The rest of the members let out a couple of laughs at the elf's comment. The dwarf was the first to bellow his laughter. "Aye! You're alright elf." He laughed, stroking his beard.
The head priests, each one related to one of their Six Great Gods, grew rather irritated by the comment, and the subsequent laughter that followed.
"Care to elaborate on your blasphemous comment?" The priest of fire questioned, struggling to hold back his burning rage from bursting forth.
"Well, the gods brought with them a way to determine an individual's level. My level was personally assessed by my Great Mother Goddess, I'm roughly equivalent to a good level 55, and in the right circumstances I'd be closer to level 60." The elf began.
"Listening to the ravings of a demon-" The priest of fire spoke with anger infused in his tone, a speech that was quickly cut short by a blade to his throat.
"You should know, not to blaspheme against Mother, she's a kind and loving goddess, as well as mother to all. It is you who have actively refused, and even fought back against her." The elf said, letting her blade just barely break the skin. "If not for her order to help clear out and defend this continent from the Demon Gods, I wouldn't have come here. So watch yourself."
The priest to the god of death took a deep breath, a nervous sweat dripping down his brow. "Alright, please calm down. Explain this level concept you have, the one we use rates our god-kin at level 80-" All of the strong members among the heroes bellowed in laughter. "What?"
The elf removed her blade from the fire priest's neck as she did her best to stifle a laugh. "Way to make me feel bad for beating the stupid, and weak. No wonder why she wanted us to do things this way. Your country has drastically gone down the drain since the age of your gods among you." She couldn't help but laugh now, and then sighed. "If you really think that he's an 80, then I'm a 110. Which I'm not. And I can confidently state that, because Brightness Dragon Lord is last rated as 105. And I'm nothing but an ant- a faithful one- in his eyes."
"So what you're saying is-"
The voice behind the platinum armor finally spoke up again. "We're saying that you sent them all to their deaths, due to your own ignorance. Besides, from what I've seen and heard from the Platinum Dragon Lord, there is a huge difference between proper gear, and garbage gear. Even if they were level 80 as you suggest, they were clearly equipped with garbage."
"That's because that demon-" The priest of earth shouted, then looked at the deadly stare from the elf and quickly changed their tune. "I mean, that's because all our gear was stolen by her."
"No it wasn't, Mother only took what she needed to ensure you wouldn't get any stupid ideas of revenge. Besides, you could have asked for aid, and instead you didn't, launching head forward into the guillotine."
The priests grit their teeth, seething with a boiling fury from deep within their souls. "I think that's enough of that. Let's source some gear for that idiot taking a nap. Once that's done, we can get used to how we all work together in a fight." The platinum armor's voice said.
…
While on break, the elf used a message spell to convey her report on the situation to her companion in the elven nation who converted it into a written document to deliver to their Mother, Night Silver.
This action caused a deep resentment towards the elves, from deep within the priests. Though, they had to bear with it, and bide their time. Now was not the time to act on such thoughts, for there was a far greater foe threatening them all.
…
"Hmm, it seems like the Slane Theocracy really was just as pathetically weak as I had suspected. Ordinarily there's no way for a level 55 to defeat a level 80 in single combat. Even with cash shop items that would be difficult, purely with the stat advantages in play."
"That means that the one who survived, which was earlier confirmed to be their strongest, is definitely not level 80, but in fact more like level 60. It's actually a miracle they managed to take one of the Demon Gods down with a force like that…"
"Actually, about that lady Issanth, the investigation we sent out to that area had reported that the one they took out was at most level 85."
"I wonder now, should we just destroy them?" Everyone waited in silence, then Night Silver sighed. "No, I won't do that without a damn good reason for it. We will continue as planned for now. I really would like to take a break from the world's problems." She continued, after thinking it over in her head for a little bit.
…
Several weeks passed by, and not only did the training finally whip the god-kin back into shape, it leveled everyone up a little bit. And just in time too, because the new gear arrived, the country of origin on the other hand, was not mentioned, for a variety of reasons.
Gathered, and geared, finally having made a true team with everyone… The 13 members set out for the remaining handful of Demon Gods. A journey fraught with danger, and to top it off, the only member that wasn't really needed was the god-kin from the Slane Theocracy. He was a pompous brat, born with a golden spoon in his mouth.
They arrived at their first target, the final Demon God in the Slane Theocracy's territory. "Oh wow, that sure is a sight, ain't it?"
"What the hell is this? The one I fought last time was nothing like this…"
"Is that so, mister god-kin? Seems like a Demon God to me. Perhaps yours was just a baby one? Given how weak you were, it wouldn't surprise me."
"You bitch. Watch me, I'm going to take that thing down myself." The god-kin charged in…
"Hey idiot, that's the wrong way."
"I suddenly got a stomach ache."
The other members of the 13, each changed their expression to one of disgust.