They walked deeper into the Kingdom of God, stepping across this land blessed by God. The mortals had used ten thousand years of illusion to build this magnificent city, but now, it had become a magnificent and solemn ruin.
The legendary cheers and the powerful guards of the divine kingdom had gone with the end of the myth. Kamel and the explorers led by him did not encounter any obstacles here. They did not even encounter any targets other than themselves.
Except for those ancient ruins that were constantly moving in the sky above the divine kingdom.
The team passed through a tall arched door, which stood out on the street as if it was purely a decoration. Mirmina reached out her hand and gently brushed the pillar that supported the arched door. A layer of weathered and decayed debris fell from the seemingly indestructible, rock-like pillar with an iron-gray metallic luster. The debris dissipated in mid-air, but the scar on the pillar was restored to its original state in the next second.
"It was stagnated at the moment of destruction … stagnated at the moment when the mortals' thoughts were disconnected," the former Goddess of Magic looked up and said thoughtfully. "So this is the final appearance of the myth that was ended by humans … I thought it would show a more absurd and dilapidated appearance, but I didn't expect it to be just a yellowed and faded illusion."
Kamel could not help but look up at the tall lady beside him. He could not help but ask curiously, "What is your kingdom like?"
"As a former mortal mage, don't you know?" A smile appeared on Milmina's face as she quietly looked at the ancient arcane master floating beside her. "That kingdom was created by you."
"… There is a boundless starry sky. Every 'star' symbolizes a magical truth in the world. There is also an incomparably huge magic tower standing in the center of the starry sky. The top of the tower and the base of the tower are hidden in the darkness and cannot be seen. All the mysteries are gathered in the tower, and the supreme Mana Provenance guards every floor of the tower. Only the blessed explorers are qualified to see the knowledge contained in the tower …"
Listening to Kamel's description in a low and slow voice, the smile on Mirmina's face became more obvious, but it was mixed with more helplessness. "Yes, there is a tower and stars … But when I tried to touch the starry sky, it was just a layer of shell covering the edge of the divine kingdom. I tried to pick the stars, they were just glowing stones inlaid on the shell, with meaningless runes engraved on them. I looked out through the shell, only to see the ancient gods who died with their eyes wide open floating close to the border of the divine kingdom. Broken bones and indescribable fragments poured in from the outside of the clumsy starry sky graffiti …"
The former Goddess of Magic shook her head. "Then I locked myself in the tower for thousands of years, deliberately not responding to any prayers from the mortals and not paying attention to the changes in the mortal world. Finally, a crack appeared on the shell. I ran out of the divine kingdom, through the layers of wreckage, ruins, and corpses, through the endless whispers and echoes of thoughts that could drive mortals crazy in an instant. It took me a century, or maybe two, to finally reach the gap between the deep sea and the Realm of Shadows … There, I finally found a little peace."
"… It's not easy for you either." Kamel was silent for a few seconds before he finally squeezed out such a sentence.
He never thought that he would one day stand in front of a god so calmly, and even discuss such things with a god.
The world was unpredictable.
Myrmina didn't pay attention to Kamal's exclamation. She suddenly looked ahead and saw a magnificent wall in front of the group. A door big enough to allow a giant to pass through stood on the wall. Many beautiful flags hung around the wall, and at the end of the flags was a heavy shield that acted as a hammer, allowing them to hang straight down. At the top of the wall were countless shining spears and swords as decorations. They were arranged neatly, as though an army was being inspected in formation.
"It seems that we have arrived at another place described in the canon of the God of War," Kamel looked up and said in a serious tone. "This should be the 'arena' described in their religious stories."
The team walked forward, and Mirmina's eyes swept across the magnificent gate and the huge shields hanging on both sides of the gate. At the same time, she slowly said, "The arena of the God of War, Kehr, is at the end of the cheering path, opposite the palace of the Eternal Feast. This is the place where the gods come in person. Kehr often comes to this arena to watch the brave warriors practice their skills. Sometimes, he even personally steps into the arena in the form of an avatar to guide the warriors who are favored and give them more power … But most of the time, he sits on the tallest throne at the end of the arena, inspecting everyone like a general. "
The gate of the arena was tightly shut. Mirmina placed her hand on the heavy gate, and with a gentle push, the seemingly unshakable gate opened up an opening big enough for ordinary people to pass through. Kamel floated forward, but before passing through the gate, he could not help but look at Mirmina. "How do you know so much about the God of War? Didn't you say that different gods can't communicate with each other, and you can't spy on EsGod's divine kingdom? "
Mirmina lowered her head, and a smile appeared on her face under the black veil. "I looked it up on the internet at the last minute."
Kamal was stunned for a moment, but then he realized that it made sense. This lady of the tower was also an experienced netizen. She spent twenty-three out of twenty-four hours in a day in the neural network … But even though it was reasonable, the answer was different from what he had imagined …
However, after following His Majesty Gawain Cecil for so long, he had seen many strange things and abnormal people. He didn't dwell on it for too long. He just adjusted his state of mind a little before bringing his heavy mobile energy station and taking the lead to float into the arena. The rest of the exploration team followed him in a single file.
Mirmina also followed through the gate and looked up at the end of the arena.
An abnormally tall and burly figure sat quietly on the throne prepared for the giants. His entire body was covered in an airtight iron gray heavy armor. The hollow helmet was slightly lowered, and the black hole of the helmet was looking in the direction of the arena's entrance, watching the uninvited guests who had stepped into this place.
Heart Stop!
Kamel looked up and instantly felt the flow of magic all over his body as if frozen. A series of metal clanging sounds came from behind him. The White Knight were also shocked when they saw the figure, and then their warrior instincts made them tighten their grip on the war hammer and heavy holy light cannon in their hands. Everyone was ready for battle in an instant, and even Kamel had two shining clusters of arcane energy in his hands!
But at such a tense moment, Mirmina's voice suddenly came, interrupting everyone's attack. "Calm down. This seems to be just an illusion."
"Illusion?" Kamel's heart skipped a beat. Only now did he notice that the figure sitting on the throne at the end of the arena had not moved at all. He was just sitting quietly on the throne, not reacting to the uninvited guests who had stepped into the arena.
A dry wind blew across the arena, and the flags fluttered on the tip of the spears fluttered in the wind. The mortals who had stepped into the divine kingdom and the illusion of the god of war that appeared in the divine kingdom were facing each other silently across the arena. Kamel finally put away the floating energy ball in his hand and led the vigilant team towards the giant in the distance.
The huge figure with the hollow armor still did not move. It was only then that Kamel and the White Knight finally relaxed.
At this time, Kamel also had time to carefully feel the surrounding environment. He raised an arm and looked at the floating arcane light on the surface of his arm that was suppressed by the surrounding environment. He said thoughtfully, "This place is far away from the interference caused by the portal … Maybe I can set up my magic laboratory in this arena."
"Looks like the conditions are not bad," Mirmina said beside him. As the former ruler of the magical realm, of course, she knew that Kamel had been looking for a chance to find out the essence of magic. She was also unprecedentedly interested in this project. "When the follow-up equipment is in place, you can start to set up the experiment environment. If you need help, just come to me directly."
Carmel stopped and looked strangely at the smiling deity beside him. After a long while, he said in a low voice, "If there's a need, I will."
The explorers came to the side of the huge throne. The giant in the iron-gray armor was still sitting there quietly, maintaining the posture of overlooking the arena. Just as Mirmina had judged, he was just an illusion.
Kamel looked up. At such a close distance, he finally saw a trace of illusory and transparent texture on the surface of the iron-gray armor. This made him a little curious. "Why is there an illusion of the god of war here? Will there be such an illusion in the divine kingdom after the fall of the gods? "
"I don't know." Mirmina slowly shook her head. "The god of war … the process of his fall is very special. My experience may not be useful here …"
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and gently touched the empty and illusory iron-gray armor. A feeling of touching cold clouds came over, and almost at the same time, a voice suddenly appeared in the minds of all the members of the exploration team, including Kamal. The voice was low, dignified, and had a steel-like texture. Everyone who heard it couldn't help but imagine the illusion of a battlefield, weapons, city walls, and an army. There was only one sentence in that voice.
"Good luck …"
The voice in their minds disappeared, and so did the illusions that appeared with the voice. A dull voice came from the helmet of the White Knight Quinn. "Master Kamel, I just heard …"
"I heard it too. Everyone, check the readings of mental contamination!"
"The readings are zero." "No contamination." "No alarm system …"
In the process of dealing with the power of the gods, no matter what they heard or saw, they had to be prepared for mental contamination. So the explorers quickly checked their conditions. After confirming that no one was mentally contaminated, Kamel had time to pay attention to the content of the 'illusion'. He looked up at Mirmina. "That was … the voice left by the god of war?"
"It seems so." Mirmina also heard the voice. Her eyes turned serious. "That should be the last 'thought imprint' left by the god of war before he left …"
"Thought imprint …" A White Knight said subconsciously. "Did he know that we were coming and left such a sentence?"
"No …" Kamel had already reacted. He shook his head. "This sentence was not left for us."
He looked up, and his eyes fell on the iron-gray giant on the throne. After a few seconds, he said in a low voice, "It was left for the mortal army that was about to face him on the battlefield of Wintercastle."
Mirmina was silent for a long time. After a long time, she reached out and gently hit the cold and solemn throne. "Brainless brute …"
The explorers quieted down. Kamel pondered for half a minute before he suddenly looked up at Mirmina. "Shouldn't the god of war have completely lost control at that time? How could he leave such a sentence? "
As soon as his voice trailed off, a voice suddenly came from the rows of seats in the arena not far away. "At that time, my lord had indeed gone completely mad … but there was still a trace of rationality in the ultimate madness."
The sudden voice was as frightening as the illusion of the god of war. Kamel's magic light suddenly soared. He suddenly turned to the direction of the voice. "Who is it?"
Under the watchful eyes of the explorers, a figure in a robe slowly walked out from behind the seats in the nearby stands.
In this already dead God of War's Divine Kingdom that was gradually disintegrating, the figure of a mortal appeared!
He was draped in the robes of a War God Priest and wore an illusory transparent crown on his head. His face was blurry under the chaotic light, but one could still vaguely make out that he was an old man. This figure walked out from behind the stands, slowly walking down the stairs step by step until he arrived in front of Carmel and the White Knights. Like a ghost, he didn't bring about any footsteps, nor did he emit any aura. It was just like … the phantom of the War God.
"You finally came out." Mirmina was not surprised by the appearance of the figure. She seemed to have noticed it. "I just felt you."
"You are another god." The ghost-like figure looked at Mirmina and said respectfully.
"I used to be."
"Forgive me for not being able to worship you — I only worship my lord."
"You don't have to worship me — I'm retired."
Kamel stared at the 'ghostly' old man in front of him. Although he already had a guess in his mind, he still asked in a serious tone, "Who are you?"
"Malcolm Dunnett, that's the name I once used … You can call me that," the old man in the priest's robe said slowly. "As for now … I'm just an insignificant servant here."
"Malcolm Dunnett, the pope of the Church of the God of War in Typhon … I knew it." Kamel stared at the old man, his voice low. "You should be resting in peace … why are you still wandering here?"
Malcolm, the former pope of the god of war, did not immediately answer. Instead, he turned to look at the figure on the throne. After a long time, he said softly, "I'm here to accompany my lord."
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