With this thought in mind, Eve looked at the player who had delivered the message.
"You’ve worked hard," she said, nodding slightly towards him, and casually rewarded him with 3,000 contribution points.
The player’s face lit up with joy, thanked her, and then left.
And Eve, she fell into deep thought.
She checked her status panel:
[Name: Eve Yggdrasil]
[Race: World Tree (Ancient God)]
[Level: 150 (Mythical)]
[Status: Low-level Divine Power]
[Divine Duties: Nature, Life, Elves]
[Titles: Goddess of Life, Mother Nature, Elf Sovereign]
[Divine Power: 8721/10000]
[Believer Count: 135180 (Saints 1, Fanatics 128, Devout Believers 25414, Casual Believers 109642)]
[Types of Believers: Earth Cave Spider Empress (1), Dragon (1), Oak Guardian (105), Elf (2467), Half-Elf (1453), Elf-Human Hybrids (130924), Human (214), Half-Beast (15)]
[Abilities: Absorption, Communication, Grant, Enlightenment, Healing, Summoning, Divine Descent, Divine Domain...]
[True Divine Artifacts: Life Scepter, Withered Heart (Incomplete)]
So many days had passed, yet her Divine Power hadn’t changed much.
Although she had more believers, and the feedback from player battles had increased, the consumption from the war was also significant.
However, Eve believed, compared to herself, Uller over there must be in worse shape, likely hemorrhaging Divine Power.
The most gratifying thing was still the number of believers. Although the number of devout believers was somewhat lacking, the total number had reached the standard for Divine Country positioning.
Considering some of Eve’s speculations, this number and quality of believers should just about suffice.
"Let’s wait a bit longer. Now is not the best time. The ideal moment will come after Uller makes a mythological appearance..."
"It should be soon. Once the half-beast side determines that they cannot defeat the players through sheer force, they will definitely opt to deploy a myth, and at that time, it will be the true moment of decisive battle."
The war of faith, in essence, was a struggle between True Gods.
And this time, mythological powers were destined to step in.
With mythological participation, the real decisive battle would no longer be a worldly conflict but rather a clash between myths.
Having made up her mind, Eve glanced at her information again.
Looking at the last type of her believers, her gaze turned somewhat peculiar.
She had gained a dozen or so half-beast believers.
These were some of the half-beast slaves whom the players had captured and brought to Rivendell as miners.
*Who knows how the players brainwashed them? Among the thousands of half-beast miners, they managed to fool a few...*
Of course, they were all casual believers.
Moreover, the quality of faith provided by half-beast believers was not high, just a bit better than the human average.
Shaking her head, Eve looked towards the battlefield.
The battle in the Death Desert was still ongoing.
But she did not join the fight. Instead, she stood atop a platform on the earth wall, observing.
The battle had reached a stalemate, turning into a tug-of-war, extremely brutal.
The half-beast army had already neared the city walls, and in many places, they had set up siege towers against the walls. Close combat was occurring all over the earth walls, where the originally tan walls had been stained dark red by the blood of half-beasts and players alike.
However, with the added protection of the divine arts defense barrier and the home-field advantage, the half-beasts could not break through the earth walls and were stuck in a deadlock with the players.
Both sides suffered losses, but as the attacking side without mages, the half-beasts were faring worse.
In a subtle way, they were already showing signs of decline.
"Morale has already dropped, and with the darkening skies, they won’t be able to fight for much longer."
"It’s just a matter of when they retreat and when they deploy the myths."
Gazing at the half-beast formation, Eve muttered to herself.
And shortly after, a deep horn sounded from the back of the half-beast lines...
The half-beasts, they retreated.
Leaving behind a field full of equipment.