Dang, dang, dang. Three melodious bells echoed. The dwarves outside of the temple of the God of Craftsmen all stopped. Clenching their right fists, they prayed at the same time.
"Great God of Steam, you are the Master of Machines. You control the art of forging and grant us strength and courage …"
Katrina, who was about to leave, was slightly stunned. Since when did the God of Craftsmen become the God of Steam? It seemed that the Congress did not pay enough attention to the kingdom of dwarves in Dumute.
"However, this' God of Steam 'seems different from the' God of Steam 'that the alchemical dwarves in Renstadt worship. Their gestures and prayers are obviously different." When Katrina, Heidi, and her other friends wandered in Renstadt and investigated the alchemical workshops, they had encountered dwarves from the Night Highland. Their weird posture of covering their eyes left a deep impression on her.
She looked around and saw that the humans, werewolves, elves, and other non-dwarven races on the street had stopped too. Although they did not pray, they did not seem to want to disturb the dwarves' noon prayer ritual. So, she also stopped and thought to herself, Judging from their familiar and natural behavior, it must've been a while since the God of Craftsmen turned into the God of Steam.
The orderly prayers created a strange resonance, allowing the creatures who were not praying to feel the magnificence and holiness. The air was filled with the intoxicating fragrance of wine.
It was the greatest feature of the Kingdom of Dwarves of Dumute. The dwarves were not only fond of ale but also of all kinds of fine wines. Most of the merchants who came and went here were selling fine wines in exchange for ores and dwarven alchemical items.
The dwarves whose blood power had been modified by sorcerers boasted basic spiritual power. Together with their skills and talents, it was not difficult for them to create apprentice-level alchemical items. The low-rank and middle-rank items, on the other hand, could only be created by the dwarves whose blood power had been activated. The ancient senior-rank sorcerers modified them precisely so that they could undertake the work of making low-rank, middle-rank, and apprentice-level alchemical items in case they wasted their time.
As for the senior-rank alchemical items, few dwarves could make them, and their success rate was much lower than that of sorcerers. As for the real legendary items, only Heit, the God of Craftsmen, could make them with his divine power and his talents. Even Okun, the God of Valiance, couldn't do it.
Different fragrances of wine spread out from different places. When they were mixed together, they seemed to be enough to make those who had a low tolerance for alcohol feel drunk or uncomfortable. However, Katrina was from the Schachran Empire and had a high tolerance for alcohol. Instead of being disgusted, she took a deep breath and narrowed her eyes.
After the noon prayer, Katrina returned to her hotel with the crowd. She closed the window and began to meditate, preparing herself for the operation at night. Although the dwarves themselves were limited in height, they, who had the blood of the "steam civilization" flowing in their veins, loved beautiful and magnificent buildings from the bottom of their heart. Therefore, as long as it was not a giant who came to Dumute, they would not feel restrained. The average height of the stone houses here was four meters.
It was soon midnight. Teams of dwarven soldiers patrolled on the street dutifully and vigilantly. Because the God of Craftsmen suddenly turned into the God of Steam and the God of Valiance submitted to him, Dumute was actually in an unstable state. Emergencies happened all the time, and the "cultists" who opposed the great God of Steam would raise all kinds of trouble. Therefore, Hamina City seemed to be as prosperous as before, but it was actually in a tense state.
Katrina set up a circle to eliminate magic waves first and then enhanced herself with spells such as Advanced Stealth. Although Dumute was not biased against sorcerers, and they were rather awed by spellcasters, what she was about to do concerned their highest spiritual leader, the God of Craftsmen. She had to be cautious.
Landing on the ground like a feather, Katrina snuck toward the temple of the God of Steam. She raised her head to observe the stars and the environment, calculating the location where the statue should be placed according to the change of coordinates that her teacher gave her.
"Why does this formula also need the specific coordinates of the temples and the types and coordinates of the surrounding buildings …" Katrina muttered the required parameters in her heart. She was rather puzzled. She really could not understand the law of the coordinate changes. What exactly was it calculating? Why did it need so many strange parameters?
However, it was her teacher's instruction, and she did not think too much about it. After spending a lot of time circling around, she finally calculated the specific coordinates. Then, she quietly walked to a white statue in the southeast of the temple of the God of Steam.
"Is this Heit's statue?" Katrina observed carefully for a moment.
The statue of the dwarf was wearing armor that was carved with sacred patterns and holding a giant hammer in his hand. His beard reached his chest and covered his face. Inside his eye sockets were two dazzling sun stones.
"In comparison, the statue that my teacher gave is truly ugly …" Katrina took out the small statue that Lucien gave her and shook her head in amusement. "My teacher's taste is always fluctuating."
Nobody could deny Lucien's taste in music, the construction of magic towers, and the Moon Timer. The many creations that he proposed in "Arcana Voice" were also eye-catching. However, in many cases, his ideas and creations were too unique to be accepted. For example, the dwarf statue that was made of many metal parts looked very cool and cool, but it had a big bald head that was carved with dark green weird patterns, giving people a weird illusion that their mind was shaking the moment they saw it.
Holding back her smile, Katrina focused her attention and, as per Lucien's instruction, asked the statue of the bald dwarf to float at the heart of Heit, the God of Craftsmen. Then, she chanted a long and complicated spell in a low voice.
Although the spell was written in the language of the ancient Magic Empire, it had a strange sense of holiness and emptiness. Gradually, the bald dwarf's statue began to emit streaks of silver-white light. The light streaks extended to the surroundings like a giant net that controlled people's hearts.
"You are the dominator of the mind, the emperor of the gods, and the great God of Steam … Please allow me to call your name. Almighty Yuri, please grant me the power to control everything …"
In the chanting, the silver lines of light partly extended into the heart of Heit's statue, and partly melted with the void around, raising quakes.
In the middle of the quakes, spots of pure and holy light appeared like tiny angels. They were singing, praising, and praying as they danced up and down around Yuri's statue.
The noises seemed to have been frozen, and the temple far away did not react at all.
The quakes in the void suddenly intensified. The tiny spots of light melted into Yuri's statue, and Yuri's statue gradually blurred and disappeared without a trace!
"It melted with the space and time nearby?" Katrina looked at this scene with deep shock in her eyes. What happened just now was really something she had never seen before. "Is this the subtlety of the power of Legends? But why is there still the air of illusionary divine power … "
She shook her head and held back her feelings. Wiping away the traces nearby carefully, she returned to the hotel.
When Katrina's shadow disappeared at the end of the street, a pitch-black bird with a cluster of hilarious, pale, and cold feathers on its head suddenly flew down from the dark sky.
The bird hovered and landed on the head of Heit, the God of Craftsmen, before it uttered a hoarse voice that could only be heard nearby, "Lucien Evans has indeed been collecting faith in secret. He seems very confident about his theory … He was bold enough to steal Heit's power of faith directly …"
"… He sent a student to accomplish that. He almost fooled everybody. If it weren't for me …"
"No, I have to figure out a way to remind Heit that Lucien Evans cannot be allowed to collect the power of faith smoothly, or he will probably be the fastest to step into the level of demigod …"
It flew down from the head of the statue and circled around the area, uttering strange and terrifying cries of "Du", "Du", as if it was announcing the time of death to a living creature.
… …
On the third day after Katrina left Hamina City …
A team of dwarf soldiers discovered the 'cultists' who slandered and attacked Heit, the God of Steam, during their patrol and engaged them in a fierce battle.
There were senior-rank spellcasters among the cultists. For a moment, the dwarf soldiers suffered heavy casualties. Thankfully, it was Heit's temple nearby. A few high priests soon arrived and blocked the cultists in a square nearby.
The power of divine power burst out everywhere, and all kinds of weird views were displayed in the square. The cultists fell one after another, and the square was on the verge of destruction.
BOOM! The high priest and the senior-rank spellcaster of the cultists had a clash of 'Sunfire Explosion'. The aftermath swept across the square and blew apart the statue of Heit. Holy light and silver lines flashed on it.
After the flash, Heit, the God of Craftsmen deep inside the temple, opened his eyes. Two clusters of golden fire were burning furiously, as if they were the fury in his heart.
He extended his hand, and the statue of the bald Yuri appeared at the center of his palm.
"Who is bold enough to steal my power of faith?" Heit's voice was filled with fury. He gnashed his teeth. "The God of Steam? Lucien Evans! "
A furious wind swept across the entire temple, and a cluster of golden fire fell from the sky, burning the senior-rank spellcaster into ash.
After examining the memories of the survivor carefully, Heit was silent for a moment before he said angrily, "If you can steal my power of faith, so can I!"
He cast his eyes on the statue of Yuri in his palm. Then, a cluster of golden fire covered it carefully, as if he was scared that something would be alarmed.
… …
Inside the Atomic Universe, vague golden light flashed across the statue of Yuri, the God of Steam, and quickly melted into it. If he hadn't been paying close attention, he wouldn't have noticed it at all.
Inside the magic tower, Lucien was briefly stunned. He turned around and looked outside, putting on a smile.
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