The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

The Gods’ true bodies were typically gigantic and strong. This was the end result of receiving so much power of belief from their worshipers, as well as a natural result of having tremendous power.

Although there were also those who had small sizes with tremendous power, those were only special exceptions. In most situations, the strength of a God could be easily determined by their physical appearance.

Those who were absolutely gigantic, seeming like they could change the entire world just by standing there, with very powerful auras, and perhaps even their own background music, would definitely be a major boss.

However, Anslo’s arrival was quite silent, and even pitiful.

If one decreased his size by many times, he actually appeared like a middle-aged elven scholar. He always held a scroll in one hand and a sword in his other hand, which was supposed to represent how he was at the peak of the world in both wisdom and physical strength.

Actually, Anslo had many nicknames. However, the most commons ones were “Anslo the Wise” and “Anslo the Knowledgeable”. His image as a wise scholar seemed to be the deepest impression he gave others. However, ancient individuals from other species knew him far better as “Anslo the Schemer”.

Anslo had personally planned the eradication of the Gold Elves, successfully destroying the Elven Empire that the Great Demon Empire, Beastmen Empire, and countless human kingdoms had all tried to destroy but failed to for so long. Anslo had helped the elves start a new generation… even if the result of the new generation was that the elves weakened and separated into factions.

But, no matter what, Anslo had previously been someone nameless who reached the peak of the world. His slyness and wisdom was praised by countless people.

Anslo had been the ruler of all elves for so many years now. Even though the elves were weak, under his guidance, the human kingdoms suffered from many internal conflicts, growing weaker. The phrase “elven friendship” became synonymous with “trusting a devil”.

If the elves creating instability and internal conflicts amongst other species’ countries could be considered a political strategy, then Anslo was doubtlessly the individual who came up with it. He was the foundational source of the elves’ schemes.

In a way, anyone who currently hated the elves would definitely hate Anslo.

In order to save the elves from the demon wave, it would be necessary to fight against Chaos War God Donatis. This was something unavoidable, and everyone knew that in order to deal with a Main God, another Main God would be necessary in the great majority of cases.

Naturally, I wasn’t going to endanger any Main God on our side for the sake of the elves. So, of course, I would force the Elven Main God to fight instead.

But right now, this Elven Main God had quite a pitiful appearance.

He no longer held his scroll and sword as always. This was because a large portion of his right half was now missing. His entire right arm, from shoulder to hand, had completely disappeared. It seemed that the rumors of him being seriously injured had been true.

Well, this was only natural. He had betrayed the Order Faction to join the Chaos Faction. Changing his power type from Order to Chaos would definitely weaken him significantly. Additionally, right after he joined the Chaos Abyss, two Chaos Main Gods teamed up to attack him. It was only normal for Anslo to have been seriously injured.

A God’s true body being injured meant that the God’s final lines of defense had been broken through. Just the fact that Anslo was appearing in such a form would make his believers feel fear, and even despair.

The gigantic Elven Main God didn’t instantly block the demon wave upon arriving. Instead, starlight twirled around him as his elegant golden sword became covered in silver light. A tornado whipped up around Anslo, blowing away countless demons. Existences that weren’t strong enough wouldn’t even have the right to directly face him.

However, I laughed loudly. This was because Anslo would definitely have a powerful and wild opponent to face him.

The gigantic pitch-black Chaos War God had yet to take action. However, Donatis slowly unsheathed his obsidian greatsword which was covered in divine blood, and then pointed it at Anslo.

Chaos War God Donatis. On any true battlefield, he would never waste any words. His ritual of pointing his sword at his enemy was his recognition of a powerful enemy. It also represented his killing intent towards any who tried to stop him.

The next instant, Donatis moved. The blizzard currently falling was unable to slow him one bit. His footsteps were swift and heavy, and each step crushed several dozen demons under him.

Donatis was moving in my direction as I was currently casting a forbidden spell. However, his attention was fully focused on Elven Main God Anslo.

This was giving Anslo a final opportunity to choose. If Anslo chose to block Donatis, then these two Main Gods would be battling to the death.

*Clang!*

As expected, Anslo’s fine silver sword blocked Donatis’s obsidian greatsword. Anslo expressionlessly looked at Donatis. While Anslo didn’t reveal any emotion, I knew that it was likely that he could only swallow down his bitterness and helplessness.

Anslo had no choice. The current situation was quite obvious. Only by stopping Donatis here would it be possible for the elves to be saved.

Donatis would never retreat here. How could a seriously injured Main God possibly stop him…? No, in fact, he was delighted with the current situation.

Donatis smiled. For the first time, this black giant revealed a smile. This was his extreme delight. He had experienced peace for far too long, and now he finally had a chance to go all out against a powerful opponent like he wanted.

Donatis didn’t waste any words, as words would be meaningless at this point. No matter who it was, anyone who opposed the demon wave would become his prey.

He jumped up and viciously sliced into the land. The sword energy from his greatsword directly created a canyon that countless demons fell into.

The thin silver sword kept clashing against the black greatsword. Just the shock waves from their fight crushed countless demons into dust. It seemed as if the earth was unable to withstand such frighteningly powerful energy waves, for the earth itself began to crack. Vicious gales were also roaring in the sky. A dimensional crack was being torn amongst this blizzard.

This was a hopeless battlefield. The two giants roared angrily while trying to kill each other, and just the shock waves from their battle were enough to destroy the world. A battle between two Main God level existences was exactly this direct and barbaric.

Both Main Gods’ Divine Kingdoms and natural domains were spreading here, but also cancelling each other out. Anslo didn’t even use the magic that he was highly skilled in. At melee distance, simple curses would be far more efficient as they might be able to directly tear apart Donatis’s armor.

The Main Gods’ true bodies that contained all their divine power would be the most powerful weapons of all, which was why both Main Gods unhesitatingly chose the most barbaric melee style possible.

The demons of the demon wave were truly unfortunate here. Not only were countless demons killed by the shock waves, the dimensional cracks and fissures in the ground were also fatal.

No matter what the end result of this battle was, since this place had become the battlefield of two Main Gods, the dimensional laws here would remain unstable for quite a long period of time afterwards. This place would become completely uninhabitable.

But even so, the demon wave still attempted to charge at us. Even though allied demons’ heads were being crushed right in front of them, the demons still instinctively attacked the greatest threat to them.

“Sonya! Also, the remaining Elven Gods who are hiding and being cowards! Your boss is fighting his hardest now, so can you still all hide and be cowards!? Your people are watching you! Foolish Elven Gods, is this how you repay your believers who worship you!?”

Angry roars echoed in the sky. The next instant, all lives on the battlefield heard a sigh containing endless amounts of despair and helplessness that was easily understood.

Countless dimensional portals from the upper planes opened up in the skies. Various silver- and gold-colored Order Gods walked out from the portals. Behind them, their heroic spirits and angels unhesitatingly stepped out and immediately attacked the demon wave.

“Right, right, right, this is how things should be. Fight for me, my brave warriors!”

Sardonic and maniacal laughter rang out, filled with obvious derision for the Elven Gods. However, even Silver Elf War Goddess Sonya, who was famous for her terrible temper, didn’t try to respond.

The Order Gods stopped the Demon Lords in the demon wave. The heroic spirits and angels started fighting against the demon war slaves. Both sides became locked in a bitter struggle.

“Heehee, such a group of good doggies. Properly block those rabid dogs for me, sacrifice yourselves for me, fight for me, die for me. I’ll help you all to save the elves. Haha, you’re all such garbage, actually needing an outsider like me to save your people.”

“Roland…!”

Anslo, who had remained silent all this time, finally spoke up. His killing intent and fury were deep and obvious. Just this single word was accompanied by tornados and thunder.

“If you dare to talk back against me, I’ll immediately leave this place!”

Anslo and Sonya’s mouths twitched, but in the end, neither of them said anything. A rare awkward silence actually appeared on the battlefield. Meanwhile, Anslo’s opponent, Donatis, unhesitatingly laughed manically.

“Haha, garbage Anslo! Such a fitting insult. Indeed, when a Main God had fallen to the extent of having to fight for the sake of a mortal, there’s no mistake in calling you garbage.”

However, nobody responded to his laughter. The voice in the sky ignored Donatis completely, continuing to make sarcastic jabs at the Elven Gods.

“Garbage Elven Gods, stop those demons for me! If my forbidden spell fails here, the elves will be annihilated, just like how you annihilated the Gold Elves back in the day. Do you want to kill off all the remaining elven bloodlines? When you destroyed the Elven Empire, that already sent the elves from flourishing to decline. Now you want to destroy your own species? Such perfect Guardian Gods!”

Although these words were quite vicious, they were indeed stating the harsh truth. Every single word hit where it hurt most. Yet, the Elven Gods didn’t dare to talk back at all, as they were afraid that the only person who could save the elves would turn around and leave.

It would be no secret to the Elven Gods how the elves had previously been involved in the Mist Kingdom’s destruction. With so many accumulated grudges between myself and the elves, it seemed quite likely that I would be willing to leave and abandon the elves to their fate.

Not only that, if these words became publicized, the Elven Gods would likely no longer possess any pride or any belief in them.

The Elven Gods were so aggrieved that they all felt pure killing intent. Yet, they could only vent it on the demons, and they would even have to risk their lives to protect the person who was making such insulting remarks aimed at them. This aggrievement was so much that they wanted to spit up blood.

“Yes, yes, yes, good doggies, go and bite them! I think you have a good chance of winning! May you be blessed with victory! Kiss! Dear Elven Gods, dear Anslo, I, Roland Mist, love you all! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

Roland’s voice that sounded everywhere even had successive flying kisses. Finally, Sonya was unable to tolerate this anymore as she turned around.

“Yongye!”

But, she shut up in the very next instant, as now the ice magic spell had been completed. Major snowfall began over the entire area. The Ice Aeon forbidden spell had begun connecting itself with the entire world around it, and was now entering the final explosive period.

The demon wave instinctively sensed that their end was near, causing all the demons to furiously start attacking. The Elven Gods and their subordinates could only work even harder to try and stop the demons.

Meanwhile, on the new Borealis, I was still in the midst of casting Ice Aeon, which meant that I was completely unable to physically speak. I was currently feeling rather helpless.

“Are you having fun?”

“This is amazingly fun. I’ll owe you a good favor in the future for this.”

Alright then, the readers should understand by now. All those vicious words from earlier weren’t actually said by me. It was my magical pet who pretended to be me, using words to goad the Elven Gods into action. If it had been me speaking, there would have been no need to attract so much hate.

Right now, Harloys truly looked rather special. Although a blizzard was falling, she was excited to the point where her face was red. Her ceremonial clothes were also drenched in her sweat, revealing her curvaceous and perfect figure.

Her eyes were filled with tears, and her legs were trembling as if they had gone numb. She was also constantly hopping up and down while angrily glaring at the Elven Gods. Perhaps she had been waiting for this day for far too long.

Actually, I could have stopped her from doing this, but it was rare for her to have so much fun. Why would I stop her?

Besides, after her jabs at them, the Elven Gods would lose all of their pride. How could Gods who weren’t even proud of themselves possibly receive devout worship?

While this would attract a great deal of hate under my name, intentionally pointing out how the Elven Gods had caused the elves to go from flourishing to decline, and angrily scolding the Elven Gods for their mistakes, would all help to further solidify the position of the Northlands Elven Empire. However, if Harloys had been the one who was seen speaking up, there would naturally be old elves who would hate her for it. I was perfectly clear on the potential benefits and downsides to all this.

My reputation? Would that be edible? In a terrible world like this one, it was probably better to have a terrible reputation.

“Heehee, so what if you hate me? If you have the skills, then come bite me! You want to kill me? Remember to take a ticket number and wait your turn in line. There’s so many waiting in line in front of you useless Elven Gods!

“Heehee, hate me…”

“Hey, hey, hey, Harloys…! Forget it, just have fun as you like. Just think of today as your birthday. Have as much fun as you want.”

Thanks to Harloys’ vicious intentions, what I thought in my mind about the Elven Gods was all transformed into actual insults. Seeing how swift Harloys was to come up with insults and how proud she was of herself, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“Silly cat, I’ve accomplished what I promised you. Remember that you owe me a favor.”

“Meow.”

The Gold Elf cooperated and grew a cat tail and cat ears. She really did look rather cute like this. Her meowing by my ear was rather soft and tender, to the point where I was getting goosebumps all over. However, I didn’t really understand what she meant by all this.

“Meow meow, I’ll pay you back by accompanying you for the rest of my life!”

“…Forget it, it’s like your birthday today, just go crazy like you want.”

“Idiot, meow. Wooden block, meow.”