Chapter 573 Sign the Contract

"Everyone, since some people are unwilling to participate in this war, then naturally we cannot force you to go."

"After all, everyone's perception of danger and responsibility is different."

Pelor stood in the center of the tall Pantheon and spoke loudly and solemnly like a bell.

"Let's do this. Gods who are unwilling to go, voluntarily give up your divinity and priesthood, and leave the Pantheon. I swear in the name of the Sun God that I will never hold you accountable for your cowardice."

"This is a choice given to you, and it is also fair to those gods who are willing to stand up and defend justice."

Peiro's eyes scanned the many gods below, his expression serious and firm.

Upon hearing these words, the already noisy Pantheon instantly fell into a dead silence, followed by a commotion.

The gods below all looked shocked, whispering to each other, with expressions of disbelief in their eyes.

"Wha...what? You want us to voluntarily give up our divinity and priesthood? How is this possible!"

A thin male god exclaimed loudly.

He was wearing a gorgeous piece of clothing woven from colorful shells, but he was trembling slightly because of fear and unwillingness.

This god's eyes were wide open, and his pupils were trembling violently with extreme shock.

His originally pretty face was filled with disbelief and deep reluctance.

You know, he finally ascended the throne of the gods after going through a lot of hardships. Even if he is just a weak divine power with the lowest strength, he is still a member of the god system!

What an honor and luck it is to have an endless lifespan and be able to live and die with the entire world.

But now, he was actually asked to give up all of this?

And was it because of a war that seemed to have little to do with him?

However, if he had to participate in this war, he knew very well that he might not really be able to play a big role.

After all, he is just a weak God of Colored Shells, with neither strong attack power nor effective defense methods.

The only thing he can be considered good at is his slight ability in treatment.

But in the face of a cruel war, how useful can this ability be?

Thinking of this, the Colored Shell God couldn't help but feel extremely entangled and painful.

"Great Sun God! Please open your extremely majestic eyes that shine with endless brilliance, and focus your sacred gaze on my humble body!"

"I am just a small and weak God of Colored Shells, with no fighting ability at all."

"Faced with such a cruel and cruel abyss demon, I really don't know how to contend and fight against it."

When he thought of this, the God of Colored Shells was filled with fear and helplessness. His legs weakened and he could no longer support his body. He knelt down on the ground, clasped his hands together, and began to pray to his God King devoutly. .

You must know that even a high-ranking god can still attract the attention and attention of other more powerful gods through this method of prayer.

At this moment, the sun god Peluo, who was standing on the high platform, suddenly let out a light sigh:

"Huh?" His keen perception was instantly attracted by the strong prayer signal sent by the God of Colored Shells.

"Oh, it turns out it's him..."

Pero narrowed his eyes slightly, and relevant information about the God of Colored Shells quickly emerged in his mind.

Perot is actually quite familiar with this God of Colored Shells.

After all, colored bechas are an extremely rare race of magical creatures on the continent of Faerûn.

Their most striking feature is their stunningly beautiful appearance.

Under the warm and bright sunlight, they can emit a colorful, dreamlike and strange light.

It is precisely because of this unique and charming appearance that colorful shellfish have become the objects of pursuit, collection and careful care by many intelligent races.

Moreover, since the colorful shells must rely on the sun to emit that dazzling light, the entire colorful shell clan has solemnly sworn to the great sun god Pelor a long time ago, expressing their eternal allegiance to him.

Naturally, the God of Colored Shells became one of the many gods of Pelor.

"You can still perform logistical work without fighting power. Besides, you have become a god after all. Can't you even clean up some demonic trash fish?"

Krober can't understand it at all. You are already a god, and you still claim that you don't know how to fight. Even if you use divine power to bombard you, you can kill many middle and low-level demons, right?

I didn’t ask you to fight against demons of the same level, even if you don’t know how to deal with dimensionality reduction strikes?

So what's the use of you, the so-called God of Colored Shells?

As a vase?

He, Krober, also started out as a vase, and he has reached the same level now.

After hearing Krober's words, Pero nodded in agreement.

"Yes, either give up the godhood or join the war. For those gods who are not good at fighting and are weak but have auxiliary clergy, I can arrange them to support the troops in the rear."

Peiro also didn't want to give up any of his available combat power.

Compared with the last world-destroying battle, the combat power they dispatched this time was less than half of the previous one. If the losses were too large, the chances of winning would be really hard to say.

"really."

"agree."

"Don't look at me, I don't have any objection either."

Seeing that the five great powers at the top had expressed their attitudes, the guys below gave up their little thoughts and began to hesitate whether to join the war or not.

Godhead and priesthood are naturally very important to them.

But no matter how important it is, it is not as important as their own lives.

If not...

"Don't think about temporarily agreeing and then slowly taking action. The gods who agree to join the war must sign a contract with me. If you violate the contract, I will let you experience something more painful than death!"

At this time, the god of knowledge Ogma took out a huge scroll with some treaties written on it.

Most of them are treaties that urge the contractors to fight.

However, this contract can only bind the gods of high power and below.

Although he Ogma is a great power, it is still difficult to easily control the great power and those powerful gods with a contract.

"I...I choose to join the battle."

A god with an eagle head and a human body and a pair of brown wings on his back stood up.

It was obvious that he had mustered up the courage to join the battle this time. Although his body was trembling a little, he still walked forward firmly and left a trace of his soul on the contract.