Chapter 575 Dividing the Throne

"So, are you really telling me with this negative action that you don't want to participate in this war at all?"

At this time, there were not many gods standing on the wide and solemn field. Roughly estimated, there were only about five or six people.

From this point alone, it can be seen that although the world of Faerun is facing many difficulties, it has not yet been completely corrupted to the point of no return.

"Respected God King, please forgive me... I... I voluntarily give up my position of God!"

As soon as the voice fell, the god stretched out his right hand without hesitation.

With a strong grasp, in an instant, a dazzling light flashed, and his priesthood and the godhood symbolizing supreme power slowly emerged above the hall.

"I am the God of Windward Grass. I solemnly declare that I voluntarily give up my godhood and priesthood!"

As his unwavering words rang out, it seemed as if the whole world was shocked.

Then, he loudly declared to the world consciousness in the endless void:

"From now on, I will no longer serve as the Windward Grass and Tranquility!"

Just after completing this declaration, a shocking scene occurred-the extremely weak divine power on his body instantly fell like a tide.

You know, below the weak divine power is the holy realm.

And the holy realm, in the world of Krober, corresponds to only the existence of the level of the Fantasy Beast Knight.

However, even in a relatively weak world like Krober, the Fantasy Beast Knight is not powerful.

What's more, this is the mysterious and powerful world of Furen!

Here, even the strong ones in the holy realm can only seek a slightly higher position in a small city-state at most.

"Me too."

One of them said softly, his voice trembling slightly, as if his heart was full of contradictions and struggles.

"Sorry, Lord Sun God, I also voluntarily give up..."

Several people echoed, their eyes flickering, not daring to look directly at Pero's majestic face.

The figures of these five or six people seemed a little small and fragile, and the divinity and priesthood they possessed were too weak compared to other gods.

And most of these priesthoods had nothing to do with fierce battles, such as happiness, tranquility, and peace.

To let such a group of people go to the cruel and bloody battlefield is undoubtedly equivalent to pushing them into the abyss of death.

They neither have strong power to fight the enemy, nor do they have enough courage and determination to face the various dangers in the battle.

"Voluntarily give up, let's go..."

Pero sighed slightly, then waved his hand gently, indicating that those people could leave.

There was a hint of helplessness in his eyes, but more of it was pity for these weak people.

With Pero's gesture, the five or six people turned around and left in a hurry as if they had been pardoned.

Their steps seemed a little hurried and flustered, as if they were afraid that Pero would suddenly change his mind and force them to stay and join the battle.

However, as they gradually moved away from where Pero was, they could not help but feel a sense of loss and self-blame in their hearts.

After all, choosing to retreat at such a critical moment is not a glorious thing for any god.

"Okay, everyone, since there are some redundant godhoods and priesthoods on the battlefield now, in my opinion, why don't we each select a suitable person from our own camp and let him come to absorb these forces."

As the voice sounded, everyone had entered the critical stage of interest distribution.

There is no doubt that under this situation at this moment, it is natural that the five gods with the strongest strength and great divine power are the leaders.

Therefore, what Pero said was actually directed at the other four gods sitting on the chairs.

Krober and others were silent, and seemed to have taken a tacit attitude towards Pero's suggestion.

Seeing this, Pero nodded slightly, and then said:

"Okay, since everyone remains silent, I will take it as everyone agrees with my proposal."

"Then, Oghma, you will start first."

As soon as the voice fell, Oghma nodded slightly, then casually reached out and picked up a godhead and the corresponding priesthood in the field.

You know, although such items seem extremely precious in the eyes of ordinary people, for a top-level existence like him, they are not much different from ordinary garbage.

"Next, Corellon."

Hearing this call, Corellon couldn't help but frown slightly, and hesitated in his heart.

You know, he has two whole god systems under his command!

However, the problem in front of him at this moment is.

These abandoned godheads and priesthoods cannot be separated separately, so he can only choose a representative of a faction of gods to collect them.

Which god should be sent?

For a moment, Corellon fell into deep thought.

"Elibrin Leosel, you go and choose."

After struggling for a long time, Corellon finally chose a member of the elven pantheon.

After all, he is the creator of the elves, and in terms of feelings, he will naturally be more partial to his own children.

Elibrin is an important member of the elven pantheon.

He is in charge of gardening, orchards, harvesting and other fields, and is deeply respected and loved by the elven people.

However, it should be noted that Elibrin's own strength is actually not very strong.

Although he possesses the power of three divine responsibilities, it is only through their synergy that he can barely step into the ranks of medium divine power.

Moreover, the most notable feature of this god is not his combat ability, but rather his auxiliary abilities.

For example, he can rely on his deep understanding of the growth laws of all natural things to skillfully use magic to encourage plants to grow vigorously.

Or by casting spells, you can ensure that the fruits in the orchard are rich and sweet and have a bumper harvest every year, etc.

All in all, Elibring plays an indispensable role in promoting resource growth and ensuring ecological balance.

In order to increase the possibility of his child surviving, he gave this opportunity to the other party.

"Okay, what about you, Mystra?"

Mystra stretched out her hand, took out the godhood of Windward Grass and the priesthood of Serenity, and threw it away to a young god wearing a mage's robe.

"Here you go, the god of meditation under my command. I hope you can integrate tranquility with your priesthood, so that all spellcasters in the world can be blessed by tranquility when meditating."