Chapter 165: Everything is a choice of fate

  After a brief fight, both sides fell into another stalemate. From the recent battle, Andrew and Angelina already knew that the power displayed by this war god's chosen warrior was not weaker than either of them. Although Andrew and Angelina both confirmed they could kill her if they worked together, one of them might also suffer significant injuries.

  "There's nothing between us, is there? The war god I serve also hasn't had any conflicts with your gods." The purple-haired woman looked at the two and said: "Just pretend you didn't see me, some secrets aren't for you to know, otherwise... it won't be good for either you or your gods."

  The eyes of the purple-haired warrior didn't reveal a hint of emotion, as if she was stating the most ordinary thing, but the meaning behind her words had a threatening tone. And just like she said, the once-great Forest Goddess had long since fallen, and the Earth God was only worshipped by some farmers for ensuring a good harvest, almost without any other advantages.

  This is not to say that the power they possess themselves is weak, but rather that their influence in the mortal world has greatly diminished from what it once was. These gods who are confined to the divine realm and cannot directly interfere with the mortal world will face the danger of being attacked by other gods if their followers in the mortal world completely disappear.

  Although the gods themselves are already powerful beings, after gaining divinity they can gain the amplitude of their followers' power. When I have the amplification of faith power and you don't, then the divinity in your hands is a thing with no small temptation, having more control over the world is always good.

  Not only did they monopolize a powerful barbarian tribe as their vassal, but in the Central Plains, there were also many followers of the war god. Even if it wasn't considered one of the strongest gods, it was still not a declining forest goddess or a dull earth god that could be opposed to. This is exactly what the purple-haired warrior chosen by the gods meant: the affairs of the war god are not something you can control.

  "Now fallen to the lower wind, you can still say such a thing!" The elf's face turned ugly, as the founder of the once glorious empire, the elves were still clinging to that long-lost glory. That arrogant attitude like the master of all things made most intelligent races feel very ridiculous and disgusted.

  The woman in front of her, with a beautiful and elegant appearance, was furious at the threat to her divine authority. She almost gritted her teeth as she said: "It just so happens that this inexplicable ghost place can't receive messages from the gods, I think you should also be affected? Otherwise, you wouldn't have run out of there like your war god reporting progress. And that means... even if we kill you here, no one will know it was us who did it!"

  The elf's longbow, which had just been put down, was raised again to aim at the purple-haired warrior. However, the elf, enraged, let out harsh words. But when it was time to start fighting, she began to hesitate. Various possibilities appeared in her mind, making her unable to shoot the arrow in her hand. The threat of the purple-haired warrior had taken effect.

  "Are you worried that she has a way to contact the war god, or are you worried that you can't really kill her?" Three identical silhouettes appeared on top of the thick stone wall that Andrew had raised, their silver hair reflecting a soft glow under the moonlight. They strolled leisurely through the forest and finally arrived at this place when the two divine warriors chased them out. They already knew the final location.

  “……”

  "Don't look at us with that inquiring gaze, for we can no longer predict the outcome of this battle, even though we've seen her appearance." Three voices with different tones spoke simultaneously, and the Moon Goddess's chosen warriors still spoke as one entity. The girls standing on the high wall with pink lips said: "However, we don't know her name. This makes us only vaguely sense it, but can't see the trajectory of her fate in the river of destiny. However... probably we won't be able to keep her."

  "We have five people. And now there's the moon too." Andrew shook his head, covered in rocks, and said to the purple-haired God-chosen warrior holding a sword on high alert: "No matter what, she can't escape, even the magical spirits have been eliminated by Angelina's exorcism ring, and even if she had brought magic teleportation, it would be useless."

  In the distant forest, birds were startled by something and let out an unusually harsh cry towards the sky. This sound that broke the silence was like a signal, causing a spirit to loosen its grip on the bowstring, and the light arrow that had been aimed at the purple-haired warrior flew out. The giant of the rocks began to charge again, and several black rock spikes grew on the originally flat surface of the rock armor, shining like metal and revealing their sharpness.

  The warrior of the Three Months God sighed, although he already knew that this battle was a futile act, but still hand in hand from under the high wall as light as feathers floated down. The white and tender palm grasped at the void as if it had grasped the moonlight, and out of thin air appeared a long sword made of white light beams, dispersing to the periphery of the battlefield and occupying one corner of it, without any calculation forming the most perfect equilateral triangle, surrounding the purple-haired warrior who was avoiding arrows and giant rocks in the center.

  The purple-haired warrior, completely at a disadvantage and only able to defend passively, twisted her waist again to dodge Andrew's rock-like fist, swung her sword to shatter an arrow of light that was about to hit her, dodged behind Andrew's tall body, and took advantage of the gap before he could retract his strength to pull out a flying knife from her waist and throw it at the Moon God warrior who had already inserted his long sword into the ground and began muttering to himself.

  A flying knife, whistling with a sharp and powerful force, flew straight towards the face of a Moon Goddess warrior. However, facing such an attack, she not only didn't show any intention to dodge but also didn't have the intention to knock down the flying knife. The next second, the flying knife hit the girl's forehead, shattering her skull which wasn't particularly solid, and sank deep into it until the handle was buried.

  "It's useless!" The sprite lowered her body and ran around the outer circle, bypassing the rocks that blocked her shot, continuing to disrupt Andrew's battle with the purple-haired warrior with astonishingly accurate archery. Seeing the opportunity to attack the Moon Goddess Warrior, she sneered: "Under the moonlight, no one can kill the Moon Goddess Warrior!"

  It was as if the words of the spirit had verified it, and the moon goddess warrior who had been stabbed in the forehead did not fall. Just after the spirit's words fell, the flying knife that was originally inserted into her head, with only the handle exposed, fell from the girl's forehead as if it had lost its sharpness when piercing human flesh. The smooth forehead didn't even have a scar, as if the flying knife that had just been stuck in it was just an illusion.

  Bang! The giant fist of the rock struck the abdomen of the purple-haired warrior, and several rays of light pierced her chest as she flew up. From behind, a flying hook pierced her body, taking away a large amount of blood and flesh from the woman. The originally lean chest now only had half left, and through the broken hole in the chest, you could see the liver in the abdomen and the slowly crawling white intestines. The left lung was missing more than half, trembling like a broken bellows, constantly bleeding with the woman's breathing.

  The Moon Goddess Warrior, who had been preparing for half a day, finally completed the divine technique she was going to cast. The three-colored moonlight condensed from the air into a beam of light chain, binding the purple-haired warrior's body and connecting it to the moonlight long sword inserted into the ground, followed by a sudden contraction and tightening.

  The sudden force made her, who was already having trouble standing, be pulled down and directly kneel on the ground. However, even such a miserable state couldn't change the calmness in her eyes. The green light flickered in her damaged chest cavity. Fortunately, those few arrow feathers didn't hurt her heart, which meant that the power granted to her by the war god hadn't disappeared. As long as she waited for just a little while longer, the damaged opening would be fully repaired.

  "Tell us the truth now and you won't have to suffer like this! There's still one chance in front of you, tell us everything you know!" The elf walked up to the defeated purple-haired warrior with his longbow, took a glance at the flesh and bones growing on his chest wound, then stared into the still silent purple-haired Divine Warrior's eyes and said: "If that's the case, we might be able to let you off this easily, otherwise..."

  "You see, isn't this a success?" Andrew said as the rocks on his body receded into the ground, looking at the three Moonsoul Warriors walking over. "That's why you have to try things out for yourself to confirm whether they'll work or not. Just relying on observations of fate won't get you anywhere, and you've also said that there are many threads of fate."

  The three girls did not respond to Andrew's words, but instead continued to stare at this seemingly simple-minded man, as if they wanted to imprint his appearance deep into their minds. This eerie behavior made Andrew somewhat uneasy, and he asked uncertainly: "What's wrong?"

  "We'll remember your face." The three girls surrounding Andrew said, "We've spent some time together and received a lot of care from you in ordinary times. Although these are all choices of fate, we still thank you for what you did. Let me take a good look at your face during this period before you die... otherwise, we will forget."

  "Die? Why... Haha... Are you guys trying to scare me?" Andrew laughed and said: "Just because I said your prediction was inaccurate, you're scaring me like this? Okay okay... I apologize to you guys, it's not your fault... Ah~ This is all fate's choice..."

  A gentle breeze blew by, and Andrew's smiling face suddenly looked a bit stunned. The words he had intended to say got stuck in his throat. A small wound slowly appeared on his neck, and behind him... a petite figure had somehow appeared there.