Chapter 594, The Chosen Ones

That the pastor lady would be chosen as the winner was beyond Aaron's expectation.

Eleanor's bloodline should be less than half moon elf and more than half human blood. Could it be that even a half-elf of this level would be selected as the chosen one?

Moreover, Eleanor is already the chosen one of Selun. She has more than one mark of Selun on her body, and her body is filled with the power of chaos through internal injection from time to time. How could she be the chosen one?

Aaron really couldn't understand it. He didn't even understand that Eleanor was not in the Pit of the Magic Network in the first place.

However, just as this thought arose, Aaron felt Eleanor's arrival.

Miss Priest, Priest Suellen Isabel, Ms. Asmo Erin and Ms. Silver Star have landed, and they have also become abyssal divers!

Following Eleanor and others, more than 800 Silver Hand Legions arrived!

very good!

Aaron's frown gradually relaxed.

In this case, then implement plan B!

He immediately sent orders to Samir from the Harper Alliance and Morgan, the former devil merchant who had become an alien god and served Waking.

It’s time to implement the Crimson Protocol!

At the same time, Aaron also sent a message to a friend of Baator Hell, the Devil General Beyer.

Since Rose, you want to involve Eleanor, then I will call for more forces to join this war!

Like to fuck me? Like to cause chaos all the time?

I like to cause trouble more than you!

This is a crucial battle on Aaron's path to becoming a god.

Aaron planned to reveal his truth after seizing Rose's [Chaos] priesthood, and officially promoted him to [Lord of Reincarnation] to get rid of the control of the four gods of Chaos.

The specific implementation policy is not complicated, but it is not easy.

[Chaos] is a very broad concept. This concept has been explained before, so I won’t say more here.

The problem is that as a god, Aaron is very young, and as a strong man, Aaron's understanding of [Chaos] is naturally impossible to be like Beelak and Drow, who have been unselected for who knows how many years and have settled for more than 20,000 years. The Rose comes strong.

If other gods come to compete for [Chaos], Aaron is not sure of victory.

However, Aaron also has his own advantage, which is the power of the Four Gods of Chaos.

I don't need to show extraordinary understanding on [Chaos], I just need to decentralize and share the [Chaos] priesthood to a certain extent, so that the powers of the four gods can be manifested and called at the same time.

Binding the four symbols of the entire kingdom to the four demigods will ensure that the four gods in the kingdom's sky can no longer directly intervene.

Among them, the power of Nurgle will undoubtedly be given to the little Lucky Grass King Buyel, and the power of Slaanesh will be given to the Succubus Sisters of Vengeance.

For the power of Tzeentch, except for Charlotte, the eldest warlock, no one seems to be more suitable than her.

Only the power of Khorne is not yet certain, Eleanor is not decisive enough to kill, Nestia is too emotional, and Alysser should be a ruler rather than a master of urbanization.

Just right.

The contract between him and Bayer was for this moment.

For the madman on the front line of the bloody battle, for Eleanor's wish!

“Yor’thae~”

The cobweb's whine made Nestia subconsciously cover her ears, and Rose's call became louder and louder.

"Aaron, Rose is calling me." Nastia gritted her teeth and said: "If we want to touch her body and continue the ceremony, the six of us who are selected must arrive at Rose's asylum together. At the door, there, the ultimate test is about to begin.”

"Test? Why should we listen to Rose?" Drizzt played with his two swords. The dark elf ranger was very disdainful of Nastia's attitude: "We can just rush into the shelter and end her efforts to bring the drow to justice. Everything that comes.”

"It's not that easy."

Aaron raised his eyebrows: "Rose stuffed her body and the Kingdom of God into the turbulence of time and space in the star realm, and soaked it into the phlogiston ocean. Do you know what this means?"

"What?" Drizzt didn't look very smart, but that didn't stop him from being cool.

"This means that including herself, the strength of all beings who enter her divine kingdom will be compressed to the legendary peak. This means that if she goes crazy and plans to self-destruct the divine kingdom in the phlogiston sea, then all those who attack her divine kingdom, including the gods, will All existence inside will be buried in the void." Aaron showed his front teeth: "What a crazy woman, she made it clear that she wanted to make this big gamble."

"If the chosen one wins, Rose will accept failure and fall. If Rose wins, she will shed her shell and be promoted. This crazy woman is willing to admit defeat at the cost of her divine status."

"Let's just play with her."

"Because this is really the only chance to defeat her."

…………

Yor’thae!

Yor’thae!

The whine of the cobwebs echoed in the ears of the penitent daughter Heliste. Heliste knew that the time had come.

She is the chosen one, she is the one favored by the Dancing Maiden. She was once the most loyal priest of Lolth and the eldest daughter of the Moran family. Now she has become the chosen one of Eilistraee. The Maid of Darkness has placed such a heavy responsibility on In her body, while this made Helister feel extremely excited, there was also a trace of confusion.

It was hard for her to imagine that there would be a day when she would have to fight Rose. When Eilistraee told her that she was chosen, a feeling of joy that "I was born to be useful" enveloped the repentant girl, but when the day of fate really came, Helist was still afraid.

As if she could sense Helist's fear, the dark girl Eilistraee appeared.

In the shadow of the deep pit of the magic network, at the base of a collapsed stone wall, Eilistraee's beautiful dark chocolate-colored body appeared with swaying silver hair and countless meteor showers that cut through the sky. She looked at Helist tenderly: "Moran, Helist, the moment of fate has come, dance with me."

"Follow your oracle, dancing girl, my god!" Helist also drew the Crescent Blade from her waist.

One person and one god danced in the night light that appeared around them.

During the dance, Eilistraee's sad voice rang out. The dark girl sang the "Elegy of the High Elves" and passed her emotions to Helist. The dark girl generously shared her limited divine power with her chosen people. Helist could clearly feel that her body and equipment were gradually stained with a layer of silver halo under the infusion of Eilistraee's divine power. With the blessing of Eilistraee's divine power, the magic network pit also changed seriously in Helist. She could still "see". Although her vision became hazy and empty, and there was a feeling of constant shaking, she could still feel her body through some kind of telepathy, or at least feel that there was a body. Even if this body seemed to become thin and thin, and was stretched and elongated, just like her soul. The chaotic wind of the bottomless abyss dragged her hard, but she took a deep breath, at least she thought that she took a deep breath, which made her soul solid enough to resist the tearing of the will of the abyss. She lifted herself into the air with her will. At a certain moment, Helist felt as if she had become a true god.

At least during the time she danced with Helist, Helist felt free from doubts and inner struggles. She felt free from the whole world, free and unrestrained, just like Rose's soul flowing in the sky.

This feeling is so wonderful, it would be great if I could keep this feeling forever.

Every move and every smile of the goddess seemed to nourish Helist's heart that had been dry and cracked by crazy killing.

After the dance, the song lingered, and Iristri held Helist's hand tightly: "You do the work, I'm at ease."

"My Lord... Rose is calling me, I want, what should I do?" Helist's eyes were filled with tears.

"I understand, I understand, little Helis, this moment has finally arrived, do you see it?" Eilistraee smiled gently. Behind her, thousands of airdrop pods represented the arrival of the surface army: "Little Helis, do you remember what the surface looks like? Do you remember what the sky looks like? Do you remember what I said to you?"

"Of course I remember, my Lord." Helist recalled what she saw and heard in Rivellon.

The sky is blue, the water is green, and the grass is green.

Helist spent the first half of her life in the Underdark. For her, the hundred-meter-high cave ceiling once represented the limit of the sky, the illumination reflected by the dark boulders represented the sun, and the huge mushrooms represented plants.

I can tolerate darkness if I have never seen light.

So when she first arrived on the surface and saw the endless sky, the green and fragrant fields, and the roaring and rushing long river, Helist realized how small the Underdark was.

We should have these!

This is what we should have!

But why did it become like this today?

Thinking of this, Helist felt a surge of hot emotions in her chest, as if it was about to erupt, and a call for help from others rekindled her courage.

"No one among you can see Arvandor, the hometown that all the spirits yearn for. Even I am about to forget what Arvandor looks like." Eilistraee said sadly: "I once swore that I would voluntarily fall into the Underdark to protect the last hope of returning to Arvandor for all the drow elves."

"Now, it's here, let us end the tyranny of our mother and let our race return to the brilliant earth!"

Helist held the Crescent Blade tightly.

"My Lord, I will not let you down!" Helist responded forcefully, but the repentant girl was a little uncertain: "But it seems that I am not the only one who is chosen."

"Yes." Eilistraee was also worried about this problem. The dark girl shook her head: "Sometimes I am still not sure what Aaron is thinking. He may be using me. I have sold everything I have... But this matter has nothing to do with you, Helistee, you just need to complete your mission."

"I know!"

Helistee began the final preparations.

Yor'thae~

Yor'thae!

Danife, a prisoner of Eilistraee's followers, a drow warrior who was unfortunately captured when they retreated to the surface, was desperately repenting her sins among a pile of spider corpses!

In the spider pit not far away from her, more than a hundred Slaanesh Crystal Knights were fighting with more than three hundred Drow Spider Knights. Both sides were fighting desperately, and further away, more than three hundred Khorne were fighting. The warriors and 70 or 80 Nurgle Giant Bees were fighting fiercely with more than 500 spider drow and more than a thousand goblins and bugbear slaves.

Farther away, the Tzeentch wizards rained fire from the sky. The drow lichs and waxmelts rose up to resist, and magical rays lit up the sky.

The forgotten Dunifei was so frightened that she kowtowed to the spider corpse on the ground. She admitted that after being captured for a period of time, her faith in Lolth had once been shaken, especially after arriving on the surface. Receiving the warm hospitality of the people on the surface and witnessing different social forms with her own eyes, Danifei once doubted whether Rose's path was correct. She once converted to Eilistraee and lived decently every day with the Eilistraee priests. pray.

However, with the fall of Menzoberranzan, Danifei finally became certain of one thing after witnessing Lolth's supreme power.

The path that Zhuoer has walked is the only path that Zhuoer can take.

The path Zall is taking is the path that must be taken.

Rose is now the drow god, so she is destined to be the drow god. She was the drow god before, she is the drow god now, and she will be the only drow god in the future!

My lord Rose, please forgive me!

Faced with Rose's call, Danife burst into tears.

"You seem to need help?" The tall, handsome, darkly charming demon has dark skin and eyes shining with a strange green light.

Graz'zt was dressed in imperial attire, and his pointed ears and yellowish fangs showed his race: "Do you need my help?"

"The Dark Lord and the Spider Queen have always been best friends!"

Yor’thae~

Yor’thae!

This line of mysterious and cursed words sounded, representing Rose's return!

The drow in the Pit of the Demon Network are boiling! After a long period of silence, Rose finally appeared again!

Our hostess is back!

Rose's will cannot be denied!

This is an iron law that has been imprinted on the hearts of drow who believe in Rose for thousands of years.

At this time, the matron of House Baenre and the spider leader of Lolth, Kunzel-Baenre, was granted amnesty and laughed loudly on the ruins of Menzoberranzan after a long drought.

There was no longer any doubt. The more than 8,000 surviving drow from Menzoberranzan all knelt at the feet of Kunsel. Even the first matron of the Baenre family, Tril Baenre, was not spared.

This is Rose's will.

"Triel, Gromph." Kunsel immediately realized the approaching crisis after a brief moment of joy, and she immediately appointed Triel Baery and Gromph Baery as her deputies.

"Rose is calling me, Rose needs us!"

"You must escort me to the Mistress's sanctuary, or it will be too late!"

"Yes, Mistress!"

Yor’thae~

Yor’thae!

The airdrop pod landed. Eleanor landed wearing a white priest robe with a blue close-fitting mithril rune half-armor underneath. Under the armor skirt, she had a pair of beautiful legs wrapped in silver combat boots and dark blue iris jacquard pantyhose.

Just as the pastor lady figured out the situation, she heard Rose's call in her ear.

However, compared to other drow, Rose's call to Eleanor was much weaker. Under the protection of Suellen, it was difficult for Eleanor to be shaken as much as other drow.

She had a very weak understanding of her own elf bloodline. Let alone Rose, even if Corellon appeared in front of her and invited her to return to Arvandor, Eleanor was not very interested.

But she came anyway, and came against Aaron's will.

Because she has her dreams that must be fulfilled.

She got the sword!

At Eleanor's waist, a long sword made of celestial steel emitted a faint light and buzzing sound, which was in tune and resonating with the sky-blue hair in the vial on Miss Priest's chest.

"Aaron, I'm coming!"