Chapter 437: Chapter 439: The Murmurs of Ancient Faith Chapter 437: Chapter 439: The Murmurs of Ancient Faith [Additional update, the garbled text will be restored at 3:50. If restoration fails, open the directory and long-press the chapter to redownload it.]
‘Damn… did Money Can Reach God work? I burned through most of my resources trying to find a Hero unit that could help me break the game, and it actually showed up?’ As Chen Mo looked at this native who had come to pledge allegiance, who wore the garments of a Holy Light Priest but was a Three-eyed Mage, and even at Level 57, his heart was ablaze with excitement.
“It looks like the White Frost Duchy is done for, and even the neighboring Green Iron Duchy is gone too. We can only lie low for a while,” the Duke of White Frost shook his head somewhat helplessly.
“We need to leave quickly, otherwise once that lost control faith state appears, it’s definitely going to kill me first,” the Duke of White Frost knew that that thing was the Magic God, and he had found some descriptions of the Magic God in ancient texts amidst the chaos of the other’s body.
“Dionysus’s high-level Teleportation Magic!”
“Interference, damn it, this faith derivative generated by the Main Control System can’t even stand up to the other side,” sweat poured down the Duke of White Frost’s forehead.
“Child, you shouldn’t leave, just sleep well, and all of this will pass.”
“Chaos Magic Power is overloaded, thankfully the whispering ceased, this means It can’t find me for now. There must be some limitations to it, so how did the other side locate me with what technique?” The Duke of White Frost’s expression was grave.
“What is that thing?” The Duke of White Frost felt a disturbing unease; such a phenomenon was not recorded in the knowledge he had inherited.
“You’ve crawled out of the cradle, it’s very dangerous, go back~”
“A lost control faith state, how is that possible!!!” The first time he saw that monster, he couldn’t help but scream out loud, the incredulity in his voice nearly overflowing.
“So, the cradle plan is to devolve all tribesmen into an ignorant state?”
“Everyone, prepare…” The Duke of White Frost knew this was a wide-ranging positioning attack, which was why he yelled out, only halfway through realizing not a single person could stand upright.
“It might have been born from the carcass of the Magic God, but it’s definitely not the Magic God!” The Duke of White Frost stared fiercely at the other side, he didn’t even dare to communicate with Sam now because the other side was only targeting him.
“First, I’ll disguise myself as a Priest of the Holy Light God. Sam has passed on quite a bit of blasphemous Priest knowledge to me, and although I don’t have the protection of the Abyss Demon Net to steal Divine Power, it’s no problem to disguise myself using Chaos Magic.”
“This can’t be, damn, what exactly did the cradle plan do.” The Duke of White Frost, regained his composure, sensed a change in expression; he recognized the voice, not the Magic God, not the Holy Light God, but it came from an even more ancient existence, one that protected them, known as Survival and Proliferation, a concept akin to motherhood.
“This can’t be, the faith state is very stable, they only succumb to Death, it just can’t be… Wait, the cradle plan, they changed the underlying logic of the faith state.” Fortunately, as a Duke who had long held a high position, he also calmed down quickly.
“But where is this place?” After calming down, the Duke of White Frost began to observe his surroundings; this appeared to be some Noble’s territory.
“Zijing Territory? What an interesting name. It seems it’s an Earl’s Domain, but it’s rather intriguing to place a castle on a mountain.”
The Duke of White Frost looked up, and some kind of constantly twisting flesh and light was squeezing through the Crystal Wall of the Plane.
At this moment, he was not within the White Frost Duchy, but rather with a group of people in the capital of the neighboring Duchy, which he had conquered. A myriad of Priests and Nobles were dead, and the bodies of Knights who had not experienced any battle hung from the city walls to deter the private soldiers of these Nobles.
Gathering information wasn’t a problem. He quickly collected intelligence and even inquired about which Kingdom the Earl of Zijing belonged to, better to understand his current location.
However, regrettably, the massive radiance did not, as he supposed, remain solely upon the Crystal Wall of the Main Material Plane.
But he did not let his guard down and cast the spell again. Thousands of miles may be far for ordinary people and even Transcendents of low or intermediate level, but for a Divine being, this distance was nothing.
The other side’s voice was gradually becoming clearer.
He then witnessed with his own eyes that immense existence seep through the Crystal Wall and fall straight toward him.
And now, this being had truly appeared, though not completely.
A mad God is still a God.
The high-level Teleportation went smoothly and sent him to a plain thousands of miles away. He did not know where this was, but the whispers in his head were fading, indicating that his connection with the mad God was starting to diminish.
Moreover, with the presence of the divine source of contamination, it was able to spread incessantly.
After a simple disguise, he headed towards the noble’s territory.
He was not clear about which noble it was, but he knew one thing, if he wanted to lay low for a while, his identity as a duke was not suitable. He could only disguise himself as a priest for now.
In his memory, he only knew that this had become like a slogan, that is, survival and reproduction, which they would chant in every exchange.
Indeed, he believed it could be some kind of astronomical phenomenon, a reflection of the Star Realm formed by the Crystal Wall project, which was the precursor to the Divine Power project. Back when the Crystal Wall was first established, this phenomenon could indeed be occasionally seen.
That sinister malevolence kept erupting towards him incessantly, and the third eye on his forehead desperately collided in a flurry, yet he dared not get distracted.
The Divine Power project, in essence, was aimed at seeking the existence of this concept.
In the midst of casting spells, the Duke of White Frost felt the earth shake beneath him, for the Destructive God had arrived.
He never knew that after losing control, a divine being could break its shackles and come to the Main Material Plane. All these were matters of later projects like the Cradle Plan, and he was not a member of the Three-eyed Clan from that era. He only knew what was formed from the bloodline heritage as a new generation of the Three-eyed Clan.
He needed to rest for a while. Using high-level Teleportation Magic five times in a row was already extremely lucky. He did not want to risk it a sixth time, because chaos is the core element of Chaos Magic. The first five teleportations were normal, but if the sixth resulted in a random teleport or something like a Magic Burst Technique, that would indeed be quite amusing.
He had witnessed it with his own eyes: the mad god fell within the territory of the White Frost Duchy, first decimating the entire duchy. With its massive body crashing down, no one could be spared, and the polluting divine power it emanated while moving ensured there would be no survivors.
He naturally carried a large amount of divine power, which would pose no problem if it were within the Divine Realm. Even if bestowed upon believers or subordinate Transcendents, it could enhance their power. But if blatantly exposed on the Main Material Plane, it would cause a massive contamination.
He looked up at the chaotic light approaching from afar, with the barely audible murmurings prophesying the imminent approach of the mad god.
Mobilizing Chaos Magic, his only option now was to flee through Teleportation Magic. What else could he do?
Now, it seemed that his bloodline inheritance was not omnipotent, for many secretive matters were not preserved within it.
A piercing sound exploded instantly. Even as the legendary Duke of White Frost, he couldn’t fend off the sound immediately, blood gushed from his seven orifices, and beside him, his guards also fell.
Therefore, he also taught himself a lesson.
The Duke of White Frost, who had escaped using Teleportation Magic four more times, constantly pondered this issue. He had already traveled fifty thousand miles away, but this was not a safe distance.
The mad god’s target was the Three-eyed Clan, and it seemed only he had been discovered.
As he pondered how to counter this out-of-control divine, a gust of wind passed, and the Duke of White Frost momentarily lapsed into confusion, not even noticing as the third eye on his forehead, usually tightly shut, opened.
One could only say he struck it big.
The increasingly clear voice continued to resonate in the Duke of White Frost’s mind. Fortunately, he was fast enough, and thankful that the Chaos Magic had not gone awry.
Above the Main Material Plane, a vast shadow loomed overhead.
As a high-level Teleportation spell, even he, a legendary Abyss Mage, could not achieve instant casting.
As a Chaos Magic practitioner, he needed to weave and mold carefully. Otherwise, even the slightest error could lead to a complete change in the spell.
Having done all this, he then went to meet with the Earl of Zijing.