this."
As the gods nodded, an immeasurable will descended.
[A total of 105 pantheons have reached a consensus to form the Alliance of Gods. Each seat, including those for general deities, will have one vote. The deity with the most votes will become the alliance leader, and will, to some extent, coordinate the resource allocation among the pantheons. Each deity has one minute to vote; failure to vote within the allotted time will be considered an abstention. Voting will now begin.]
“On behalf of the two pantheons of Holy Light and Undead, I cast 1036 votes for myself.”
Jiang Yan smiled.
A virtual leaderboard appeared, and Jiang Yan's name instantly appeared at the top, followed by 1036 votes.
"Space pantheon, 23 votes, I'll vote for myself."
The Lord of Space stepped forward.
"You have twenty-three divine positions?" Jiang Yan frowned. As far as he knew, the Space System had a total of 16 fixed divine positions and 5 universal divine positions, for a total of 21.
"yes."
The Space God chuckled softly: "I forgot to mention, I did a small favor for the various realms before and received two universal godhoods as a reward."
Smiles also appeared on the faces of the other deities.
One by one, they stepped forward to vote.
"Fire element, nineteen votes, for the Space God Lord, Helenzollr."
"Wind element, eighteen votes, for the Space God."
“...”
As the gods voted, the number following the Space God Lord quickly caught up.
Seeing this, Jiang Yan suddenly realized what was going on.
He had always felt that something was wrong.
An ambiguous method of determining the number of votes based on the names of deities.
And the ridiculous act of allowing the messenger of the wind god to challenge the seraphim.
The purpose was to lower his guard and get him to agree to form an alliance.
In fact, these pantheons have always held two additional votes, totaling 1038 divine positions.
It's likely that the Space God Lord had made prior agreements with other pantheons, promising not to do anything that would harm them after becoming the leader, which is why he gained their support.
Fortunately, he knew the total number of godhoods of the other party in advance through the Book of Genesis.
Judging by the time, Losia should be back with her people by now.
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