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Chapter 943

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Blake, the Lord of the Moon, felt that things were getting out of control. He tried to figure out what was going on and took a step forward, trying to control the situation. "Don't panic! Be devout to the Moon God! Her light will shine on the earth, and you and I will both gain power from it … "

However, when Blake turned his head around, he was so shocked by what he saw that even though he was a senior arcana master, he still took a few steps back — the statue seemed to have been activated, and its whole body was emitting the same silver-white light as the moonlight. The calm face seemed to be alive. When Blake looked at it, he even felt that he was looking into the gentle eyes.

What was even more shocking was that Blake felt that the statue's lips were moving slowly as if it was saying something.

Arcana spells would not have such an effect, nor would elemental spells or natural spells. Even all the divine spells that Blake knew could not cause such a scene. However, something suddenly flashed across his mind, and his face froze. In the notebook that recorded the rules of the Moon God Clan, there were also records of "miracles".

The arcanists' understanding of "miracles" was "magic tricks", just like what they did to attract believers in the past. They created effects with a few spells. How could ordinary people tell the real from the fake? Not everyone in the High Elf era was an arcanist. Blake thought that the Moon God Clan also used similar methods.

However, what he saw now told him that things were not as simple as he thought.

The statue was surrounded by the light as if it was alive. The moon in the sky also had an obvious halo. If one stared at the moon, they would see that there were many light curtains hanging down from the sky. In order to create the effect, Pan Da and the others tried their best to simulate the so-called "light curtains" with arcana spells, but the light curtains could only be seen by people in a small town. At this moment, Blake stared at the bright moon. He was sure that the height of the light curtains must be more than tens of thousands of meters. Not to mention Pan Da, even if the Grand Arcanist was alive, he would not be able to create a spell of this scale!

In other words, this was a scene that could be seen all over the world. It was not a "trick" at all.

"Bang …"

Blake suddenly felt that there was a force crashing into his internal organs. His body shook, and he hurriedly covered his mouth with his hand. After coughing, he found that his palm was full of blood.

When an arcanist's worldview collapsed, the power that he controlled would involuntarily backfire. The blood in his hand made Blake's face turn pale. If he continued, he would probably die from the backfire of the energy!

"I can't die … I can't die like this …"

He muttered in a low voice and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He raised his head and faced the light falling from the infinitely deep sky. He began to loudly recite the prayer that he had read countless times before.

The violent energy collided in his body. Although it was painful, Blake endured it. The voices of the believers grew louder and louder. They were completely devoted to the God of Moon because of this miracle that was far larger than anything they had seen before. When the screen of light gradually disappeared, Blake finally opened his eyes that had been shut for a long time.

"Praise the Moon God …"

As this arcanist acknowledged the existence of the God in his heart, a cool feeling suddenly spread throughout his body. Blake suddenly shivered. He took a deep breath. The cold wind was already too much for his body to bear, but at this moment, Blake felt that he had instantly returned to his youth. His limbs were full of strength.

"Lord Saint!"

Hearing the shouts from both sides, he turned his head and found that the arcanists beside him were looking at him in shock. He raised his eyebrows slightly. "What's wrong?"

"Your, your hair …"

Blake reached out and pulled his originally combed hair in front of his eyes. Only then did he find that his originally gray hair had turned silver, similar to the moonlight. Then he found that his hands were no longer dry and wrinkled. Instead, his skin was plump and tender.

Clenching his fists, Blake slowly took a deep breath and felt the new power. Finally, he said, "Continue the ceremony."

It was supposed to be a simple ceremony, but because of the God's miracle, it became a grand ceremony of the Moon God Clan. The light curtains in the sky ended after the prayers were recited. This made the followers even more convinced of the existence of the Moon God Sterian, and they were even more loyal to the representative of the Moon God on earth, Lord Saint Blake …

Until midnight, when Blake announced the end of the ceremony, the followers still did not want to leave. Many of them were still kneeling on the ground, chanting the name of the Moon God. After asking, Blake found out that many of the followers who were originally disabled or sick had been cured by the light curtains.

Obviously, today's ceremony was not only a visual shock, but also a practical effect that could be accepted and believed by the general public.

After returning to the Magic Tower, Blake did not say a word. His trusted followers, who usually talked casually, also remained silent. The Arcanists were all smart people. Of course, they understood the significance of what had happened today. However, it was obviously difficult for the descendants of the High Elves to accept the truth.

Some of them had already fainted due to the strong backlash. At this time, Blake's trusted followers all looked pale. Lord Blake sat in front of the fire for a long time before he said tiredly, "From now on, there is only the 'Moon God Clan'. There will be no more 'Holy Assembly'."

Everyone suddenly looked up, wanting to say something but hesitating. However, no matter how much they wanted to say, the truth in front of them was irrefutable. They looked at each other and finally bowed respectfully. "We will follow your teachings, Lord Saint."

"Go back and rest."

Blake, who looked almost 20 years younger, waved his hand and let everyone leave. When he was the only one left in the room, the pontiff, who had complicated thoughts, walked back to his study in a daze. After opening the mechanism with six magic locks, he carefully used an arcane spell to control the black notebook and put it on the table.

This was the "notebook" of the Moon God believer that Blake had mentioned before. When the notebook was taken out from the ruins, it was actually in a state of "breaking with a touch". Some of the pages were already broken. However, after using an arcane spell to stabilize the pages, most of the contents of the notebook were finally preserved.

Before, Blake only flipped through it to copy the parts of the "ritual" and "prayer". He had only roughly read through the scattered words and had forgotten many of the details. However, after today's situation, he realized that this notebook might be the only clue to find the source of the problem.

Flipping through the pages, Blake began to read carefully, word by word. After his mentality changed, many of the contents that he could read at a glance became more profound. The writer of the notebook was a devout believer, but the contents of the notebook were actually filled with personal emotions. It looked like something like a "diary". There were some trivial matters of the church, including the promotion of clergymen and the inside story of the selection. At the same time, there were also the writer's own views on religion and Arcanists.

In the past, Blake scoffed at the writer's views and often skipped over most of them. However, after reading it again today, he had a new feeling … More importantly, he suddenly saw a familiar name.

"… The battle between the Arcanists is getting more and more intense. Dear Moon God, why are these insatiable compatriots attacking each other for the sake of power? I heard that there were a few violent clashes. It's really heartbreaking … Su Mi's actions are obviously a bit extreme, but that's not the reason why he's wanted. "

"Su Mi."

Blake reached out and picked up the stone on the table. This was something that a mercenary named "Ludi" brought back from the ruins. It belonged to a powerful "conservative" Arcanist, and his historical nickname was "One-Armed Su Mi".

He did not know if these two names referred to the same person, but as he continued to read, Blake unexpectedly found a paragraph that he did not notice. "… Today, I heard about Su Mi's death and the things he did. I can only say that my previous judgment was wrong. Arcanists are a kind of monster. Without a god to tame it, it will eventually become a beast that devours everything … Su Mi's madness is really too … "

The writing stopped here, and Blake found that the last few pages should have fallen off and been damaged. These missing pages must have been nowhere to be found, because when he first flipped through it after taking it out from the ruins, more than ten of the pages broke into pieces on the spot and could not be repaired at all. Presumably, these were the missing parts now.

The information that was revealed made Blake realize that "One-Armed Su Mi" might not be as simple as he thought. This "madman" who was known as "conservative" in other records seemed to have done something infuriating.

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