Chapter 67: The Small City of Alova Actually Gathered Six Different Divinities
Lakdevo cleared his throat and spoke in a weathered tone, which added a trace of rhythm to his otherwise unpleasant voice:
"The Crimson Nail fell from the high heavens, causing the earth to wail."
"And the steel giant standing on the frontline, amidst fire and smoke, slowly collapsed in its damaged state."
"Heh... That was a crude descent of a god, a barbaric and despicable descent, and the God of War shall forever be nailed to the pillar of shame because of it."
"Moreover, the places where those steel nails fell have already turned into deserts due to the scorching heat."
"If you travel to the great desert at the border between the Western Alliance and the Northern Lands, you can still see those pitch-black giant pillars inscribed with rows of incantations."
Sylvia said nothing, only leaning back against the chair, silently listening to his words.
With a light sigh, Sylvia leaned back and spoke in a rather flat voice:
"Alright, let’s stop discussing this topic and return to the main point."
As she spoke, her gaze fell on the diamond on the table:
"For example, what exactly is its function?"
Seeing this, Lakdevo nodded and spoke:
"It is merely a gemstone embedded in the crown of 'Dolgounas'. It no longer retains its original function."
"Without further refinement, it is now nothing more than a diamond containing a trace of divinity."
Only contains a trace of divinity?
Sylvia reached out and picked up the gemstone, examining it carefully under the light on the wall. At the same time, she pointed with her other hand to another object on the table:
"Take a look at this as well. It gives me the same feeling as this diamond."
"As you command, my master."
After respectfully responding to Sylvia, Lakdevo shifted his gaze to the black half-face mask, nudging it twice with his claw.
The next second, he let out a startled and shocked voice again:
"This, this..."
The gray-haired puppet girl amusingly put down the gemstone in her hand and shifted her attention to the fat crow whose posture looked somewhat comical at the moment:
"What is it this time? Don’t tell me this is also a relic of that ancient god."
"No, it has no direct relation to a god, but you are not entirely wrong. It is indeed a relic."
"Oh?"
At this moment, Sylvia’s interest was piqued once more. She placed the diamond back on the table and, with great interest, picked up the half-face mask.
Then, Lakdevo's voice sounded beside her:
"Yes, it is a relic of a witch, a witch at the Apostle level."
"And I have met that witch before."
Sylvia remained silent for a moment, and her intuition began to give her a premonition.
As expected, just as she had anticipated, Lakdevo's voice continued:
"At that time, she mentioned this mask to me, claiming that she had infused her own spirituality into it during its creation, making it an excellent casting focus."
"And now, based on my observation, this mask is indeed as she described."
"However, after enduring the passage of time and the baptism of war, it has unexpectedly taken on this appearance, to the point where I could barely recognize it."
At this moment, the former ferryman of the River of the Dead, who had lived for several centuries, let a trace of weariness slip into his voice as he sighed with emotion.
Should she say ‘as expected’?
Sylvia played with the mask in her hand, instinctively placing it over her face, while pondering the thoughts that had just crossed her mind:
The Right Eye of the Gloomy Moon containing the divinity of the God of Death, the fragment of Dolgounas’s crown containing the divinity of Radiance, the half-face mask containing the divinity of the witch.
All of them had been gathered in the City of Alova by those mysterious Priests of the End from the Kingdom of Ulpus.
Was this merely a coincidence, or was it intentional?
Hmm… it seemed that these were not the only divinity-containing items gathered in this city—
The ‘Phlororos’ excavated from the ruins on the outskirts most likely contained the divinity of the God of Industry and Machinery. And according to what the Reformer Buolanke had said, it could be inferred that the ‘Dragon King’ sealed deep within the ruins belonged to the domain of the God of War, and its divinity was most likely also red.
That made five.
Sylvia’s expression gradually grew serious as she continued to search for any other possibilities in her mind.
Suddenly, she recalled the Prosperity High Priest she had encountered during her first venture into the River of the Dead.
This was the Old Continent, part of the Western Alliance, not under the jurisdiction of the Earth Mother God…
All of a sudden, she looked at Lakdevo and asked:
"If one were to fly here from the New Continent via the River of the Dead, how long would it take?"
The fat crow tilted his head while standing on the table, thought for a moment, and replied:
"If the person is at the Apostle level, it would take about a week."
"And if not an Apostle?"
Sylvia pressed further.
"If not an Apostle, the time would at least double."
"But such a situation is almost impossible, because even Deathbringers would irreversibly become undead after prolonged exposure to the River of the Dead."
"In that case, factoring in the time needed to rest in the real world, it would actually be faster to take the ferry and then transfer to the steam train."
"Unless he possesses some high-level forbidden object or relic, but if that’s really the case, then there’s no difference from being an Apostle. It would take about a week to arrive."
The gray-haired puppet girl sighed, then placed the mask back on the table, lightly tapping her finger on the tabletop:
"Do you remember seeing that Prosperity High Priest about a week ago on the River of the Dead?"
"I do."
Lakdevo nodded:
"After all, priests of the Church of the Earth Mother are rarely seen on the Old Continent."
"Unless a slumbering giant dragon awakens, they wouldn’t easily set foot on this land."
A slumbering giant dragon awakening?
Hearing these words, Sylvia’s heart sank slightly, and she continued asking:
"Did you notice anything unusual about her? For example, was she carrying some kind of relic?"
The Prosperity High Priest did not belong directly to the path of the Earth Mother God, so she couldn’t possibly be an Apostle herself.
"No."
The fat crow shook his head:
"I was very weak at the time, and I didn’t pay much attention back then either."
Me too.
While slowly nodding, Sylvia muttered inwardly.
Due to her identity as an Apostle of an Outer God, her passive perception in this world was not particularly keen, one could even say it was quite poor.
After all, it was only natural that there would be subtle differences between foreign spirituality and native spirituality.
Even after elevating her Spiritual Star into the Spiritual Realm, this situation had only slightly improved.
However, based on Lakdevo’s words and some details, it was not difficult to deduce that the Prosperity High Priest might be carrying a relic imbued with divinity.
Because about a week before encountering her, the ruins on the outskirts of the City of Alova had been accidentally opened, and deep within those ruins lay a slumbering giant dragon—one of Dragon King level.
Could it be that this Prosperity High Priest’s target was precisely that?
One could say it was highly likely.
Moreover, as a follower of the Earth Mother God, the relic she carried most likely contained the divinity of the Earth Mother God as well.
Looking at it this way, six kinds of divinity belonging to the Nine True Gods had already gathered in the City of Alova.
Could this really be a coincidence?
Or was it someone’s deliberate arrangement?
What exactly was hidden behind all this?
An unprecedentedly grand ritual?
Tsk, the City of Alova was truly surging with undercurrents now.