"I'm going out."
"Are you going to the martial arts club again?" Valkries walked out of the bedroom in her nightgown and saw Fei Yuhan tidying up her luggage in front of the porch.
"Yes, the final battle is coming. I have to hurry." Fei Yuhan paused. "Are you coming later?"
Seeing Fei Yuhan's determined expression, she fell into a momentary daze before nodding. "If there's nothing else."
"Then I'm going."
The door opened and closed, and the chill that had rushed in quickly dissipated. Valkries looked down at her open palms and slowly clenched them into fists.
Damn it, what exactly am I doing?
In the past month, she had almost completely integrated into this world. Not only did she become a member of the Martialist Association, but she had also fought with others against the Fallen Evils.
In order to prevent the world from being destroyed, she had to rebel against God. This might be the reason why she participated in the war, but Valkries knew that it was more of a way to vent her stress. The real problem she had to face was not here, but outside the Realm of Mind. She was unwilling to be trapped here and do nothing, so she used this method to make it seem like she was contributing to the Battle of Divine Will.
If the battle was extremely cruel and arduous, it would be fine. After all, they were fighting against "God". But the truth was that the elimination of the Fallen Evils only happened in the dark, unseen by the public. The whole city was still peaceful, and when there was no mission, everyone even had time to drink a cup of afternoon tea or have supper together at night.
This was a far cry from the war she was used to.
What made her feel even worse was that she had quickly adapted to this kind of life …
The sweeter the soft peninsula bread, the more intense the guilt and guilt in her heart. The future of the race was uncertain. In order to win the Battle of Divine Will, the people had invested almost everything, but she was enjoying a free and relaxed life. This contrast made Valkries extremely miserable. Sometimes, she even wanted to vent her anger on the people around her.
However, what was more painful was that her rationality was still there, and it was not distorted by the huge pressure. Her rationality clearly told her that doing so would not shatter the dream, and it would not help the race in any way. It would only make her situation worse.
At the same time, another thing that stopped Nightmare Lord from doing so was that she realized that she didn't hate Fei Yuhan as much as she expected.
Although this human woman had eavesdropped on her conversation with Roland, it was only a reasonable choice for an individual who wanted to control her own fate. Furthermore, she later revealed what she had done and calmly faced the fact that she only existed in the Realm of Mind. This courage was simply dazzling.
She was pure, curious, determined, and had a clear goal … These characteristics made Valkries think of the Transformer, Heathtalese.
Some people's brilliance was enough to cross the divide between races, just like how the Transformer was accepted by the Cloud School.
This was also the reason why she had never moved away from this place.
However, not only did this light not reduce the pressure on her, but it also made her even more confused.
In fact, Valkries had vaguely realized what was truly beneficial for the race, but her emotions could not face it calmly. Once she took that step, there was no turning back. All the pressure and risks would be shouldered by her alone, and even she could not make up her mind.
In terms of facing fate, she was inferior to this human woman.
At this moment, the phone rang.
The caller ID showed that it was Roland.
Valkries hesitated for a long time before finally picking up the call. "What's the matter? If it's a one-sided fabrication of the frontline battle report, then forget it. Without obtaining confirmation from Hackzord, I will not — "
"I just want to ask, what exactly is the matter with the floating island?"
The other party's first sentence stunned her.
…
Rose Coffee House.
After listening to Roland's complete explanation, Valkries leaned on the chair in exhaustion and gently exhaled. "Deity of Gods …"
"Deity of Gods — what?"
She looked at him in silence, hoping to see something from his eyes. But the results told her that it was not a premeditated deception. Roland was completely unaware of what he had discovered. The exposure of the Deity of Gods was merely a coincidence. Such coincidences happened all the time and did not affect the situation much. As the trump card of the race, the higher-ups probably wished for the humans to witness the miracle created by magic power earlier. After all, even if they were to witness its existence, it would only increase the fear and despair of the enemy.
But Valkries's thoughts ran deeper.
The Deity of Gods was supposed to be the ultimate weapon against the Sky-sea Realm, but for it to suddenly appear on the Western Front, it could only mean one thing.
The situation on the Western Front had reached a difficult stage.
If not for that, the King would never have agreed to use the Deity of Gods against the humans.
It was a dead chain of logic.
Only when the Western Front suffered a huge defeat would the higher-ups use the Deity of Gods to salvage the situation. It was also for this reason that the Witches had the opportunity to meet the Deity of Gods. This meant that the battle report Roland had previously sent was true, and indirectly proved his sincerity.
Unless Roland had heard of the existence of the Deity of Gods from another senior lord.
But the possibility of that was slim. If another senior lord was willing to cooperate, there was no need for him to put on such a show.
The pain in her heart made Valkries clench her fists.
But her rationality prevented her from deceiving herself.
Her feet seemed to have landed on the edge of a cliff, and there was only a single wooden bridge in front of her. Her conflicted emotions nearly engulfed her. Just as the overwhelming pressure was about to overwhelm her, the scene of Fei Yuhan rebuking everyone suddenly surfaced in her mind —
Through the conference room door, she had clearly heard the other party's unyielding rebuttal.
[Fearing the terrifying future and giving up on moving forward is nothing but a coward's way of doing things. Even if we fail in the end, we will do our best! ]
Disregard everything … to move forward …
Valkries stared at Roland for a long time before closing her eyes.
"What you saw was the Deity of Gods." She repeated. "That is the trump card our race has prepared to ascend to the Sky-sea Realm, and also the absorption of the underground civilization's inheritance. Hundreds of years ago, our race had the thought of breaking free from the Red Mist, which is the restriction of the Red Mist. The most direct method is to allow the Red Mist Birth Tower to move freely, but it is also the most difficult to achieve. Just moving the gigantic tower is difficult enough, not to mention the God's Stone mine at the bottom of the tower. "
"It was only when Mask completely grasped the magic power technology of the underground civilization and improved upon it that the plan ushered in a glimmer of hope. I am not clear of the specific changes, but its essence is to transform the Birth Tower into a gigantic magic power core, and use it to increase the effects of the core's ability. As long as there is sufficient magic power, the large scale phenomenon it causes is comparable to a miracle. Thus, the King bestowed upon it the name — Deity of Gods. "
Valkries took that step.
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