Chapter 167 The Twilight Star Spirit's Conspiracy

Guo Fan’s words were also recognized by the vast majority of the audience!

The main reason is that they have watched many of Xu Er's films and know that this talented director will occasionally lay out a foreshadowing for everyone, and then reveal it in the end to shock everyone!
However, even though everyone was wary of Mai Yisha, it was clear that she was an important person.

Even though everyone had guessed that this plan was actually made by the mortal Maisha, it was under her influence that Tayanali and his former compatriots gathered together to end the hundreds of years of Darkin war and get the long-desired peace!
But no one would have thought that the person following Tayanali is the real protagonist of this plot!
Because the Darkites' negotiations will never succeed, the final outcome of this meeting will still be war and killing!
Maisha knows this much more clearly than Tayanali.

Twilight Star Spirit, she fooled everyone!

……

This place was not originally a circular amphitheater. It had been the great market place of Nerimaj, but Tayanari's slaves had dug it out of the desert's embrace, and he had shaped it with magic, melting the sand into glass in the intense heat. Now the place was a crystalline brown, a crater of smoky black, sea green, and otherworldly rainbows. The glass surface absorbed the soft moonlight and reflected it in a wispy white curtain.

Tayanali passed through a bold arch, the shape of which was like a raging wave frozen in time. The atmosphere in the venue immediately became tense and heavy, just like the atmosphere when the gods summoned their army.

Tens of thousands of humans, both men and women, filled the steps of the circular amphitheater, and the supporters of the gods gathered below. No one drew their swords, but everyone was ready to draw their swords and welcome a bloody carnival, just listening to the order of their god.

Ta'anari's burning gaze swept over his fellow Sunbloods - they had once been brothers and sisters, bound together by a bond of duty that had proved indestructible, but that proved to be as easily shattered as glass. Their bodies had been reshaped by an unimaginable force, a force that came from a realm beyond our mortal understanding, shaping their earthly flesh in a way that no living being could imitate.

But our minds are still human, he thought silently, and strangely fragile.

There was understanding in Syphax's gaze. Gigantus exuded dazzling disgust. Xuyuyan's contempt was scorching. It was Xuyuyan's battle axe that seriously injured Tayanali on the banks of the Kohali River. The turtle-faced god-warrior spat at his feet and watched Tayanali stagger to the center of the circular amphitheater.

Shabeka and Shabek didn't even raise their eyelids. The twin prophets, covered in raven black feathers, were concentrating on divination with delicate knuckle bones. Valieva stared at Tayanali with a look of arrogant contempt, exactly like her brother - her brother was the only old comrade who was absent but he was glad.

The Wolf Serbotaru paced back and forth, impatient for this gathering. His legion was invincible in the far north, and even went on expeditions to the lands across the ocean in the west. Of all his compatriots, Serbotaru was the most likely to break the current bloody stalemate.

Naganeka of Zurita, her eyes hidden in the hood of her cloak, her slender body huddled in her scaled robes. Her bearers are blinded by poison, ready to carry out her every word. For five hundred years, they have not heard her whispers.

Only Ennakai showed respect. He stepped forward, his skin streaked with fresh, brilliant orange and black. Age had bent Tayanali, but Ennakai wore his age with pride, his eyes sharp, his strength undiminished by the long war. Long ago, the two had climbed the Golden Stairs together, welcoming the fiery light of the sun disk and embracing the power of the gods. Ennakai had carried Tayanali's wounded body back from Icathia, fought alongside him in the mire of Kohali, and finally met at Glacier Harbor as enemies.

When you reach our age, you will find that the wheel of fate turns round and round. Ennakai held the paw handed over by Tayanali. "Tayanali."

"Ennakai."

No need to say more. The experiences, joys, losses and heartaches of several lifetimes are all contained in the greeting of calling each other's names. They are gods who have ascended to heaven, and insignificant greetings are not worthy of their height.

Ennakai narrowed his eyes in suspicion, and he saw the weapon hanging behind Tayanali. He opened his mouth to speak, but Tayanali shook his head imperceptibly.

“I hope you know what you are doing,” Ennakai whispered, and returned to his position, hugging the edge of the circular amphitheater.

Tayanali took a deep breath. He had practiced for this moment many times in the past few years. He knew that if he said one wrong word, the whole plan would fail. His people were all god warriors. Their ego and pride made them full of pride and rebellion.

"Brothers and sisters," he began, his words echoing through the entire amphitheater thanks to the magical echo structure. "The last time the Sun Bloodline came together like this was in the Thousand Gods Painting in front of the walls of Parnesa."

He saw nods of approval, that vivid memory revived deep in their souls, reminding them of who they used to be.

Next we need to add fuel to the fire and raise wages. We need to make sure everyone listens.

"I look around me and see power," he continued, his words ringing with passion and conviction. "I see the ancient ruins of gods standing among mortals. I see noble godhood, generosity, and beings worth serving. Some say that the ancient bond between our kin has been broken. They still call us darkspawn in the ancient grammar, but the scene you create here dispels their lies."

Tayanali paused, letting the flattery and praise wash over them. Such words rang hollow to most of them, for they had many tortured choirs that sang hymns day and night... praising the agony of death.

But these words might open the hearts and minds of the rest of his countrymen enough to win his support.

"You all remember the time when we marched together, with Setaka leading our Ascended Legion, expanding the Emperor's territory to the very edge of the world. I remember it well. It was a time of glory, a time of heroes! Serbotaru, you and I rode the Twilight Dragon to the top of the world, witnessing the creation of the universe from that place where all time converges."

He turned and held out a hand to Syphax.

(End of this chapter)