At the foot of the mountain, which was bustling with people preparing for the festival, Ulysses was meticulously checking the security around the festival venue.

Although it didn't have the big deal of using a space demon to construct an entire space as it was during the Radiant Festival, it didn't have the years-long preparation time and the strong support of Sophia, one of the three major countries on the continent. But in just two days, the area centered on the Kamimeng Shrine has changed dramatically from the past.

Tall trees, blooming flowers, fruit trees and fountains that suddenly grow out of nowhere. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Ulysses would never have imagined that just a few days ago, it was like after the war.

Tribal people, dressed in all kinds of fancy costumes, came from all parts of the southern land in various ways. There was a team of people sitting on a three-person tall white giant elephant domineering while opening the way, some people flew from the distant mountains on the golden-winged roc bird, and some rode green oxen and drank at will.

In addition to the people of the southern tribes, well-informed merchants also heard the news and did not hesitate to use extremely expensive flying magical beasts to come here with precious goods. There are also a lot of goblins that are rarely seen here.

It can be said that the festival that Fei'er decided to convene made the entire southern land a sensation. The tribal leaders who understood the special significance of this festival from ancient legends treated this special festival with the highest courtesy.

Because they know that this is the call of the Guardian of the Southern Land, the will of one of the highest totems, the immortal Phinicos.

With such a large influx of people, coupled with the deterrent power emanating from the Kamimu Shrine, both the demons led by Lekutoru and the dark gods represented by Chris all chose a temporary truce.

Because they have all discovered that the current state of the immortal bird Phinicols is not only not weakened, but is incomparably stronger, so strong that it seems that the slightest provocation will completely get out of control.

It was as if they were telling them that they were not allowed to destroy the festival, or they would die without a place to be buried.

Fighting the immortal Phinicos in this state is never a wise move.

But this incredibly strong state could not last long, and both Lecutoru and Chris were waiting, waiting for the moment when the festival would end.

As a result, the preparations for the festival went quite smoothly, without the attack of the dark gods, without the invasion of Cris, everything went incredibly smoothly.

"Strange? Is it really nothing?" Ulysses had to admit the fact after manipulating the Sky Butterfly to search every corner around the Kamimu Shrine, almost digging three feet into the ground.

In the fog of war, a large number of incoming enemies have all disappeared without a trace, as if they had never appeared.

Fei'er seemed to have expected this for a long time, and she even released the children of the gods who had been confined to the central temple for the first time, restoring their freedom.

Although they have obtained the power of the gods, these sons of the gods are only boys and girls about fourteen years old in the final analysis, and they can't bear to be bound in that temple for so long, and after regaining their freedom, they can't wait to leave the temple one by one and go to the foot of the mountain to enjoy the joy of the festival.

Although the festival has not yet been officially held, the town at the foot of the mountain is already full of joy, and the people who have come from all over the world in the past two days, and the various buildings that have sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, have long since wiped the traces of the recent war clean.

I don't know if it's because of the influence of the power of the immortal bird Phinicos, the vitality of this area is more than ten times higher than that of other areas, and the power of the elves' natural spells has also increased several times. With the help of the elves, building new buildings on the vibrant lands of the South is a no-brainer.

The town at the foot of Kamiyume Shrine Mountain changes hourly, minute-by-minute, and every second, and with the help of the elves, a green town is spreading, like the palaces of the legendary goddess of nature.

Actually, there weren't so many goblins here, and although Nanali had summoned a few of her friends around her, and the goblins themselves had always had a good relationship with the Southern Church, it wasn't enough to attract so many goblins who had rarely set foot in the human world.

What is it that attracts so many goblins who never usually appear in the human world, and the number of them is snowballing?

The answer is - butterflies, or more accurately, a large number of fantastic butterflies released by Ulysses for the patron god Dream Shrine.

No one pays special attention to a few fluttering butterflies, and although golden butterflies are rare, they are not absent from the illustrated book—Ulysses takes it for granted.

He could not have imagined the terrifying attraction of these golden beings, beloved by heaven and earth, intertwined with three different mothers and their powers, and finally conceived, to the elves.

For the goblins who advocate nature and pursue the beauty of all nature, the golden butterfly, which has an unprecedented beautiful color and contains the aura of a fragment of the world, is simply a miracle of life flying in the sky.

Such a mythical and beautiful creature, even the appearance of only one is enough to cause a sensation in the entire goblin clan, not to mention that there are hundreds of them flying in the sky of this area, how can these lovely goblins not go crazy.

However, what these elves can't understand is that they are naturally able to communicate with these beautiful butterflies.

These little golden cuties are like beautiful elves who have come to this world from fantasy, so beautiful, so dreamy, and even give people a feeling of unreality.

In order to communicate with these beautiful golden creatures, the clever elves have tried their best, but unfortunately all methods have failed. Not to mention a successful exchange, I have never even succeeded in really observing it up close.

Obviously, they are flying in the air at will, but they are at a distance from everyone. As soon as someone gets close, they will fly away, and no matter how much you try to chase them, they won't seem to hear them, no matter what you say.

However, the more this happens, the more the elves can't contain their love for them.

Their beauty transcends the limits of their race, and they are enough to captivate thousands of living beings when they fly.

Especially for elves, if the attraction of these golden butterflies to humans is ten, then for goblins who love the beauty of nature, they are infinity and cannot be counted by numbers.

Almost every goblin who saw them was charmed and willingly stayed, just to see their beautiful bodies dancing.

As a result, more and more goblins came to participate in this festival, even surpassing the glorious festival that was the first in the mainland, and this number was still increasing on an hourly basis.

As a result, there is a different scenery in the festival, as long as a golden butterfly flies from the sky, all the goblins will stop their work together and begin to look at this beautiful creature in fascination.

The beauty of their bodies, which only the fairies can fully feel, is an extraordinary natural beauty, an endless, eternal breath, like the darlings of heaven and earth.

Their every move is so perfect, like the most perfect work of art created by God, every wave of wings, every trembling contains the beauty of life, making all goblins feel refreshed.

Such magical golden creatures are like a treasure given to them by the world to the elf clan. Just looking at them, the elves are comforted by the emptiness of their long lives, and if you can get a little closer to them, you will be able to find the warm breath that wraps around them.

For the elves, they are a precious treasure that shines brighter than any gem, and the miracle of life given by the world.

Many goblins who saw them for the first time chased after them as desperately as Nanali at the beginning. However, like Nanali, he couldn't even get close, and finally had to give up the chase in frustration, and could only observe them carefully, for fear that they would disappear without knowing when.

In this way, the festival has a special scenery, every time the golden butterflies come, the elves fall into a state of joy, and begin to cherish every minute and second with them, and when the butterflies fly away, the elves will continue their original activities.

In fact, for the vast majority of goblins who don't lack money and have little interest in humans, the only purpose of coming to this festival is these golden butterflies.

I'm afraid that only these golden elves, who are so loved by heaven and earth and have beauty that do not belong to human beings, will make the indifferent goblins have such a fanatical impulse, because it is the beauty that all goblins cannot resist, the greatest temptation in this world.

Seeing the frenzy of the elves, there are already humans secretly trying to catch these golden butterflies that seem to be worth a lot of money.

It's a pity that even what Nanali didn't do desperately at the beginning, ordinary humans are even more delusional. However, every day, human beings are toyed with by these naughty golden butterflies, and some unscrupulous people don't know when they will disappear.

As for where they are going, there is an answer in the abyss beneath the earth.

Ulysses didn't know much about it, so when he made his first tour of the foot of the mountain today, he found himself wondering why he was being watched by so many beautiful elves—a look that puzzled him.

He didn't notice that on his shoulders and the tips of his hair, there were a few little golden things lazily resting on them, and their little wings were fanning one by one, attracting the hearts of countless innocent goblins.

(To be continued)