El didn't have much information, only Bai Xi's suspicion about the statue, but that was enough.
He was never one to follow the rules; with just a guess, he could do the most unconventional things, let alone simply smash a statue.
"If it really works for Baixi as you say, I can help you."
The conversation between Gracius and El echoed through the hall, and the angels kept their eyes fixed on the two, ready to attack if they tried to touch the statue.
El closed his eyes and answered softly.
"I am an angel, I don't lie."
Even if his emotions have returned, he is still bound by the rules, and he has no reason to lie about anything related to Bai Xi.
Perhaps sensing the emotions emanating from El, Grescius remained silent for a moment, then left after uttering a single sentence.
"I understand, I will persuade them."
He understood what El had just said: one of him was not enough; six other gods were needed, but that was not a difficult task.
After all, those guys also like Bai Xi.
Thinking of this, Greysius touched his molars, a feeling of displeasure rising in his heart.
After Greysius left, El stood there motionless for a long time. If someone were to observe him closely, they would see that something was wrong with him. His face was paler than before, and his body was even somewhat translucent. He had served the Temple of Angels for countless years and was basically bound to this place.
Now that he has made the choice to let others attack the Temple of Angels, it is tantamount to betrayal.
The rules absolutely forbid it.
In the past, El would never have said these words, but now he withstood the pressure. This is all he can do; the rest depends on how far Greys can go.
The process of breaking free from shackles is always so difficult.
His body slowly knelt down, his mind somewhat dazed, yet a thought arose in his mind.
He hasn't recovered the blank and missing memories yet; perhaps there are more Bai Xis within them.
El slowly closed his eyes, his breath nearly fading away.
The hall was quiet. No angels needed to restrain him; he was so weak that he posed no threat whatsoever.
This is the price he has to pay.
...
"Can."
Arunta's voice rang out in the desert temple. Almost the instant Gretius raised the possibility, he agreed without any hesitation.
"Bai Xi is here to resolve Tartarus and save this continent. If I can't even eliminate the threats that threaten her, then I shouldn't be a god."
He said.
"It seems I really should have come to find you first."
Greysius nodded.
Their condition for becoming gods was to protect this continent. Now that Bai Xi is taking on this responsibility in their place, all her worries must be eliminated.
"Do the others know about this?"
Arunta asked.
"I haven't told them yet."
Greysius didn't usually associate with other gods. In the past, he only had a decent relationship with Arunta, who was the goddess of the earth and was very tolerant. There weren't many hidden agendas, and if there was anything that needed to be discussed, Arunta would usually tell him.
In other words, he could only talk to Arunta in private.
"Okay, I understand."
Arunta pondered for a moment and then said.
Greysius was not a suitable persuader; his taciturn nature would definitely make the other gods think he was not normal.
The two of them tacitly avoided mentioning their feelings for Bai Xi. They both knew that if they brought it up now, the probability of a fight would be high, let alone cooperation.
Before long, the long-dormant council of the gods was convened once again.
This time it's still related to Baixi.
As for the objective, it is, of course, to attack the Temple of Angels.
“If it’s for Baixi, I have no objection, but the Temple of Angels is a very special existence. Even if we work together, it will be difficult to truly conquer it, not to mention that we are also limited by our divine positions.”
Before doing anything, the elder of the twins, Riphia, always considers the cost and consequences. In reality, the return on this matter is terribly low, and there is no guarantee of what will happen in the end. The claim that it poses a threat to Baixi is only the angel's side of the story.
He was only willing to do it because of Bai Xi, but he would never do it blindly.
"Yes, that's right. The source of power for the divine positions is similar to that of the angels. Perhaps if we launch an attack on the Temple of Angels, we will encounter the same situation as El."
Rosette, the god of the sea, was also considering this question.
"The divine position is both authority and limitation."
He said.
"Then should we give up our divine status?"
"My younger brother, Weaver, asked with some confusion."
Upon hearing this, all the gods at the meeting fell silent; it was an option they had never considered before.
"No need."
The God of Light, Nophiel, finally spoke. He seemed unaffected by Riphia's words and remained completely at ease.
"I have always been wary of forces that do not belong to me."
As he spoke, he invoked the authority belonging to the God of Light.
From the beginning of the struggle for the divine throne, Nophiel had doubts about the authority that came with it. However, the situation of humanity was too critical at the time, and he had no other choice but to accept the option of becoming a god. But this did not mean that he would use the divine throne, which would limit his actions, without any reservations.
Since he has already become a god, why would he still be restricted by the rule-makers at a higher level?
Throughout the long years after becoming a god, Nophiel had been trying to find the source of his divine power, hoping to see if there were any more powerful beings lurking in the shadows.
But this pointless conjecture didn't have much impact on his life, so he simply treated it as a pastime.
I thought I wouldn't need anything even if I found something, but I never expected to have the chance to use it today.
"If we limit the output of our divine power until the authority completely darkens, a phantom thread will appear above it."
As Nofel's voice fell, the scepter, which resembled a small sword, began to lose its luster, eventually becoming nothing more than a symbol-like object spinning in the air. Above it, a faint white line, like a wisp of silk or a connecting passage, appeared.
“I’ve always been curious about its purpose, because there are also many more on the Temple of Angels.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a semi-transparent projection of the Temple of Angels appeared on the round table.
"Including every angel."
Nofel continued the demonstration, and each angel looked like a puppet, especially El, who was almost wrapped in a cocoon.
"If my guess is correct, this is the rule of this world."
His words were like bombs, exploding in the minds of almost every god.
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