Chapter Ninety-Five: The Temple of the God of War
"Those two military ranged golems have been inspected, and they belong to the Northern Legion. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć info is sending someone to the Northern Legion to check the serial number on it, but there is little hope of finding out any clues, the Northern Legion's own treasury management and accounts are a mess, reselling military materials has been one of their main incomes in the past few decades, and there are many families and organizations that buy these military golems, and it is difficult to say whether they will change hands and sell them......"
"As for the port, do you find out how they got in?"
"Lord Roynara is organizing an investigation...... But again, there is little hope. The port is busy, and there are many ways to hide it from their inspections. In fact, there may be some news about those rat gangs in this regard, but the biggest gangs have just been purged, and the underground order is also very chaotic... Also, if you use a high-end folding bag, a mage can also transport those things in batches and assemble them. ā
"Did the Lady of the Night's church send you any information? That female assassin is very powerful, and she will not be unknown in the Lady's church. As a clergyman, why would he be willing to be a lackey of an arcane master?"
"Someone has been sent to deliver the news. But Lady's church is scarce and hidden, and it is impossible to get a clear response in a short time. ā
In the aftermath of a sudden terrorist attack, the joint investigation of the temple proceeded very quickly, but it had no effect at all. It was undoubtedly a well-planned attack, and although it failed in the end, what was revealed behind it still made many people shudder.
"It only took a few days for Osstar City to obtain this core fragment of the Floating City, and the fact that these people were able to arrange such a thorough and dangerous plan not only shows that they have a very powerful intelligence network here, but also that they have more energy and execution than we can imagine. It seems that the last cultist unrest showed only the tip of the iceberg, and this time it is their true strength. ā
Beneath the statue of the Guardian Hand, a brief meeting is taking place among the temple leaders gathered as a result of the previous attack. High Priest Morning's voice was heavy and his face was ugly, not only because almost all of the Temple of the Guardian Hand had to be renovated, and the power he and the temple had accumulated a lot of energy, but also because he knew very well that guarding this fragment of the Floating City was faintly beyond their ability.
"Completely disregarding the life and death of civilians, and directly using the Yang Yan Explosion in such a large city. It was only after abandoning the status and glory of the nobility and rulers that the madness of these arcanists was truly revealed. Foreseeably, there will be an endless stream of similar situations in the future, and I can't imagine the day when we can't defend ourselves and let spells like the Sun Flame Burst or the Rotten Sac explode in the city......"
"Yes, something like this must never happen again. There must be a solution. High Priest Xander was equally unsightly, and his voice was low.
"So, you're trying to destroy it?" "The Sword of Benevolence glanced at the pieces that had been put back on the Guardian Hand statue. As the Warrior who reclaimed the Fragment from the Arcanist, and the one who brought it back before, he and Wind Yinqiu are also eligible to participate in this meeting.
"You can't destroy it. We'd rather it never be unearthed. I'm not blaming you, we're grateful to you for being able to bring this thing and avoid falling into the hands of dangerous Arcanists, but it's also a real headache for us. High Priest Sandel sighed. "The Imperial Arcane Floating City is more than just a building floating in the sky, it is the pinnacle of Arcane civilization. They directly open the Elemental Territory to gain power, we don't know how the Arcanists made this thing, and that Power Core can support the Elemental Territory, so we can't destroy it by any conventional means. ā
"Oh?" Feng Yinqiu was also slightly moved when he heard this. They had seen it when they got it, but they didn't find anything out of the ordinary. "And how did this thing break and become splinters?"
"It was in the war of that year that I was hit by the root law caused by the combined efforts of several gods. This was actually the most critical scene of the battle at that time, which directly caused the three floating cities to go out of control and the magic net to shake. This is a fundamental force in the world, and there is nothing like it. ā
"Can you show me that fragment again now?" Feng Yinqiu pointed to the block fragment. High Priest Morning nodded, motioning for a paladin next to him to bring it over.
Holding this strangely shaped crystal that looked like a strange Rubik's cube in his hand again, Feng Yinqiu seemed to feel that there was nothing unusual. Recalling the eruption of the vitality of heaven and earth that he felt in the swamp, as well as the abnormal movement of the true talisman in the divine soul, he thought at that time that it was emitted by other things that had not been found in the underground mausoleum, and he planned to explore it again when he had time, but if it was as several high priests said, the abnormal movement at that time was indeed because of this. It's just that now it seems that this is really just an ordinary crystal, and even the true talisman of all things doesn't feel anything unusual.
Of course, it won't really be ordinary, Feng Yinqiu squeezed it hard in his hand, at least the strength of this block fragment is far from being comparable to any crystal gem. He thought about it, took a deep breath, exhaled suddenly, and twisted it with all his might.
Gabba sounded, but it was his two fingers that couldn't bear this huge force, the phalanges were broken, the muscles and flesh were strained, the skin and flesh were also cut on the edges and corners of the fragments, and the flesh and blood of one hand were blurred.
The eyes of the people around them were all stunned, ordinary people couldn't do it to the point of hurting their limbs like this, no matter how hard they tried, and the eyes of the two high priests were even more strange, with their superior perception, they could feel a trace of deep and hazy divine aura when Feng Yin Qiu was full of strength just now.
"Heal. With a wave of his hand, a healing magic spell fell on Feng Yinqiu, and the torn flesh in his hand actually slowly closed back at a speed visible to the naked eye, which made the others can't help but look at him strangely. The healing magic of the Guardian Hand is of course outstanding, but it is far from that good, and this is more than half of the effect that can only be regarded as the superposition of the healing power of one's own body.
"Thank you, Your Excellency High Priest. Feng Yinqiu nodded. He didn't care about the strange eyes of the people around him, just now he screwed it with all his might, even the strange metal of the blade golem containing the innate gold qi had to be twisted into twists, and the reshaped body of this wolf god was far beyond the limit that people could reach from some angles, but there were still big problems with his own use.
And the feeling just now is indeed a little strange, he vaguely feels that there is an undetectable block in his hand in a very short period of time has collapsed and deformed, but immediately by an inexplicable force to restore the original. And in that extremely short moment, it seemed that there had been some changes in the true talisman of all things, but this change time was too short for him to observe carefully.
"I see... This is supposed to be a node projected in this world by the high-dimensional laws simulated by the magic net. In other words, the essence of this thing is not at the material level, no wonder......"
Feng Yinqiu turned his head in astonishment, and saw that it was the Sword of Benevolence not far away who said this. The former cult high priest who had recently been obsessed with arcane magic was rubbing his chin in his hand and looking at the fragment intently, muttering words in his mouth. After feeling Feng Yinqiu's stunned eyes, he was also stunned, and suddenly laughed a little embarrassed: "Recently, I have been fascinated by reading those arcane books, and I have memorized them unconsciously, Brother Feng, don't be surprised." ā
"Where, how. Feng Yinqiu waved his hand, just looking at him with a slightly strange look.
In other words, this thing can only be activated with specific arcane equipment and methods, and everyone else will just have a copper pea in their hands that cannot be broken or chewed. The sword of mercy turned to the two high priests. "Since you can't lose it, and you can't break it, find someone you can trust to hide it. ā
"But we now suspect that the Revival has used the high-ring arcane to locate the fragment. The arcane prophecy of causal weaving similar to sequencing is rare, but it is definitely in the hands of the Revival Society. It's too important to them, they're going to use it, and there's no way we can block that positioning. ā
"You can't destroy it, you can't hide it. To be well guarded, it must be placed in the temple altar, but the larger the temple altar, there must be a large number of devotees around it...... It seems that this is a really hot potato. The Sword of Benevolence thought for a moment and smiled. "If you want me to suggest it, just sell it. ā
The word "sell?" stunned everyone present. "Sell to whom?"
"Whoever wants it, who bids high, sells it to. The sword of benevolence replied as a matter of course. "According to you, the Arcanists of the Revival Society are determined to get this thing, and that attack like last night will definitely happen again. Just negotiate a suitable price with them and sell it. Ah, didn't I hear that the Arcane Academy was the top arcane research institute in the continent of Europe? Surely they were interested too? That Duke of Inclere was also rich. Just call them to an auction together, and maybe you can make a lot of money......"
"How is this possible?" the two high priests shook their heads repeatedly, their expressions incredulous. "How can the value of this thing be measured in gold? and we can't give it to either side. The damage of the arcane civilization to the entire world and to this continent is already too deep. Arcane civilizations, no matter how remarkable they may seem, can only be a tool to satisfy the ambitions and desires of those mages. We can't give the Arcane civilization any chance of revival. ā
The Sword of Benevolence shook his head and said, "But judging from the current trend, it may only be a matter of time before it is snatched away by those arcanists by various means, this time with the Eight Rings Arcane, next time maybe with the Nine Rings." Once that arcane was in effect yesterday, no more than one percent of the city's population would remain. This time I didn't care about the lives of ordinary people, and next time maybe I would use the lives of ordinary people as a tool, and if I had enough power, maybe one day those crazy mages would directly threaten you with the lives of the entire West Coast people. We have a saying in the West that only when you are a thief for a lifetime, it is impossible to guard against a thief for a lifetime. Rather than "working hard to make the situation worse and worse", it is better for everyone to negotiate a plan that is acceptable to everyone. Of course, it doesn't have to be measured by money, and it can be exchanged for other things at the same price. For example, if they hand over all the eight-ring, nine-ring arcane scrolls or something, there is always room for mutual compromise. ā
After the Sword of Benevolence said this, there was silence all around, and the two high priests looked at each other silently. Although they have a firm faith, after all, they have come all the way through decades of storms and waves, and it is not that they really do not know the importance of compromise, which seems untenable in principle, but in practice it may be the only most advantageous option.
"Can you... Please send this to the Western Continent to the two of you, or the envoys of the 'Qian' Empire? As far as I know, the magic net cannot extend through the Chaos Storm. That way, even if they could chase after it, it would be useless. ā
Gawain's sudden suggestion made the eyes of the others light up, and it seemed like a good choice. Unfortunately, before Feng Yinqiu and the Sword of Benevolence could speak, the High Priest of the Storm Temple on the side shook his head. It was a thin old woman in her sixtieth year, and her voice was as penetrating as the winter sea breeze: "The Goddess has warned me that the Chaos Storm is going through a period of unprecedented frenzy, and anyone who tries to break into it is killing themselves. Returning to the Western Continent for at least a few years would be a dangerous move. ā
"So why don't you throw this thing into the Chaos Storm Sea?"
"Once the storm has cleared, they can use the Arcane Control Sea Beast to retrieve it. They have an advantage over us in this regard. ā
"Send it to the dwarves or orcs, use their power to fight against the revival ......"
"It's impossible for them to agree. Those barbarians are hostile to the Arcanists, and they are by no means friendly to ordinary people, and they are not stupid, and using them indiscriminately will only cause greater conflict. ā
"So what are you going to do? Is it really just ......?"
"Ladies and gentlemen, I heard that you are worried about how to protect the fragments of the power core of the Floating City? Please don't worry, we have a solution here that will definitely satisfy everyone!"
The high-spirited and high-willed voice of the old man in white robe entered everyone's ears with the stride of an old man in white robes, making everyone stunned and at ease, High Priest Mo Ning nodded at the old man in white robe: "Your Excellency Miles, may I ask you what good suggestions you have?"
The old man did not hesitate and replied confidently: "It's very simple. Just send this Floating City fragment to the Temple of the God of War in the Scorching Fortress. There is the most powerful armament and garrison in the whole continent, and a situation like this is impossible under any circumstances! and our Temple of War will never be afraid of any challenge!"
This answer did not elicit a warm response from the others, and the two high priests nodded slightly in agreement. High Priest Sandel thought for a moment and asked, "Then Lord Miles, are you saying this on behalf of the Fighting God Temple, or on behalf of the Southern Legion?"
"It's the Temple of the God of War. The Temple of the God of War, of course. The white-robed old man spat out the word very clearly and vigorously, in order to increase the impression of others. "Everyone knows that the Temple of War and the Southern Legion have a great relationship, and they can be said to be interdependent. The Southern Legion had long promised that it would never interfere with the Temple of War's every move, and it was impossible to ignore any threat to the Temple of War. The madmen of the Revival Society who use the restoration of the empire as an excuse are also hated by Captain Amos and several other adults. As long as they dare to make any trouble in the Scorching Fortress, the Southern Legion will never let them go!"
"Speaking of which... It is indeed a solution as well. High Priest Xander nodded. Although the Southern Legion is not the same as the Temple Church, it is also not against the Revival Society. Compared with the ecclesiastical power, which only added some daily trouble to them, the powerful aristocracy, who had gained huge benefits, was truly disgusted by the banner of the 'revival of the empire' from the bottom of their hearts. As the largest military group on the mainland, the Southern Army is the representative of the real power aristocracy. From this point of view, we can barely be regarded as strategic allies.
The most important point is that the Burning Fortress does not have a large number of civilians, and it is indeed the most heavily guarded place on the entire continent.
"If the Southern Army can really be neutral, this is indeed the way to go. We'll call on the other temples to send men to the Fighting God Temple in the Burning Fortress to help you protect it. High Priest Morning nodded. The Southern Legion is powerful, but has little interest in the arcane itself, and the fragments of the Floating City should not be attractive to them. "Of course, this matter needs more consultation. Your Excellency Miles, you can't make a decision for His Highness the Fighting God, can you?"
"Of course I can't, but I think Your Excellency the High Priest will approve of this suggestion, and any challenge will be a good opportunity for us to sharpen ourselves in the Temple of War. We can go to Nande City right away, where there is the military arcane communication sequence of the Southern Legion, which our Temple of War can borrow. It's only three or four days away from Oss. If the two high priests are willing, we will soon be able to come to an agreement. ā
The two High Priests glanced at each other and nodded slowly: "We agree to this plan in principle, Lord Miles, you go and seek the opinions of the High Priest and the Southern Legion." Then we'll work through the details. ā
"Yes. But before I do that, I have one more important thing to do. The old man nodded, then turned his gaze to the Sword of Benevolence beside him, and anger and anger began to rise in his eyes and voice. "On behalf of our Chief Fighter of the God of War Temple, His Excellency Sowud, I would like to challenge this despicable Westerner to life and death! He actually used such despicable means to sneak attack His Excellency Sovud before, it is a humiliation to all the warriors of the War God Temple!"
The Sword of Benevolence didn't even look at the old man, but only asked the High Priest of Moning next to him: "Your Excellency, High Priest, I just wanted to ask, who is this stupid old man who is full of fighting spirit and self-confidence, and thinks he can save the whole universe? ā
High Priest Morning coughed and replied, "This is His Excellency Priest Miles of the Fighting God Temple. He had just returned from attending the God of War festival in the scorching fortress in the south. And the Sovud warrior he was talking about was the one who had a conflict with you earlier and was seriously injured. And the wounds of Lord Sovud ...... I have heard from Priest Lily, the most skilled of doctors, that although we can be cured by our healing and divine skills alone, we will inevitably fall into disability......"
"Ahh The Sword of Benevolence smiled at Priest Miles with a look of sudden realization. "But it's nothing, is it? Brains are a good thing, and he should have them. Since he didn't, it shouldn't make any difference if he didn't have anything else. You don't have to do anything for him, he can do whatever he wants to heal himself. ā
"Good, good. His Excellency Sovud will soon come to wash away yesterday's shame. Priest Miles glared and gasped for a few breaths before turning to the two high priests. "I just heard about what happened some time ago. It turns out that this Westerner was actually the high priestess of the vengeful cult? Lord Sandel, Lord Morin, I have to be suspicious of your compromise. How could such an evil man, who had been deceived by the devil and colluded with the Renaissance Mage, allow him to walk freely in Ossium? Yesterday he actually used arcane magic to sneak attack Lord Sovud, I think he is very likely to be a spy of the Renaissance Society!"
"Arcane?" the two high priests were stunned for a moment, and their eyes were a little wary. "Your Excellency Sword of Benevolence, when did you learn the arcane arts, and why didn't you mention it to us before?"
"It's just a matter of the past few days, but I've just learned the first or second ring of arcane arts, so do you need to tell the two high priests about it?" "Don't look at us in such strange eyes. I heard that many nobles on this continent need more than ten years to learn this, but that's just because these people are too stupid. Just ask Mr. Feng and you'll know, in our Western Continent, this is just a little more complicated than a child's game, and it's not too difficult to learn. ā