Volume 1: Stranger in a Strange Land Chapter 35: Divine Realm
"…Who is Liliana to you?"
In fact, before William asked this question, he already had a rough answer in his mind.
But he still wanted to hear the person in front of him say it himself.
The other party was silent for a while, his expression kept changing, and finally he answered.
"She's my daughter... Where did you know that name ?"
really……
Feeling the unconcealable vigilance in the other party's words, William couldn't help but feel an urge to laugh .
He said this to the middle-aged man who called himself the Chief Court Mage and claimed that the Three Goddesses of the Moon were an ancient belief in the Blackwater Swamp area.
"Then did you know that your daughter was almost eaten as dinner by the followers of the Three Moon Goddesses about a week ago? What were you doing at that time? Worshiping the statue of the Starving Lady in this mine?"
"I was looking for her at the time, and I had no idea that she had encountered the newborn goddess's followers."
Vincent was silent for a moment before answering.
The Goddess of Rebirth is the honorific title for the Lady of Hunger and Corruption in the Moon Cult of the Ancient Blackwater Kingdom. Similarly, the Queen of Whispers and the Lord of Nightmares are respectively called the Goddess of Change and the Goddess of Art.
"So you know that Lady Hungry's followers are cannibals ?"
William asked, and after waiting for a moment and seeing that Vincent remained silent, he continued.
"And you still regard them as your own faith and worship a god who eats people?"
Vincent shook his head at William's words.
"Power is just power. How it is used depends on the will of the user. The same power can be used to kill or save people. My daughter was in danger because the magic caster wanted to kill her, and that was not the will of the new goddess."
It's that familiar saying again.
William had an urge to hold his forehead.
In the game, whenever he questioned those Moon Realm worshippers who could still communicate normally, they would say the same thing. He didn't expect that they would still be like this more than a thousand years later.
It is not their gods who are wrong, but the believers below who recite the scriptures incorrectly and abuse their power.
William scoffed at this.
"There are many ways to gain power."
He said.
"Whether it's honing your skills, practicing magic, or building power, the power you gain belongs to you once you obtain it. No one can take it away from you. But the power you gain through trading with the Moon Realm is not like this."
William said as he looked at the dead body of the Web Weaver nearby.
"No matter how powerful or convenient that power is, the power from the Moon Realm is something that the Void King has loaned out. Those things will never belong to you, and one day you will have to pay them back with interest."
"You came here to destroy the altar and take away the miners. I guess you want to teach me more than just a lesson in faith, right?"
Vincent interrupted William's sermon and then he continued.
"You must be the heretic wizard who saved my daughter in the Mountains of Sorrow. I asked her about your identity and whereabouts, but she refused to tell me. She only said that you were a wandering heretic wizard and she didn't want to cause too much trouble."
As he spoke, he looked towards the interior of the temple, which was already in ruins, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
"She probably couldn't imagine that you would cause such a big trouble here... But no matter what your purpose is in coming here, please accept my thanks first. Thank you for saving my daughter."
Vincent bowed solemnly as he spoke.
"If you are willing to leave here, I will guarantee with my reputation that no one will bother you... Although I really want to say this, you still choose to stay here alone when you can use teleportation magic. I guess you have something to talk to us about, right?"
William nodded.
"That's why I need to make sure whether your status in this city is influential enough."
Vincent answered bluntly.
"Tell me what you want?"
William answered as he looked at the pattern of dragons and snakes devouring each other.
"I want to put aside what you want first."
William said, staring into Vincent's eyes.
"You want the Blackwater Swamp region to be independent from the Riel Empire."
Hearing what the other party said, Vincent said calmly:
"Only a madman would have such an idea."
William shook his head and pointed to the rock wall and asked:
"Do you know what this pattern on the rock wall means?"
Vincent looked at the pattern on the rock wall whose light was gradually fading and replied:
"The primitive belief totem of the Blackwater Swamp region in the Bronze Calendar, the dragon god Oka, symbolizing royal power, and the snake god Vera, symbolizing death. This picture of them swallowing each other's tails shows that they are in an eternal cycle of struggle."
Vincent paused and continued:
"But these myths were proven to be just the outline of real myths long after the creation model of the Seven Holy Spirits was proposed. No one believes this now, so why are you asking me this?"
"Are you sure you want to keep pretending to be confused in front of me?"
William said.
Vincent hesitated for a while before finally speaking.
"The King's Ritual reproduces the image of an ancient myth, allowing the executor to gain the power of the myth..."
"Let me be frank. This ritual is not enough to free you from the control of the Empire. The strength of the ritual magic is closely related to the degree to which the ritual performer restores the myth. Otherwise, if I just join an underground gang and kill the gang leader as a 'rebel', wouldn't I be able to gain the power of the God King in the myth? This world is not that simple."
"Not to mention the might of the God King in mythology, even if you want to allow a person to directly step into the realm of God, your ritual materials may require directly killing the current emperor to meet the conditions of the ritual."
If they can kill the emperor of the empire in public, what kind of royal ritual is needed to gain power?
"What do you want to say?"
Vincent asked, frowning.
"I can help you gain independence from the empire, but I need you to pay me accordingly."
"You? Why?"
"On this."
As William spoke, he slammed the magic medium in his hand into the ground. An extremely complex blue clock pattern unfolded with it as the center, covering the entire temple hall.
It was as if the sound of bells came from far away.
Vincent felt an incredibly powerful magical force flowing along the yew wood magic medium into the clock pattern, and then spread to every corner of the hall.
Then the pattern disappeared and the surroundings returned to normal.
But Vincent felt that just now, a great magic that might require the gathering of several magic choirs to release had taken effect.
He looked around and there seemed to be no special changes.
"What did you just do?"
Vincent asked solemnly.
The other party did not answer him, but bent down, picked up a handful of slag, and then scattered it into the sky.
The slag stopped in mid-air.
Time stopped at this moment.
Frost-type divine-level magic [Entropy of Zero].
The magic chanter before him had already reached the divine realm!
