Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

The day the 100-day celebration began was also the day Stella and the Elf King got married.

Stella put on the wedding dress that Damian had sent her early in the morning, and stood side by side with the Elf King, who was also dressed in his finest attire. Neither of them was inferior to the other, and they were a perfect match.

This was commonplace among the elves and fairies, but among the outsiders, apart from the immortal race who had frequent dealings with the Elf King, the others were somewhat surprised.

In their imagination, Stella was probably a beauty like a parasitic vine, but they never expected that she was almost a replica of the Elf King.

Whether in appearance, aura, or demeanor, he was impeccable; at first glance, one might mistake him for another Elf King standing before them.

Out of respect for the gods, one should naturally light candles and offer them before the statue.

It always starts with the God of Light, and this time is no exception.

However, after offering sacrifices to all the gods, the Elf King and Stella each held a candle and lit it.

"By the God of Light, I, Thranduil, the Elven King, hereby pledge my allegiance to Stella, our destinies intertwined until the end of our lives. May the gods bear witness that there will be no betrayal."

Stella was startled by Thranduil's words and looked up, only to be met with a pair of familiar yet unfamiliar eyes.

The reason they seemed unfamiliar was because their eyes carried an ancient indifference, appearing unapproachable and filled with a ruthless divinity.

It felt familiar because when he noticed Stella's gaze, his eyes softened with tenderness and affection, along with a hint of helplessness.

Stella suddenly realized that before she looked up, those eyes had been fixed on Thranduil.

Stella wasn't worried, nor did she mimic Thranduil's words. She simply smiled and said, "May the God of Light bear witness!"

Amidst the guests' incredulous gasps, light shone upon Stella and Thranduil, and butterflies formed of light fluttered around them, seemingly imbuing them with a divine quality that transcended the mortal realm.

No one can mistake the blessing of the God of Light.

As Stella turned her head, she saw Thranduil's lingering surprise, followed by a look of joy.

Thranduil kissed Stella with reverence.

The guests cheered and offered their blessings.

Of course, some people were jealous, as this was the only couple to receive divine witness and response after the gods ceased to exist.

The vampire king Victor couldn't help but complain to Joe standing behind him, "The God of Light really favors Thranduil."

Joe didn't respond to him, but cleared his throat: "Your Majesty, shouldn't we first send a message to Prince Layton, asking him to leave the Valley of Death?"

“Go ahead and send it,” Victor said casually. “It seems we can’t achieve our goal. So be it, we’ll just send it away anyway…”

He paused, then looked again at the statue of the God of Darkness below the God of Light.

"The God of Light has responded to Thranduil, Jor, when do you think the God of Darkness will respond to us?"

Asking Joe about this won't get you an answer, of course.

However, after the 100-day celebration ended and all races left the Elf Forest, the rebels' power was severely damaged.

Countless races that originally had faith but only wanted to profit from the rebel organization chose to leave.

Just like the reaction of the vampire lord Victor.

The God of Light can respond to the Elf King, but the gods they worship are unwilling to respond to them. Is it because the gods cannot do it, or because they are not devout enough and have been abandoned by the gods?

No one wants the latter answer, but when it comes to matters of piety, they can start by leaving the organization of the rebels.

This is the greatest predicament the rebels have ever faced; even the Great Purge during Eugene's time did not cause them such distress.

Apart from a few exceptions who genuinely cannot return or are truly alien races who oppose the gods, almost all the rebels are human.

Most of them are people who dare not speak out, and some even want to completely sever ties with the group.

Catherine, relying on her teacher Stella, stepped forward to gather the remaining forces of the rebels, gradually changing their doctrines. She used ruthless methods to turn the rebels into her own personal fiefdom, rewarding those who obeyed her and punishing those who opposed her.

Knowing that the gods were still alive, the nobles tacitly approved of this and together pushed Catherine to the position of Pope of the Temple of Light, making her the first female Pope.

When Catherine became Pope, she was still a Sage of Law, but she never stopped striving and finally became a God of Law at the age of two hundred.

Stella congratulated her on her success: "Catherine, you are better than me, your teacher."

Having become a trendsetter for human magicians, the unyielding and authoritative Archmage Catherine rarely showed a hint of shyness.

"Stella, stop praising me. How can I compare to you?"

“I came of age in my teens, while you were five hundred years old. By that calculation, you became a God of Law much younger than me.”

"Is that how you calculated it?" Stella asked, somewhat exasperated.

“Of course it has to be calculated my way,” Catherine said, then added coquettishly, “Stella, I haven’t seen you in so long, when are you coming to visit?”

Stella asked, "Just tell me what you want to do."

Catherine laughed: "Stella, you really understand me. I'm planning to have a wedding ceremony!"

"A wedding? With whom? Is it real?"

Stella thought about it seriously.

When the rebels fell from grace, Charlie returned to the vampire clan, but was soon sent back to Catherine's side. However, Catherine never truly trusted him, even though he later fell in love with her.

Romeo, on the other hand, and his teacher both broke away from the rebels, but he did not leave. In fact, after his teacher's death, he took root by Catherine's side and witnessed firsthand Catherine's journey to becoming a goddess of magic.

Apart from these two, the former king and knight had already married and had children, and were now old men; they could only be considered passersby in Catherine's life.

However, the three, four, or five newly emerged young people all fit Catherine's aesthetic standards, and some of them were from other races and were naturally good-looking.

So, the protagonist of Catherine's ceremony seems quite clear, but based on Stella's understanding of her...

To put it simply, the answer was exactly what Stella expected.

The wedding ceremony that Catherine described was indeed just a ceremony.

It wasn't a marriage of shared destiny; it was simply bringing their clandestine relationship into the open and formally introducing them to others.

Catherine candidly stated, "I don't want a husband, and I don't think any of them can stand shoulder to shoulder with me."

"But Romeo has been with me for a long time, and I'm willing to make him a little special."

"As for Charlie, once he gains Romeo's approval, I can give him a ceremony to make him my official lover."