The light was getting brighter and brighter, and the darkness was getting thicker and thicker. The figure inside the altar was getting clearer and clearer, but the ripples still covered the figure's face and upper body.
At this time, the figure suddenly disappeared, and only the white, sacred light dome was left on the altar, illuminating the hall.
The elder, Harold, Quiggins, and other dwarves who were kneeling on the ground did not see the change, but Tess, Galata, Wells, and Edith did.
"Haha, haha, their god has disappeared and abandoned them!" Wells was filled with the joy and joy of surviving a calamity.
When the altar lit up, Wells almost passed out. He could not believe that a god was really coming.
Wells was not literate, and he had heard that Vlad Count was injured by the Saint Truth and the legend about Alterna, the Primogenitor of the Vampires, the God of the Silver Moon. Therefore, Wells believed in the existence of gods. That was why he was so scared. Although he was a noble blood servant, and his master was even more noble and powerful, he was still as weak as an ant in front of a god.
Wells was a traitor to the dwarves, and the God of Steam, the Master of Life and Death, seemed to be the guardian of the dwarves. It was not hard to imagine what would happen to Wells if he fell into the hands of the God of Steam.
Edith also laughed crazily, "See? The god is no longer protecting you. We, the vampires, are the noble race that is favored by the god!"
When the altar was activated, the pressure and fear in Edith's heart were no less than Wells'.
The elder, Harold, Myrna, and the other dwarves heard the two blood slaves' venting and raised their heads in panic, only to see the empty altar.
"Where's the Lord?"
"Did the God of Steam abandon us?"
"Did we do something that the Lord despised?"
Panic, despair, and bewilderment spread among the surviving dwarves. It was not easy to get the favor of the gods. How could there be such a change?
"Advanced Invisibility! He's a sorcerer!" Galata, the vampire butler, realized what was going on. "That's the transmission circle to go through the space barrier. There's a space node here!"
"Galata, kill him! I'll go back to the castle and inform Count!" Tess's expression changed again and again. Black bat wings grew out of her back. She turned around and fled without hesitation.
The space nodes were the gates of the "castle" of the alternate dimension. In order to prevent the invasion or infiltration of foreign enemies, all the nodes had to be controlled by one's own side. Otherwise, the Saint Truth and the Congress of Magic might send a few experts to sneak in and take over the entire alternate dimension. In some alternate dimensions, several forces fought over the space nodes repeatedly.
In the Night Highland, all the space nodes had been occupied by powerful vampires. Tess and Galata, the two orthodox vampires, had to take control of the new space node as soon as possible.
At the same time, since Tess did not know the level of the sorcerer who came through the space node, she decided to ask Galata to stop the sorcerer while she went back to the castle to ask Count for help.
Although Vlad Count had been tortured by divine spells for a long time and often fell into a deep sleep, he was still a senior-rank vampire and the most powerful vampire in the area.
Normally speaking, the power of a vampire was closely related to the title granted by the Council of Elders. For example, a Count represented a formal Knight or a dark sorcerer; a Viscount represented a middle-rank; a Count or a Marquis represented a senior-rank; a Duke represented an archmage or a Gold Knight; and a Prince was in the realm of legends.
However, many vampires lived in seclusion or mixed in human society. Even if they became more powerful, they did not bother to report to the Council of Elders. Therefore, it was easy to judge a vampire's power by the title. As for Rhein, who had lived for tens of thousands of years or even longer, he did not accept the title of Prince of Vampires because he liked the title of Count.
Galata hesitated for a second and then rushed to the altar without hesitation. As a low-rank descendant of Vlad's Embrace, he was completely loyal to the Count and did not want to disobey the order of Lady Tess, who represented the will of the Count.
Judging from the aura that appeared briefly just now, he was sure that the sorcerer was still on the altar and had not left yet!
The moment Lucien arrived, he saw a bunch of dwarves who were crying like lunatics kneeling on the ground and murmuring weird words to him. Lucien was quite shocked. He thought that there was something wrong with the teleportation circle that he deployed, and he was involved in the space turbulence and "transmigrated" again!
Therefore, Lucien reflexively cast the fourth-circle spell, Advanced Invisibility. He wanted to hide and observe the situation before deciding what to do next.
"They can still use magic?" Lucien thought to himself.
After becoming invisible, Lucien gradually calmed down. As a "language expert", he could easily tell that the language used by the dwarves belonged to the ancient family, which was the same as the modern dwarven language. Lucien could barely understand them.
"Lord? The God of Steam? What are they doing? "
Lucien had a lot of questions. Before he could figure them out, he heard Galata's words. "Space node?"
"Vampire! It is indeed the Night Highland! " The dwarf vampire with a pair of black bat wings made Lucien realize where he was. Then he saw another vampire that looked like a human jumping at him.
Lucien narrowed his eyes and pointed. He absolutely could not let the news of the spatial node leak out!
He still needed to use the Night Highland to jump a few more times, and it would be dangerous if the prince level vampire found out.
Since Rhein did not tell him which vampire was trustworthy, he would treat them all equally!
Harold stared blankly at the empty altar and the slowly disappearing white, transparent light cover. He felt that he and the dwarfs had been abandoned by the world. Why did the gods leave without doing anything after they arrived?
Could it be that the dwarves were not devout enough?
Could it be that the cruel vampires had been blessed by the gods?
Could it be that their fate had been decided?
Harold bit his lips so hard that blood oozed out. Desperation, confusion, and depression made him extremely tired. He wished he could die right now.
Only death was the end of all the pain!
Only death could bring about eternal peace!
Such emotions filled the hearts of every dwarf, and even the great elder Augustus was not spared. The last bit of faith that supported him had disappeared, and his "world" collapsed with a bang.
A shadow flashed in front of them and rushed towards the altar.
"Galata …" They could only think of the name, and they had no idea what had just happened.
Suddenly, the bright light in front of the altar was reflected in Augustus's cloudy eyes.
Galata's whole body turned into a colorful ball of light.
Red, black, green … Countless light spots were ejected from the light ball. Some of them turned into gas, some emitted a strong smell of sulfur, and some changed color quickly and fell to the ground with a light sound.
In less than one second, Galata had completely disappeared, leaving behind all kinds of strange things.
"What kind of magic is this?" Tess was shocked. Galata was killed before she could even flap her bat wings. And he had been "decomposed" into many substances?
Tess had never seen such a creepy and horrible magic!
Was it a legendary sorcerer? According to the legend, Hathaway, the Master of Elements, had a similar description of the Element Decomposition spell!
Tess was extremely scared. She had to run! Run now! She would die if she was too slow!
A cloud of black smoke rose, and countless tiny bats flew out of the smoke and fled in all directions.
Wells and Edith did not even realize what had happened.
Seeing that Galata had turned into all kinds of weird things, Harold was overjoyed.
The Lord had not abandoned them!
The God of Steam was still protecting them!
Harold burst into tears again. At this time, he felt a warm and gentle power passing through his body, just like the touch of his parents when he was a child.
"Is this the power of God?"
In his daze, he heard a miserable shriek, and he subconsciously turned around to take a look, only to see thick white smoke rising from the detestable supervisor Wells' body. Pieces of rotten flesh fell to the ground one after another, and he was shivering, not even having the strength to escape. Soon, Wells' skeleton was broken and he fell to the ground. Edith, his maid, also fell to the ground.
At the entrance of the passage, many small black bats fell to the ground like raindrops. The black smoke on them was rolling and dissipating. Then, covered by the vague holy light, the bats melted and disappeared.
They were not dead yet!
A few seconds later, an invisible female scream of resentment echoed in the vicinity of the tunnel.
"Tess is dead? Galata is dead? "
The two "terrifying" vampires, who were like nightmares, had died just like that?
"Is this the power of God?"
The same question, but with a different meaning, the surviving dwarves looked at all this in disbelief.
Quiggins was very close to the altar. Some of the things that Galata "dropped" were right in front of him. Quiggins subconsciously picked up a small piece of metal and a small piece of black solid.
Suddenly, his eyes were wide open, and his hands were shaking. He was very excited, "This is iron! This is coal! This is the real God of Steam!"
Dropping the things in his hands, Quiggins reached out his hands, kneeled on the ground, and prayed loudly:
"The great Lord of Life and Death, you love us as if you have the highest power.
"Under your glory, we will be free from all the sufferings and evils."
The Great Elder, Harold, Myrna, and the other dwarves looked at the altar, and then at the remains of the bats, bones, and rotten flesh at the entrance of the tunnel. Thinking of the horror of Tess's magic and the fact that she was purified without any resistance, they no longer had any doubts.
"The eyes of mortals can't see God. Ordinary brushes can't paint the ultimate. The real God will never show himself in front of people!" Suddenly, the elder thought of the reason why the altar was empty. He became more excited and announced it aloud. Then, he kneeled down and prayed devoutly.
"You rule everything. You control the boundary between life and death. You are the King of Kings, the God of Gods."
Hearing the elder's explanation, the other dwarves also followed him and prayed to the altar in ecstasy. Lucien was a bit surprised.
"Our glory, our lives, and our power all belong to you, the great God of Steam!"
All the dwarves prayed in unison. Glancing at the altar, they suddenly remembered what happened to Galata and became even more devout.
God's grace was as vast as the ocean, and God's power was as great as the mountains!
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