Chapter 1251 - 111: All Efforts in Vain, Flipping the Table! Let’s Go!

Chapter 1251: Chapter 111: All Efforts in Vain, Flipping the Table! Let’s Go!

All of Duncan’s efforts have been in vain.

In the depths of consciousness.

Walking in his avatar form amidst the ruins, Duncan seemed to hear something. He turned his head towards the direction of the west coast.

At this moment.

The phantom of a goddess appeared, the Goddess of Love—Shunni. Her expression carried a hint of joy as she gazed at the man exuding a mighty divine essence, and she softly said, "Ayo has ordered a gathering of the gods for a Pantheon meeting."

"To judge the Dark Sun—Shirek!"

"We have won."

Duncan did not respond to the joyful Lady of Love.

Did we really win?

No bloodshed, no sacrifices, no offering of death, no burning of blood and fire, did we really win?

Duncan finally forced the God of Gods, Ayo, to come out ahead of time.

However, with just an oracle, the other party forcibly stopped everything. A ridiculous divine trial appeared as he predicted.

But as a newly ascended powerful demigod, Duncan also had the right to sit on a chair, the one in the farthest corner.

Ayo came out to smooth things over again.

Or rather, He was balancing the power of the gods, re-papering this collapsing house.

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Pole Star Camp Tent.

It is also known as the Hall of Meetings.

Pole Star Camp Tent is the only fully neutral location among the planes, owned by no deity and home to no native races. It is merely a small demiplane, shaped like a grand hall adorned with towering pillars and open to the star-filled sky.

Portals leading to divine domains surround the hall; no magic can be performed here, only divine formats can activate the portals.

Amid a flash of bright pink spiritual light.

The first to step out was the main god of the League of the Bright Water Realm, the Goddess of Love—Shunni. She materialized a beautiful avatar and gracefully entered the meeting hall.

Following closely behind was the Goddess of Wealth—Waukeen, the Goddess of Joy—Lierla, and a silent, handsome man.

Shunni nodded slightly towards the God of Justice—Tyr who was not far away, leading the deities of the Bright Water Realm to the right side of the meeting hall, where they took their seats in sequence, with Shunni sitting in the foremost seat on the right, and the silent handsome man at the last seat.

Demigods have no voice here; only those with mighty divine power have the right to sit in the main seats of the meeting hall, while other divine spirits could only listen in.

At the top, the silhouette of an elder appeared.

He had an everlasting face, neither youthful nor decrepit; his appearance was neither handsome nor ugly, or perhaps it could be said to be symmetrical and featureless. He had pale hair and a beard, dressed in a robe seemingly made of the sky itself, black and dotted with millions of stars and thousands of moons.

—God of Gods—Ayo (???).

In the location of the Goddess of Love Shunni, one by one, the existences of mighty divine power were seated along the lavish long chairs. The Goddess of Magic—Mystra appeared with the mortal facade of Midnight, the God of Justice—Tyr quietly glanced at Duncan seated in the corner, the Lord of Dawn—Lathander appeared as a vibrant young man, the King of Death—Kelemvor bore the visage of a human warrior, gazing at Mystra with a trace of affection, and the God of Knowledge—Oghma held the sealed Shirec Scripture.

In contrast, Duncan sat silently in the corner, as if he were a mere lackey.

The figure of Shirek appeared.

A thin, gloomy, and pale young man, his expression carried an air of arrogance and indifference, watching the mighty divine powers present with disdain. He did not believe he lost; it was merely due to the interference of the God of Gods that his plan failed.

If it came to a real showdown, he was not weaker than any main god present.

"Pantheon."

"It’s truly a joke."

At this moment, Duncan seemed like a member of the jury, only able to sit in the corner and observe, even too indifferent to listen to the accusations Mystra, the Goddess of Magic, brought against Shirek, who attempted to contaminate the Weave and seize the power of magic.

The God of Gods—Ayo silently observed everything, seemingly in control of it all, listening to the accusations of the mighty divine powers as if he were the supreme God.

But Duncan had seen the Light of Heaven, Ayo fell a little short.

Occasionally, Ayo’s gaze would fall upon the young man in the corner, a newly ascended demigod, but those deep, starlike eyes quickly shifted away. This ridiculous trial by Ayo led to Shirek still having the capacity to murder the Goddess of Magic in the future, triggering the nearly century-long Spellplague.

The mages, having just straightened their spines, were crushed again.

Contrasting Duncan’s indifference, Shirek, sitting in the judgment seat, was utterly arrogant.

Shirek faced Ayo directly, refusing to admit guilt.

"It’s nothing but a farce." A sneer of mockery sketched across Duncan’s lips as he looked at those lofty mighty divine powers.

One charge after another was pronounced.

Including Shirek impersonating Ayo to bestow divine techniques on followers.

But the real reason for judging him was laughable; the gods accused Shirek of failing to spread conflict and dissension as his duty required. He was obsessed with creating the Shirec Scripture, brainwashing everyone to become the one and only true God.

"What a pity."

"Almost set fire to the powder keg."

Duncan listened with a blank expression to the accusations from the gods, which were little different from a squabble amongst fishwives. Shunni accused Shirek of slaughter, Tyr maintained the order of the trial, Lathander advocated harsh punishment for Shirek, while Mystra repeatedly emphasized Shirek’s crimes. Only the God of Knowledge, Oghma, pressed a peculiar scripture.

Not a trace of grandeur.

No fierce battle among gods, no burning of beliefs with blood and fire, more like a squabble over uneven spoils, with only the God of Gods—Ayo on the main seat, holding the power to decide everything.

In the end, the avatar of Ayo struck the gavel, passing judgment on the unrepentant Shirek.

Stripping Shirek of his death and deceased divine positions, bestowing them on the King of the Dead—Kelemvor, yet retaining part of the divine positions of the Divine Trinity of Death, sentencing Shirek to imprisonment in the City of Judgment to continue fulfilling the accusations of the Prince of Lies, spreading conflict amongst mortals.

A slap on the wrist.

Only Kelemvor emerged as the biggest winner, acquiring the complete death divine position under the deity’s decree, and officially crowned the King of the Dead with mighty divine power.

Not until this farcical divine trial meeting concluded.

Did Duncan stand up slowly from the corner, resembling a mere lackey, and his gaze swept over the avatars of the gods present before slowly disappearing into the portal.

No ascension to a divine position, he would forever remain just a demigod.

Lackeys have no voice.

Among the gods, only Tyr watched Duncan’s departing back with eyes filled with worry.

Your Majesty returned empty-handed.

The God of Gods Ayo, with a word, allowed death to be taken over by others; even the power of Baal that Duncan sought was divided in part by Kelemvor.

Your Majesty worked in vain for others.

This is an extremely dangerous signal!

The trial came to an end.

Shirek, stripped of the divine positions of death and the deceased, fell back to normal mighty divine power, and his eyes filled with extreme hatred gazed at the Goddess of Magic—Mystra and all those who had thwarted his scheme, including the silent Duncan in the corner. Shirek was narrow-minded and vindictive.

Ultimately, Shirek’s figure vanished into the portal.

The situation Tyr feared most occurred.

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