"But you can't say that. He's my brother after all. Although he was guilty before, he was fighting for us this time."
Manwë's words silenced the gods present.
"But having said that—what should we do next? The power on Lindon's side, no matter how strong—is still not the opponent of the fallen elf called Galadriel."
The power that could kill Morgoth—
Could naturally kill those apostles.
Now came the problem.
Even if all their gods attacked—they'd still be waiting to be eaten away.
This was a very serious question.
Ulmo said solemnly: "Let me speak first. When I lent Morgoth power before, my consciousness was attached to those murlocs. Judging from that feeling—the power of the fallen elf is far more terrifying than mine!"
He was the god of the ocean.
But inferior in water magic.
What a humiliation this was.
The goddess of light, Varda Elentári, said: "The light used by the other party is far greater than my power. It has unimaginable attack power. If I make a move, I may be borrowed by the other party..."
Gods of the same element—
Whoever had the strongest element would command the others.
This was the law of this world!
Two gods expressed their opinions one after another. The hearts of the other gods sank.
Their expressions were very solemn.
This was too fatal. Just one goddess would abolish three gods.
God of Light.
God of the Sea.
God of Ice.
All couldn't use their power. So what about the others?
Not only had one person come down from the other side—a total of six had come!
Such a small group—
If all attributes were covered—
Then they wouldn't fight. They'd just surrender.
"If it doesn't work, we can only use our blood to awaken the priest Ilúvatar! Only he can lead us to victory."
Ilúvatar—the god of gods.
The priest who created all elves and humans.
He was supreme.
Also the apex of the world!
As the father of Manwë and others, the gods didn't know where he was. Only the god of the atmosphere, Manwë, knew some of his news.
"If it is Father Ilúvatar, I think he can still contend against the evil gods from outside the realm. But how can we wake the priest?"
Vána, the goddess of flowers, asked.
They said to use the blood of gods—but they wouldn't really kill themselves.
Manwë sighed and said: "I am not sure whether the priest still exists. But I think if we children are in mortal danger, he should appear..."
This "should"—
Made the gods feel terrible.
Didn't this mean Ilúvatar might have died?
Some female gods cried because of it.
But even so, they must give it a try. Otherwise they would truly wait to die.
Once the fallen Maia Saruman swallowed the entire continent, they would be completely killed in the darkness forever.
Just like that Morgoth.
Never to live beyond birth!
"Just do it. I believe in Manwë! At worst..."
"Hey, I'm the god of war. Die if I die. May the priest be with us!"
"Father Ilúvatar, I have never thought about his old self so much. If we are truly alive, we can be resurrected in his hands even if we die."
The gods were slightly taken aback.
Indeed, it was true if you thought about it carefully.
Father Ilúvatar was the creator of the world. They were created by the priest. Even death was just a return to the priest's embrace.
What was there to be afraid of?
Middle-earth continent.
Galadriel soared into the sky and headed toward the Lindon area. Meanwhile, the other sisters scattered across the faith, sending divine light to benefit the believers.
Immature crops in the fields ripened.
The river water became extremely sweet.
The sky became dreamy.
The area bordering Rohan—
Seeing the changes in their neighboring country, they could not help but exclaim.
"Oh my god... a miracle has come to that country... the other party's faith has been rewarded..."
"But why haven't we received any feedback from the gods we've believed in for so long?"
"This... maybe we're not religious enough."
Not religious enough?
They were praying every month. Annual festivals were held every year.
Wasn't this pious?
Yet Rohan and Gondor, as well as the small neighboring countries, only prayed—and they received divine grace.
Such an unbalanced thing—
Made the thoughts in people's hearts begin to change.
Since God did not respond to them—
Then was it necessary to believe in the gods from before?
Naturally it was not necessary.
The answer was very simple.
For a time, countless people came to the border of Rohan worshipping the gods and asked to join the faith.
They thought they would be rejected.
But they heard the priest from the recruitment office say softly to them: "Don't worry. We are God's people. All beings are the children of God. Mistakes are inevitable. As long as they are not serious, God will forgive you..."
What a good god.
Such compassion.
So gentle.
The attitude alone was desirable.
People knelt on the ground and began to swear oaths.
In a moment, a group of dwarves riding wild boars ran all the way from the snow-capped mountains.
"We also want to join! Can we? We are a dwarf race, abandoned by the original god..."
"God's grace is like the sea. As long as you believe piously, you can naturally join."
The priest smiled softly.
With so many people joining, it seemed the effect of the goddess's descent was truly great.
He hoped that Galadriel—who belonged to the Lord God—could kill the native gods.
Otherwise, people would suffer more.
Galadriel went to Lindon alone.
Her body turned into rainbow light.
She arrived at this land in just thirty minutes.
As the bay area—
This place was full of Maiar and other angels.
When everyone saw the light appear—
They unanimously raised their heads.
After seeing the goddess in the light, they all exclaimed.
"Enemy attack..."
"It's the messenger of the evil gods from outside the territories!"
"Quick... Kill her!"
Sounds like this continued from below.
Then magic, arrows, and witchcraft—
Attacked Galadriel one after another.
The alluring golden queen smiled charmingly, then said indifferently: "You don't even recognize me? Also calling me the evil god from outside territories! You haven't even seen the posture of our true god.
A group of dogs enslaved by the native gods—prepare to meet the power of the gods!"
Boom.
A ripple of water film—
Blocked in front of her and turned all attacks into nothingness.
"Witness the power of God, you sinners who don't realize it. Under the power of my God—confess to your heart's content..."
Galadriel's palm pressed down.
Countless divine patterns—
Condensed in her palm.
Then they turned into a huge wave and slapped directly downward.
The whole of Lindon Bay—
Turned directly into a vast ocean!