bookpower Chapter 464 - 275: Flipping the Table (First Update)_1
Chapter 464 - 275: Flipping the Table (First Update)_1
Chapter 464: Chapter 275: Flipping the Table (First Update)_1
After the blood moon passed, dawn finally arrived. The morning sunlight fell upon the ruins of the temple, lending a sense of tranquil stillness to the destruction.
The ravenous monsters had thoroughly ravaged the place, reducing the statue of the Goddess of Mercy to dust, leaving only the severed head gazing at the sky, streaked with tear marks.
The first to arrive were a party of adventurers, huddled around a few figures clad in grey cloaks.
The tide of monsters had just receded. After the influence of the blood moon dissipated, they lost interest in this place and swarmed back to their dungeons.
As the monsters ebbed away like a tide, the adventurers looked upon the grey cloaks with fear and awe, having grown more fearful and reverent of them.
The power of magicians was indeed inconceivably strong.
...
Among the grey cloaks, the leading old man clutched a ball of light, examining the situation here.
Although his disciples remained silent, the old man could tell from their trembling shoulders and averted eyes that they were filled with self-reproach for last night’s events.
“You don’t need to feel this way,” the old man said softly. “Their sacrifice was necessary. The blood of humans will satiate the Demon God’s appetite and postpone His resurrection. Although we all know that the resurrection of the Demon God is destined, like a dam bound to collapse. All we can do is endlessly fill the gaps of the dam with our flesh and blood bodies, to delay the day of its fall as much as possible.”
“...Yes, Teacher.”
“Alright, let’s rebuild the temple here. We need to invite a new Priest to this place and re-establish the City of Judgment.”
Having learned from yesterday’s experience, a huge moat was dug outside the city. A magical item that could turn water into acid was thrown down into the moat, along with another that could constantly produce water, soon resulting in a moat capable of dissolving most beings without acid resistance.
Walls ten meters high were erected, and the City of Judgment quickly became a fortified bastion, ready to face the next blood moon.
In just less than half a day, the new City of Judgment had already taken form, appearing even more glorious than before.
Watching the city rapidly take shape, the young observer beside the old man started to breathe heavily.
Clenching his fists, he watched the busy but orderly Angel Envoys and citizens, and with suppressed anger, he said, “What have they turned sacred magic into?”
Someone patted his shoulder, consoling him, “Don’t be like that. Those Angel Envoys don’t understand that magic is sacred and beautiful. We don’t need to teach them. Just watch them march toward their doom.”
“But... magic shouldn’t be used like this, and magic items shouldn’t be used this way. The Gods gave us magical items so that we could seal the Demon God, not for this!”
The old man looked at his disciple with approval, knowing why he was angry.
In the tradition of magicians, magic needs to maintain its grace and mystery; magical items are powers lent by the world, to be used in the right circumstances.
In their view, the way the Angel Envoys used magic was simple and brutal, a complete heresy.
However, there were others to instruct these heretics. What truly displeased him was that no blood had been sacrificed here last night.
The Demon God relishes human greed. Humans who die for greed are His favorites. Just now, he realized that those greedy citizens still existed; the Demon God had not received enough offerings.
From the depths of the world, the unsatisfied roar of the Demon God resounded, causing the high-ranking magicians to suffer a throbbing pain in their heads, and they urgently needed to satisfy His appetite.