Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2869: 1571: The Sequence of Events

“Please come this way!”

Observing Leo Ray’s composed expression, excitement lit up the merfolk princess’s pallid face as she pressed forward to guide them. The accompanying merfolk ministers and generals trailed behind, all displaying intense urgency.

“Your Highness, the merfolk princess, there’s still one matter I don’t quite understand.”

Leo Ray hurried through the quaint castle hallway decorated with shells and corals, inquiring, “What’s the deal with the beach situation beyond the city?”

Once Leo Ray finished speaking, Lila, Hollis, and his other companions directed inquisitive looks their way.

The chanting display they’d just seen was truly striking, yet based on the merfolk princess’s prior words, it seemed they were probably beseeching the god she referenced.

“We’re attempting to soothe the deity’s wrath. It’s surely due to that deity’s fury that my father remains confined in the temple.”

The merfolk princess pressed her crimson lips together, giving Leo Ray a nod, “Regrettably, despite our utmost efforts this time, it proved futile. The deity appeared deaf to our pleas.”

“So, you mean this peculiar chant worked in the past?”

Moli, as a Forest Language Singer, creased her brow faintly and questioned on reflex.

Though this young woman often appears scatterbrained and inept, she’s genuinely a capable Forest Elf Priest.

Teresa had remarked before that priests of old stood nearest to the gods and inherently understood divine communion.

Nevertheless, the odd spectacle their party had beheld differed vastly from any ceremony familiar to Moli.

“Indeed, these prayers were imparted directly to us by the deity.”

The merfolk princess nodded vigorously in reply, “Previously, each chant filled the deity with joy, prompting guidance toward nearby heavenly treasures. Thanks to that deity’s directions, we avoided starvation amid the Broken Wing King’s oppression.”

“But consider this: ever since the Blank Era, gods have withdrawn from this realm and ceased blessing our world. So, where exactly does your supposed deity hail from?”

Moli’s seldom-seen solemn visage delivered blunt words, “That so-called deity of yours is most likely a false god, isn’t it?”

Moli’s words prompted not just the merfolk princess but also the nearby merfolk ministers to bow their heads, revealing hesitant and remorseful looks.

Truthfully, this very doubt had arisen among numerous merfolk from the outset.

Still, the being posing as a deity displayed no hostility, instead directing the merfolk to unearth plentiful heavenly treasures and ancient artifacts. Bolstered by the elderly merfolk king’s unwavering faith, matters evolved into the present mess.

The sole peculiar aspect was the prayers they themselves instructed.

Yet, they consistently sought only these incantations as recompense, issuing no further requests, so gradually, even doubters among the merfolk relaxed their vigilance.

Not until the previous night, when the old merfolk king adhered to tradition by entering the temple solo for Divine Revelation and failed to emerge, did alarms ring out—triggered by the abrupt emergence of innumerable eerie white eyes.

Disaster struck as the Imperial Guards and ministers charging to rescue the king were wholly consumed by those impervious white eyes that shrugged off every assault, plunging the merfolk kingdom into turmoil and birthing today’s peril.

Aside from the old king’s vanishing act bound to inflame the Broken Wing King’s greed, none dared ponder if those swiftly multiplying strange white eyes would proliferate further, devouring the merfolk Royal Capital entirely.

Hence, Moli’s remark elicited no shock from the merfolk’s reactions.

Had they strenuously urged the old king against it initially, catastrophe might not have reached such heights.

Clearly now, this self-proclaimed deity diverges sharply from the gods who blessed the Ten Thousand Clans in the Silver Moon Era—particularly given the demise of countless elite merfolk warriors to those bizarre white eyes.

Seeing the profoundly tangled emotions etched on the merfolk’s faces, a flicker of reflection stirred in Leo Ray’s eyes.

Moli raised a valid concern; merging with his prior inferences, it confirmed the entity as an enigmatic force, utterly unlike the gods who once cherished the Ten Thousand Clans. Should it truly be a god, an Evil God seems probable.

That said, those personally bestowed prayers, if serving as the entity’s sole exchange, could harbor potency to gratify it—or perhaps replenish its might.

Princess, order the merfolk outside to halt their actions right away; this will only empower the entity further and raise the challenge of saving your father king.

Without a moment's pause, Leo Ray turned to her and declared, That enigmatic entity is no deity as you envision it.

Your Majesty of the Humans, do you mean…?!

The merfolk princess caught on in an instant, then urgently directed a handful of nearby merfolk ministers, Quick, tell the citizens and generals to stop! We're only aggravating the problem!

But if we anger the deity…