Swish!
A flying axe was thrown from a dark corner and hit Alan on the back.
Alan ignored it.
clang!
The sharp axe hit Allen's back, making a clanging sound, and the blade broke and fell to the ground.
There was a cut in the robe, revealing a golden luster.
Alan turned around with his staff in hand and looked at the thrower hiding in the dark.
His eyes flashed, and lightning broke through the air!
A big tree was struck by lightning and fell down with a loud bang.
The orc axe thrower hiding in the bushes, along with his nearby companions, were all killed instantly.
In front of the Titans, the brutal orcs are nothing but a group of ants.
The Titan clan has three unique skills.
"Titan's Thunder, use your gaze to trigger lightning, and wherever you look, you will be punished by thunder!"
"Titan's Thunder", the basic damage is comparable to "Chain Lightning", but it does not require casting, and as the Titan grows, the range, power and killing range will increase simultaneously.
"Titan Armor". When the Titans are in combat form, their bodies will automatically generate cyan, silver or gold armor corresponding to their bloodline.
The titles of Bronze, Silver and Gold Titans come from the different colors of "Titan Armor".
"Titan's Armor" is not made of real bronze, silver or gold, but a natural armor manifested by magic, which is much stronger than it looks.
The third unique skill is the Titans’ signature weapon – “Titan’s Hammer”.
The most powerful of them, the "Golden Titan Hammer", is even known as the "Thor's Hammer"!
Alan lowered his head and looked to his right.
There is an emblem on the palm that resembles golden lightning.
This is the blood totem of the Titan clan. Once activated, you can summon the "Titan Hammer" out of thin air.
Alan shook his head slightly and dropped his right hand.
A mere orc is not worthy of using this powerful weapon.
In fact, he no longer needed to take action.
The rest of the orcs were so frightened that they fled in panic.
The survivors in the village hurried over to thank him.
"Master Warlock, thanks to you, we are saved!"
A young elf woman said gratefully.
Alan waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to be polite.
"If I remember correctly, this area is the territory of the Elf Queen Basilisa. How dare the orcs come to plunder?"
The young elf woman's face darkened.
"Master Warlock, Ms. Basilisa was once our patron saint. Unfortunately, she has now abandoned this land and led Bahamut's followers to the sea."
"What are you going to the beach for?" Alan asked.
"I heard that all metal dragons, as well as followers of the Platinum Dragon God in other races, have received an oracle asking them to sail out to the North Wind Island for a pilgrimage before winter arrives."
"North Wind Island..."
Alan pondered in silence, secretly searching the memories of his ancestors.
North Wind Island is the holy place of the Dragon God Bahamut on earth.
The Platinum Dragon God also has another title, "Lord of the North Wind".
Why did the Metal Dragon Clan and the followers of the Dragon God gather on North Wind Island?
This is probably not just a simple pilgrimage.
"Since Basilisa and the others have left, why don't you go to North Wind Island?" Alan asked the villagers.
The young elf woman hesitated for a moment and hugged the child beside her.
"We are not devout believers of the Dragon God. We do not have the courage to abandon our homes and careers and travel across the ocean..."
"The evil orcs, upon learning that Lady Basilisa and her church had left the White Deer Forest, immediately came to plunder and destroy our home."
A young elven archer standing nearby had a look of regret on his face.
"If I had known it would turn out like this, I would have followed Ms. Basilisa!"
No more valuable clues could be obtained from the villagers.
Alan turned and left the ruined village.
Continuing to follow in Basilisa's footsteps is also a search for an answer.
In the later world of warlocks, metal dragons are almost invisible.
The historical records about this incident are vague, so it has become an unsolved case.
It seemed as if overnight, the metal dragons disappeared from the human world.
Alan felt that Basilisa's pilgrimage to Borean Island was probably related to this unsolved mystery.
…
Three days later.
Alan found Basilisa and the pilgrim group she led in a seaside fishing village.
The elves are using the fishing village's dock to build a large sailing ship that will allow them to sail far.
Unfortunately, the Black Dragon family, who ruled the nearby bay, discovered the pilgrims and rushed over to take advantage of the situation.
In the dusk sky, three giant dragons were fighting fiercely.
Two black dragons besieged a nimble silver dragon, and the fight was fierce.
At the same time, a smaller young black dragon was hovering over the dock.
Sometimes it swoops down and spits acid at the elves.
The elf's handsome face was splashed by the acid, and was immediately corroded and disfigured. He covered his face and wailed.
The black dragon enjoyed the panic and pain he caused.
As for the arrows shot by the elves, they were quite accurate, but unfortunately the material of the arrowheads was poor.
Ordinary iron arrows can hardly penetrate the hard dragon scales.
Alan, dressed in a gray robe, holding a wooden stick and wearing a pointed wide-brimmed hat, walked into the melee area in a dusty manner.
"Old man! Go away, it's dangerous here!"
A young elf archer shouted to him anxiously.
Allen stopped with his cane and asked with a smile, "Is Ms. Basilisa here? I have something to ask her."
The elf archer had no time to reply, as the sour dragon's breath had already fallen on his head like a rainstorm from the sky.
Finished!
The elf archer, eyes full of despair.
Swish!
A bright flash of lightning flashed before his eyes.
When I came to my senses, I found myself a hundred steps away.
The Elf Archer was stunned, and couldn't remember how he escaped the black dragon's breath and teleported to a safe place? !
The black dragon in the sky, high above, has a broad perspective.
I clearly saw the gray-robed old man turned into a flash of lightning, dragging the elf archer and urgently escaping from the area covered by the dragon's breath.
"That old guy is not simple!"
The black dragon gave up chasing the elf, quickly turned its head, and swooped down towards the gray-robed old man.
He planned to launch a thunder strike with all his strength and kill the old warlock before he could cast another spell!
Nice idea, but unfortunately unrealistic.
Alan did not make any motion to cast the spell.
He just raised his head and glanced at the black dragon lightly.
The deep light golden eyes suddenly flashed with lightning.
Boom! !
Thunder roared, shaking the sky.
The black dragon and the silver dragon fighting in the air were both startled.
Coincidentally, the fight stopped.
Three pairs of dragon eyes all looked towards the place where the thunder roared.
The young black dragon, covered in black smoke and emitting a strong smell of burning, fell to the ground wailing.
Plop!
The black dragon that was knocked down by "Titan's Thunder" fell in front of Alan and died on the spot.
There were two adult black dragons in the air, one male and one female.
The couple witnessed the death of their eldest son and were filled with shock and anger. They abandoned the silver dragon Basilisa and pounced on Alan at the same time.
"You brought this upon yourselves, you can't blame me!"
Alan sneered, threw away his cane, and removed his disguise.
The thin old man with white hair and beard suddenly swelled up.
As the dragons and elves looked on in disbelief, he transformed into a Titan that was a hundred feet tall!
His entire body was covered in dazzling armor, like a golden tower.
"Damn it! It's actually the Golden Titan!!"
The two black dragons were immediately frightened.
Almost at the same time, they braked suddenly in the air, turned around and fled.
Alan raised his right hand, and the lightning emblem on his palm glowed with magical light.
The light condensed in the air and took shape as a giant golden hammer.
The hammer handle is ten meters long and as thick as a bridge pillar.
The weight of the hammer... Alan weighed it and it was about 100 tons.
Although the Golden Titan's Hammer is not made of gold, its density is similar to that of real gold.
With Allen's physical attributes, it is relatively easy for him to wield a hundred-ton warhammer.
Alan swung his arm and threw his war hammer at a black dragon that was desperately trying to escape.
He didn't aim deliberately, nor did he need to aim.
The moment the Titan's Hammer left his hand, it locked onto the target in his mind and automatically tracked it.
Snap!
It was like a flash of lightning, tearing through the evening sky.
In a flash, the golden hammer caught up with the black dragon and hit it hard on its back.
Bang!
There was a muffled sound in the air.
The black dragon exploded on the spot, with blood and flesh flying everywhere!
Wherever the hammer hit, electric arcs spurted out wildly in all directions.
The Golden Titan Hammer is known as Thor's Hammer because of its exaggerated size and weight, its 100% accurate tracking effect, and its super high enchantment level. More importantly, it automatically adds a "Titan Thunder" the moment it hits the target!
The black dragon was hit hard by a hundred-ton war hammer and was blown to pieces.
The additional lightning bombing that followed was not even a whipping of the corpse.
The shattered corpse was completely evaporated by the high voltage electric shock.
With one blow of the hammer, the adult black dragon that was so arrogant just now was reduced to nothing.
Alan raised his right hand, and the lightning emblem on the palm glowed slightly.
The Titan Hammer and the emblem resonate through the air and automatically return to the owner's hands.
Alan turned around and threw his war hammer at the black dragon, which had flown ten miles away and was now only a small black dot in the air.
Thor's hammer turned into lightning and disappeared in a flash!
After a few seconds.
At the end of the sky, there was a roar of thunder.
The blurry silhouette of the black dragon suddenly exploded.
The gushing blood rain was evaporated by the lightning in an instant.
Alan waved calmly.
In a flash of lightning, "Thor's Hammer" returned.
Bang!
The hammer handle fell steadily into his palm.
Since Allen traveled through time, he has rarely used weapons.
Conquer the world with bare hands.
At this moment, with "Thor's Hammer" in his hand, he felt a strange sense of peace.
It was as if I had finally found something precious that had been lost for many years, and I was reluctant to let it go.
Alan stroked the war hammer and looked at the only remaining dragon in the air.
The silver dragon folded its wings and circled down.
She raised her long and elegant neck and looked at Alan with caution and curiosity.
The scales all over its body reflect the afterglow of the setting sun, soft and gorgeous.
As Alan thought about it, the war hammer turned into a burst of golden light and dissipated in his palm.
The tower-like figure slowly shrank and turned into a young and handsome human figure, and once again put on an inconspicuous gray robe.
The silver dragon opposite also turned into the appearance of an elf girl.
Her long silver hair fell to her waist, revealing cute white pointed ears.
The white priest robe wrapped around her tall and slender body.
On the lapel, the holy emblem of the platinum dragon god is embroidered.
Alan looked at Basilisa's beautiful face and clear eyes.
It is not difficult to understand why Zu Ling and his brother fell in love with Ms. Silver Dragon at first sight.
"Excuse me, are you...Atlas's brother?"
Basilisa asked tentatively.
Alan nodded.
"Is Atlas okay?"
"He is dead. I executed him myself." Alan answered truthfully.
The color suddenly drained from Basilisa's face.
It took her a long time to regain her composure, tears welling up in her eyes.
"I killed him." She sighed and continued, "If I'm not mistaken, you came here to kill me. Why did you help me fight the dragon?"
"Hunting you is my job; helping you is out of pity."
Alan said calmly.
"Before Atlas died, he told me that he never regretted falling in love with you."
"Thank you, Atreus. I'm sorry about your brother..."
Basilisa sighed.
"I know that a pale apology cannot bring Atlas back to life, nor can it eliminate the hatred in your heart."
"You want to kill me. I have no ability and no desire to resist, but can you give me some more time?"
"Please allow me to lead my Lord's followers to North Wind Island. After that, I will leave it to you to do whatever you want."
Alan said nothing, as if he was weighing the options.
Basilisa took two steps closer to him, her face full of sincerity:
"If this goes against your mission, you can kill me now, but please help me complete my unfinished mission and escort the elves to North Wind Island safely."
"As you can see, they were constantly hunted down along the way. Without an escort, they would not be able to complete this pilgrimage."
Alan frowned slightly and broke the silence.
"For Atlas' sake, I don't mind letting you live a few more days."
"But I'm curious, you guys are living well in the White Deer Forest, why did you leave your homeland, travel across the ocean, and head to an unknown island?"
"What is the meaning of this so-called pilgrimage?"
"If you are willing to endure this suffering just to express your devout faith in the Dragon God you worship , then I can only say that you are all masochists!"
"And the Dragon God who tests his followers in this way is nothing more than a perverted sadist with an excessive desire for control."
"Atreus! Please allow me to clear up your misunderstanding!"
Basilisa interrupted him, looking solemn.
"Our Lord sent down an oracle to call on His descendants and believers to collectively go to North Wind Island for a pilgrimage. This was just a cover. In fact, it was to save us from suffering."
Okay, it’s the familiar formula, the familiar Exodus and the savior legend.
Alan dug his ears and listened to her sermon patiently, guessing that a devastating flood would be the next scene.
"Atreus, you also know that the war between the Aldmeri and the gods is getting more and more intense. If they continue, the whole world will usher in the end."
Alan thought to himself, as expected.
"In the camp of the gods, my Lord and His allies have been actively advocating a ceasefire and seeking peaceful coexistence between the Church of the Gods and the Warlock Family."
Alan nodded slightly.
Bahamut is indeed a notoriously dovish figure among the pantheon.
Unfortunately, most gods are pro-war, and the warlock ancestors also refuse to compromise.
The appeal of the Platinum Dragon God cannot influence the overall situation - this has been verified in the real historical process.
Today, the Platinum Dragon God and his allies have realized that the contradictions between the two opposing sides are irreconcilable and have to give up their efforts to promote peace.
The trigger for this change was the shocking secret that Basilisa revealed next!
"The gods are working together to build a high wall to block the entire world, and to open an iron curtain to isolate the bloodline galaxy!"
"My Lord foresaw that the tragedy was unfolding, but he could not stop it. He could only call on his descendants and believers to flee this world that was destined to be disastrous before the high wall was built."
Basilisa's sad tone made Allen's heart tremble.
"The gods joined forces to build a wall... what do you mean?"
"Wall of Heresy!" Basilisa said in a deep voice.
In this era, the war between the gods and the ancestors is at a stalemate.
The opposing camps were slaughtering each other madly.
The ancestors massacred the believers of the gods, and the churches of the gods also massacred the heretics who worshiped their ancestors.
Judging from the results, it is more beneficial to the ancestors.
The power of the gods is closely related to the number of believers, while the power of the ancestors belongs to themselves.
The gods also realized this problem and came up with an extremely vicious countermeasure.
Gather the power of all gods to build a barrier surrounding the entire material world, calling it the "Wall of Heresy".
The souls of all creatures that do not believe in God will be absorbed by this barrier after death, stuck to the wall, and endure endless torture.
There are two benefits to doing this.
First of all, a warning to all those in the world who lack true religious beliefs, including those sorcerers who worship their ancestors!
If they don't change their faith and convert to the Orthodox religion as soon as possible, their souls will be stuck in the wall after death, and they will never be free!
In addition, the creation of the "Wall of Heresy" will destroy the source of power of the warlocks - the Blood Galaxy!
In the past, the souls of the gods' believers returned to the kingdom of God after death.
Those who do not worship God will have their souls return to their bloodline and the galaxy after death.
Now, building a high wall is equivalent to cutting off the source of the bloodline galaxy.
Those souls that were supposed to enter the Blood Galaxy were intercepted by the "Wall of Heresy".
In this way, the warlocks' inheritance was cut off, and they were unable to obtain fresh ancestral spirits for integration.
The more souls the "Wall of Heresy" absorbs, the larger it becomes and the stronger its gravity becomes.
According to the gods' expectations, in the near future, the "Wall of Heresy" will evolve to a new stage.
Not only can it absorb the souls of people who have just died, but it can even directly extract the ancestral spirits deposited in the blood galaxy like a pump.
In time, the bloodline galaxy will be completely drained by the "Wall of Heresy", and the warlock heritage will no longer exist.
As long as the walls are built, the gods can win without fighting!
In the Pantheon, only a few gods, including the Platinum Dragon God, opposed the wall-building plan.
The voices of opposition were too weak and were quickly drowned out.
The Platinum Dragon God did not want to be involved in this escalating crisis, so he issued a divine revelation, calling on believers to leave this cruel world, move to a more tolerant plane, and rebuild their homes.
The one-way teleportation array that leaves the warlock world is at the North Wind Island Cathedral.
This is the real reason why Basilisa led her followers to leave their homes and embark on a journey in the name of pilgrimage.
After learning the truth, Allen couldn't calm down.
As a time traveler, I have heard and witnessed too many cruel, ugly and unfair things in the years I have lived in the world of warlocks.
To be fair, Alan is genuinely dissatisfied with this world where bloodline is supreme and aristocratic families rule.
Especially in meditation, experience firsthand fragments of history from thousands of years ago.
I deeply feel that since the sorcerers defeated the gods and became the rulers of the world, the overall level of civilization has deteriorated greatly and the lives of ordinary people have become more difficult.
Sometimes, he would imagine...
If the camp of gods had won at the beginning, the world might have become a better place in that timeline.
Until this moment, when he learned of the gods' plan to build the "Wall of Heresy", his heart turned cold.
In that walled world, people's thoughts and souls are not free, which may be even more miserable than the warlock world.
On the one hand, they judge people's status based on their bloodline and promote class stratification.
On the one hand, they threaten you to give up your free will by using the "soul wall".
Two Rotten Tomatoes, neither is good!!
Alan felt deeply powerless and deeply sad.
Can't the common people caught between the gods and the ancestors see a glimmer of hope or a better way out?
Do I have to force myself to choose between two rotten tomatoes and swallow it while enduring the nausea?
It’s better to die than to live like this!
Based on reality and looking back, the plan of the gods should have failed.
Otherwise, if the "Wall of Heresy" is really built, the Warlock Ancestor will have no chance of winning!
Why couldn't this wall be built?
Alan was deeply curious.
Unfortunately, it was too early in the era when Basilisa lived, and it was impossible to find the answer to this question.
Retracting his thoughts, Alan looked up and asked the beautiful Silver Dragon Lady:
"As devout believers of the Dragon God, there is no risk of your souls becoming enshrined in the wall after you die. Why do you still oppose building the wall?"
Basilisa sighed, her expression bitter.
"What we are afraid of is not the building of walls, but the dangerous trend reflected in it - the unlimited expansion of the suppression of dissidents!"
"Atreus, don't look at me like this, I have actually lived for almost two centuries."
"I have personally witnessed some people, with their passion and lofty ideals, bring profound disasters to the world."
"Today, they have pasted you to the wall because you don't believe in God."
" Tomorrow, you will be pasted to the wall because you believe in a different god than they do."
"The day after tomorrow, even if you believe in the same god as them, you will be denounced as a heretic and stuck on the wall just because you understand the oracle differently!"
Alan's heart was filled with emotion when he heard this.
Isn’t Basilisa’s prophecy about a bloody and cruel religious war?
Similar tragedies had happened countless times in the world before he traveled through time, and will surely happen again in the future.
Lady Silver Dragon looked deeply into the young Titan's eyes and spoke her heart out sincerely.
"We are against the division of high and low based on bloodline, and against the solidification of different ethnic groups in different levels of the pyramid."
"We are also against the division of souls into high and low levels according to their beliefs, and against the crimes of the devil committed in the name of fighting heresy."
“If we cannot change this injustice and unfreedom, we would rather leave our hometown and look for a new world that is more just and freer!”
"There, there is no caste pyramid, nor a wall of heresy, and people can live an equal and free life."
"That's just your fantasy."
Alan shook his head and poured a bucket of cold water on her.
"In any world, as long as there are people, there will be disputes. There is no absolute fairness, and there will not be unlimited freedom."
"Ms. Basilisa, you are too naive, but... I have to say, I like your naivety."
"Atreus..."
A strange throbbing appeared in Ms. Silver Dragon's eyes.
"Come on, show me your shipyard."
Alan turned around, walked towards the dock, and said without looking back:
"For Atlas' sake, you can live until the day you reach North Wind Island."