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Chapter 856: Chapter 233: True Forms of the 9 Pillar Gods_2 Chapter 856: Chapter 233: True Forms of the 9 Pillar Gods_2 Aiwass quickly glanced over the few Pillar Gods he had seen, looking lastly at Amber.

—— From the Pillar Gods Aiwass had seen, the difference shouldn’t be too extreme.

The most distinct one was the boss…

but considering the boss is also the God of Concealment and Transformation, displaying a unique image outward is quite normal.

The Pillar God of the Path of Dusk, “Amber,” is actually a white-haired girl encased within a dusk-colored crystal.

She wore no ornaments or clothes, appearing as though she was sealed or buried here.

Her body curled up like a baby, as if she was earnestly embracing something.

Her snow-white hair naturally curved, seeming to entwine into a cocoon, vaguely enveloping her within.

Yet this crystal seemed not to be a crystal, as the hair inside the crystal slightly fluttered, as if floating in amniotic fluid.

Aiwass also keenly noticed that extending from where Amber’s ears would be was a pair of pure white small wings.

Behind her spread out two large pure white wings, crossed in the front, shielding her nearly completely exposed body.

On the sides of her legs, which the wings did not cover, were another pair of wings about the size of the ones by her ears.

The girl’s body was so pale as to be nearly transparent…

or perhaps, it was the sculptor’s intention to convey this kind of faint “translucency.” More eye-catching than her body were the three pairs of pure white wings.

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So this is what Amber is like?”

Aiwass murmured: “Amber was originally an Avianfolk…”

This was the first time Aiwass had seen Amber — there were no divine statues or sacred paintings of Amber in the Cathedral of Candle Master in Avalon.

He did not even know whether Amber was male or female, or what race…

considering Amber became a Pillar God during the “Cicada Slough” incident, they should have a gender.

Aiwass did not know the lifespan of Avianfolk, nor whether they appeared younger or older.

But from Amber’s facial features, one could still see a sense of juvenility.

From a human perspective, she looked at most like a teenager, about fifteen or sixteen years old.

This caused some hesitation in Aiwass.

Amber…

as the “God of Supreme Pinnacle, God of Eternal Perfection”, why did she look so young?

He remembered, ever since the Cicada Slough incident, Amber had always been the strongest Pillar God.

And the image of a Pillar God should be close to how they ascended — of course, there was no evidence, this was just a conclusion Aiwass deduced from experience and intuition.

But if that was the case, Amber was unexpectedly young…@@novelbin@@

In front of these nine statues, there was one long table more than usual.

At this moment, the Pure White Saintess was not kneeling in front of the Nine Pillar Gods like usual, but sitting in the middle of the long table, facing the group led by Aiwass walking towards the statues.

She was gently closing her eyes, softly chanting a melodious Holy Song.

This was music capable of purifying the soul; just listening to it felt healing — this was no exaggeration.

Those afflicted with illnesses might truly be healed by hearing this song.

The position of the Saintess was in front of the Hourglass, which was also the apex of the entire circular room.

On the other side of this long table, there were only three seats.

The seat to the right of the Saintess was empty.

And to the left of the Saintess, the person was none other than Master Yanis, who was surprisedly looking at Isabel.

“…How did you come?”

Yanis whispered.

Isabel’s lips curled up, she raised a finger to her lips, not making a sound and communicated with her mouth shape: “It’s a secret.”

Though responding to Yanis, Isabel’s gaze was almost uncontrollably drawn to the Pure White Saintess.

More accurately, to the chest of the Pure White Saintess placed on the table.

At this moment, the Saintess’s hands, index, middle, and ring fingers pressed together, formed a pyramid shape on the table.

But this was not just an empty-topped pyramid…

rather, it looked like she was resting her arms on her chest.

Isabel: ???

Good, so big…

The young Half-Elf Queen widened her eyes, silently marvelling.

—— Is such a size really reasonable?

Her cheeks puffed slightly, quietly challenging nature with her silent query.

She discreetly turned her head towards Aiwass, noticing that Aiwass was not staring at the Pure White Saintess, but was sizing up the Pillar God Amber, which secretly relieved her.

Upon seeing Aiwass, the Pure White Saintess slightly nodded her head to her left side, signaling Aiwass to walk this way: “In front of Lord of Scalefeather.”

“Understood, Your Highness.”

Aiwass said, and then took Isabel to the side.

Soon, Aiwass found their place right in front of Lord of Scalefeather.

The enormous chair back, used like at a promotion ceremony, had “Aiwass” written in Elf cursive script, with a small chair on each side.

After Aiwass and the two sat down, several little elf girls also dressed in nun’s attire came to serve them drinks.

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That was a liquid as clear and sparkling as ruby.

Aiwass sniffed.

—This is Sacred Tree No.1.

He identified the taste of this fine wine merely by its fragrance.

After the little girl with grey hair finished pouring three glasses of wine intently, Aiwass smiled and softly said to her, “Thank you.”

The girl was slightly startled, then she looked at Aiwass with a smile on his face.

It was then she finally saw the face of the young Cardinal Archbishop clearly.

“…Human, human?”

The girl, originally expressionless like a doll, now unconsciously revealed a touch of surprise and joy on her face.

Her eyes showed a strong desire of “I want to touch him.” However, she glanced at the photographer at the door of the room subconsciously and eventually suppressed her desire.

“You are really cute.”

The girl whispered softly, “Cardinal.”

Then, the girl bowed slightly and then, with a faint smile on her face, turned and left.

After the girl left, Isabel whispered, “Who is she?

A maid of the Pope?”

“No,” Aiwass said softly, “If it wasn’t for us…

she would be the candidate for this generation’s Pope.”

“Such a young child?”

“Don’t let her appearance fool you, she must be close to a hundred years old, if not over.”

Aiwass said casually, then looked around.

From here, one could hear Her Holiness the Saintess singing up close.

And the beverage, the best wine in the world, made from the blood of Angel Envoys, Sacred Tree No.1…

I must say, it’s really exhilarating.

He came early, so there weren’t many people around Aiwass.

Only the area near Eternal Self and Gemini Mirror had a lot of people, and he was one of the first to come to this side.

Suddenly, Aiwass felt someone gently push his shoulder from behind.

He turned his head using his right side and saw Lily had already turned back, looking at the person behind.

The young man behind him was smiling and waving at Aiwass.

He had changed into a pure white robe, which made Aiwass not recognize him at first.

Later, seeing his bright smile, he realized it was the Cardinal Archbishop nicknamed “Topaz,” Siegfried.

Beside him was a woman with silver hair and a strong man with brown hair.

Both were pureblood elves.

“My wife, Kriemhild.”

Siegfried said with a smile, grabbing the man’s shoulder, “This is my brother.

Which one is your wife?”

“This one.”

Aiwass said with a light laugh, pulling Isabel’s hand, “Her name is Isabel.”

“Half-Elf…”

Siegfried looked at Isabel thoughtfully, “She looks somewhat familiar to me.”

Humans, to elves, have the added charm of being as cute as cats and dogs—however, if one is a Half-Elf, they instantly lose this unique allure.

In human aesthetics, half-elves might even be cuter than pureblood elves, because they possess the nobility and delicate features of elves as well as the rounded facial contours of humans.

But in elf aesthetics…

half-elves are probably considered a curiosity.

Among extremist elf factions, they might even be considered grotesquely unpleasant.

Only a few elves have a particular fondness for half-elves, and clearly, Siegfried is not one of them.

This is also why half-elves have a hard time attaining high status in Holy Nation—elves, like everyone else, judge by appearances; it’s just a matter of different aesthetics.

“So everyone brings their wives?”

Aiwass felt suddenly empowered.

He had been worried that bringing Isabel might break the rules.

“Not necessarily, like Cardinal Favna…”

Siegfried said in a low voice.

And just then, Cardinal Favna walked over.

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