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If before this, the elders' gaze at Rhaegar was more of the joy and kindness of seeing their long-lost compatriots, now this gaze is full of reverence. No one knows better than them the meaning of the right hand scepter, this staff that Caroent was intended to give to the right hand tribe contains powerful divine power, in the original plan of the guardian of the steppe, it will be used as a sword in the right hand, to rid himself of those who dare to offend, but the mighty god of judgment snatched it and gave it to his own followers, which is a shame for Caroent, and a shame for all fanatical believers who believe in him. And today, countless years after Caroent's fall, his most loyal follower, his right hand, has finally washed away such a disgrace with his own hands.

However, Rhaegar's next words sent them from ecstasy to deep apprehension.

"But we have not been able to defeat those evil creatures," the geist said in a deep voice, looking around at the elders, "We reclaimed the scepter at a heavy price, but it also angered the opponents, they launched a frenzied counterattack, almost all of their right hands were killed in the battle, and at the last moment, I was ordered to bring the scepter here, in order to seek the help of the god's other hand to protect this god's treasure from falling into the evil hands." ”

This was obviously unexpected, and it was able to wipe out the entire Right Hand Tribe, and such an enemy was beyond the imagination of the elders, and everyone including Crewe fell silent.

"Who are they?" asked Crewe, a moment later, with a serious look on his face.

"Demons. Rhaegard's answer sent shivers down the sleeve of the learned elders.

In the years before the fall of the gods, some of the great demons who inhabited the demon realm attempted to challenge the authority of the gods, and after careful planning, they launched an invasion of the mortal world as the first step in the struggle with the gods for dominance of the universe. The war ended in the defeat of the demons without any suspense, and in the battle, all the existences at the peak of the demon world were destroyed by the angry gods, and only a few of the demon elites who participated in the invasion fled back, which directly led to a significant decline in the strength of the demon world, and the demons that could almost compete with the gods were finally reduced to a race that could only be at the same level as the angels.

Another by-product of this war is the creation of a large number of human-demon hybrids. They are the bloodlines of demons left in the mortal world, because of the demonic blood flowing in their bodies, they are forever rejected by the intelligent beings of the mortal world, and because they have half of the blood from the lowly mortals, the demon world also refuses to accept them. These creatures who live in the cracks are full of hatred for everyone, they never interact with the outside world, but anyone who provokes them will face the most terrible revenge, and even the dragons do not want to provoke these evil and crazy beings easily.

"But things are not without a turn for the better," Rhaegar continued, "and the secret is in this scepter. He raised the Staff of Glory in his hand and stretched it forward, and at this moment, all the elders involuntarily stepped forward, trying to see the scepter, which was said to have infinite power.

"In our legends," Rhaeggar's words seemed to have some strange magic in them, drawing the attention of the elders, "this scepter holds a great secret, and this secret is..."

Without warning, a bright light flashed from the top of the Staff of Glory, a brighter light than the sun that instantly stabbed the elders who were listening intently to Rhaegar as they covered their eyes and wailed in pain, the light had already broken into several rays that passed through their hearts.

In addition to the communication between the gods in ancient times, each god had its own specific language, and they used these words to give oracles, and only a few gods and priests mastered these words, and none of the gods would allow believers to learn the words of other gods, and although the gods themselves knew all the words, they would never use the words that did not belong to them. It was based on this realization that when Rhaegar blurted out the divine language that belonged to Caroent and used it to reveal his identity, the elders were convinced, and from the very beginning, they stepped into the trap that Rhaegar had set for them.

Rhaegar looked coldly at the corpse of his opponent, who didn't realize what was happening until he took his last breath, and sent the Staff of Glory back to the space where he was hiding - it had its own place of existence, which was an enclosed space that the gods had created for these artifacts, separated from a certain world, in order to prevent these artifacts from being stolen when they were not in the possession of the user. The geist quickly mobilized the endless primordial energy around him, and in a few seconds, before the Guardians could wake up from the sudden change, he had completed his magic.

One after another, the spatial black holes opened in front of the geist, and the monsters of all shapes and sizes came out of these black holes, either happily or reluctantly. They roared, glancing at the Guardians around them as if they were on the verge of a great enemy, their eyes showing a thirst for blood and killing, and beneath their feet, one earth elemental after another slowly formed in the dirt, and then burrowed out of the ground... Almost at the same moment, dozens of terrifying beings who did not belong to this world appeared in front of everyone at the call of Rhaegar at the call of everyone.

The battle that followed was not suspenseful, although the Guardians were far stronger than the average warrior, despite the anger of the loss of their leader, and without the magic of the Elders, they were not much stronger than ordinary people in front of the monsters, and after a few minutes, like a dam that had been washed away by a flood, the Guardians' resistance completely collapsed.

The monsters roared under their breath and looked at the foes as they looked away, as if they wanted to kill them all, but the power of magic bound them to the vicinity of Rhaegar and at the orders of the summoners, they had to follow the designated route to clear the way for the geist.

A few minutes later, Rhaegar stood in the middle of the Guardian Tribe's camp, and in front of him stood the totem he had to destroy. It was a huge statue carved out of a single stone, with the head of a lion, the tail of a wolf, the body of a man, and two claw-like palms holding a sword and a shield.

Caroent, the patron saint of the steppes, in ancient times, this deity was the guardian of almost all nomadic tribes, and as a model for the promotion from ordinary creatures to gods, he was the object of worship and imitation by countless people. But it was this that made him dizzy, and two thousand years before the final battle of the gods broke out, this god who was at best a medium god made an unforgivable mistake - in order to forge a scepter for believers, he boldly broke into the mortal realm of the god of judgment and stole some precious materials.

The outcome of this event is well documented in the top-secret archives of the Guardian Tribe, of course, from Caroent's position: on the day the scepter was completed, Rhaegar violently broke into the realm of the Prairie Patron, violently took the treasure that belonged to Caroent, and then gave it to his own followers.

Rhaegar didn't have the slightest affection for the arrogant and ignorant being who had offended him, and even if he wasn't coerced, he wouldn't mind destroying the last vestige of Carroent in the world. With a brief incantation, a cracking missile swept through the space between the two, flying towards the Patronus Statue that was more than ten meters high.