"Demigod?" Lucien was truly surprised this time. It had only been a year, and Mr. President was already prepared?
Douglas said with a smile, "My preparations were almost completed when you discovered the sun. I spent the past year verifying the existence of the sun in person, integrating the feedback of the real world with my own research, and deploying the ancillary magic circles. Also, pushing the gate of demigod doesn't require any special legendary materials. It is more dependent on the accumulation in the past, such as the solidification of one's cognitive world and the real connection with the Host Star of Destiny."
"Therefore, as long as the nature and key of the ancillary magic circles are figured out, it will be relatively easy to deploy them. It will take much less time than what I estimated in the past."
It was similar to the magic circles that Thanos, Viken, and the rest of them used when they advanced into demigods. No special legendary materials were needed. As long as they completed the status transformation, accumulated enough power of feelings and faith, and grasped the complexity and uniqueness of the magic circles, they would be able to make preparations easily. It would take much less time than before to gather the power of faith and the power of feelings.
As he spoke, Douglas's smile was peaceful and kind, without the excitement, eagerness, and anxiety that he was about to break into the level of demigod. He did not reveal any of his feelings when he learned that Lucien had discovered the sun a year ago.
"But isn't it too hasty?" Although Lucien had always considered himself to be rational and decisive at critical moments, he couldn't help but be hesitant at this moment.
Douglas shook his head with a smile. "I've made all the necessary preparations. There is no difference between the advancement now and the advancement in five or ten years. It must be noted that it has been almost three hundred years since I advanced into the peak of legendary. I came to you directly because I still have concerns in my heart. Brook is smart and prudent, but he is introverted and prefers to devote himself to studies. It will be difficult for him to lead the Congress. Fernando and Hathaway both have major flaws in their personalities and are even less suitable. Therefore, if my advancement fails and I fail to survive, I hope that you can shoulder the responsibility of leading the Congress, Lucien."
He roughly analyzed the other three top legends and looked at Lucien eagerly.
"Mr. President … You will certainly be fine." Lucien said subconsciously. Then, he said solemnly and sincerely, "As long as I'm alive, the Congress will not perish."
Douglas smiled in satisfaction and patted Lucien's shoulder. "Then, I'll have to trouble you to protect me from now on."
"Protect? No problem, Mr. President. Are you going to an alternate dimension for the advancement? " Although there were no clear records on whether or not there would be anomalies during the advancement, Lucien of course, based on the performance of every major advancement so far, he had no doubt that it would be shocking. Also, he had long concluded that Thanos completed the advancement in secret in an alternate dimension or the World of Souls, or in his own demiplane.
That was why the legends of the Magic Empire did not realize that behind every gate in the Realm of Gates was an independent alternate dimension. It was entirely possible that Viken could've fooled Maskelyne and the rest of them.
However, Douglas's advancement was different from theirs. It required his cognitive world and the corresponding real environment — his own demiplane. It was obvious that he could not complete the advancement in his own demiplane and could only go to an alternate dimension or the World of Souls. Otherwise, if he caused too much noise and took a long time, Pope Viken, the Lord of Hell, the pontiff of the North Church, and the other experts would've stopped him.
Douglas said helplessly, "My advancement not only requires my cognitive world and my own demiplane as the foundation, but I also need to grasp the Host Star of Destiny and completely 'overlap and meld' its projection in my soul with my soul, cognitive world, and demiplane. The process will be much more difficult than in an alternate dimension or the World of Souls. Therefore, I can only choose the main material world and rely on the defense of Allyn."
"How long will the advancement take? If it's short, Viken won't be able to come in time. We only need to be wary of the Lord of Hell. Well, the three of us top legends will be enough to stop him with the defense of Allyn. " Lucien became solemn. Faced with demigods, the Congress of Magic could only defend passively right now, but it was not enough to deal with them.
Douglas sighed and said in a self-mocking smile, "I'm the first legend to attempt such a path. I can only roughly estimate that it will take ten to forty minutes, and it's hard to tell exactly what phase it will cause."
The Congress of Magic did not have any concrete studies on the anomalies yet.
"We can only consider it for forty minutes first … I believe that the Silver Moon will be happy to have another reliable ally. After all, Viken has the platinum staff and the key to borrow the power of Mountain Paradise. I'll go to the Dark Mountain Range again." Lucien analyzed the situation. "However, we have to be prepared in case somebody lets the Will of Abyss in during the chaos …"
"Silver Moon" Alterna stopped Pope Viken, and the three top legends on his side blocked the Lord of Hell with the defense. It should be enough, as long as there were no other major changes.
Douglas became solemn. "I'll go to the Dark Mountain Range with you and talk to the Silver Moon in person."
He had carried the Congress of Magic on his back for hundreds of years and was not the kind of man who cared about his face. Naturally, he knew that he had to show his sincerity if he wanted to ask for other people's help.
"Alright." Lucien nodded his head first. Then, he hesitated for a moment. "Although it's only been five years since Viken turned into 'Benedict III', and it's not time for him to completely recover yet, we all know that the real reason why he rarely uses' God's Arrival 'is that his body is too exhausted to be recovered, and he is scared of Monster Viken. At the critical moment, with his personality, he certainly won't hesitate at all. So, we should consider' God's Arrival 'in advance."
"Then, we have to find a way to distract Viken? So that he can't come in time to stop us? " With Douglas' wisdom, he naturally had a lot of plans. For example, he could attack the alternate dimensions controlled by the Church or pretend that he had a way to rescue Monster Viken.
Lucien thought for a moment and said hesitantly, "Maybe there's a better way …"
… …
In the prayer room of the Saint Geno Church …
'Saint' Clement was confessing before the cross quietly. Last time, he went to the chaotic cosmos to retrieve the Time Plate under the instruction of the Angel King, only to run into Lucien and almost be swallowed by the high-energy storm created by the 'Positron Cannon'. Thankfully, the Lord of Hell, who had been his partner for a long time, saved him. Later, he was scared for a long time after he learned from the Lord of Hell that Mecantron, the Angel King, almost perished too.
He was not a body that Thanos, the God of Truth, prepared for himself. As long as Mountain Paradise was not destroyed, he could be reborn in the glory of the Lord. If he were affected by Lucien's terrifying legendary spells, he would've been killed for real!
He had learned the truth about Mecantron's resurrection from the Lord of Hell.
"I've collected most of the 'power of virtues', but I still lack a 'container' …" The Book of Virtues that Clement received from Mecantron was a substitute for the power of negative feelings with positive symbols such as honesty. The corresponding problems were not as great. There was no need to capture a legend as a container. He could rely on special items made of materials.
They were the two branches that appeared after Thanos and Viken perfected their paths to the demigod level. The difference was because Thanos was starting from the beginning and was no longer limited by negative feelings and primeval devils.
"But the required materials are hard to collect." Clement thought rather anxiously. If Geno hadn't died a long time ago, and his body could only be borrowed by the demigods such as the Lord of Hell, I could've directly used his body as a 'container' … Why did I inherit Geno's power instead of Saint Ivan, Saint Felix, and the rest of them?
While he was secretly lamenting, the suburb of San Ivansburg was enshrouded in darkness.
San Ivansburg in late autumn was as cold as the winter in Allyn. White mist would be condensed when one breathed. The night was particularly touching.
On a continuous but not steep hill, a wagon with a lantern on it was moving quickly to the manor at the foot of the hill.
The slim coachman had a big red nose and was wearing a coat that was not very thick. While driving the horse, he poured himself hard liquor, as if he would not be scared of the cold as long as he had liquor.
Suddenly, the coachman shuddered, as if even the hard liquor could not stop the coldness from rising from his heart.
He looked at the sky and saw that the Silver Moon was blocked by the clouds. It was dark everywhere. He subconsciously sensed the desolation and gloominess. So, he waved his whip and accelerated the wagon.
The horse ran quickly for a while, but it suddenly slipped when it turned a corner. The whole wagon was blown out horizontally and fell to the bottom of the hill that was not very high.
"Damn it. How am I going to explain this to my master …" The coachman was not hurt. He stood up in regret, blaming himself for his failure to control the horse.
When he was about to bend and check the horse's wounds, a cave suddenly popped up in his eyes. In an inconspicuous corner of the hill, there was a cave that could not be discovered under normal circumstances. There was a glittering coin at the entrance of the cave.
"A gold coin …" The coachman's eyes were immediately scorching. He looked around carefully and walked to the entrance of the cave, speculating in excitement if there were treasures inside.
Drunk, he did not consider whether or not the cave was dangerous. He simply walked to the entrance of the cave and picked up the gold coin. He did not notice that he had passed through a transparent shield that was about to disappear at all.
When he was about to examine the gold coin carefully, the coachman's pupils suddenly widened, because the cave was full of weird symbols that were filled with the intense smell of pain, desperation, and hatred.
The coachman was so scared that he stood where he was, watching the symbols disintegrate and disappear together with the transparent shield that he did not notice in several minutes.
Then, he shook his head and burped. "Was I … Was I asleep just now?"
When the coachman walked into the cave, Clement, who was inside the Saint Geno Church, suddenly sensed something. He interrupted his "confession" and closed his eyes for real, only to see a pair of crimson eyes that were full of mockery in the darkness.
"Somebody in San Ivansburg completed the transformation of the primeval devils with the power of negative feelings. I sensed the intense pain, desperation, and hatred …" Maltimus said firmly. "You'd better figure out who it is as soon as possible."
Clement narrowed his eyes. Somebody in San Ivansburg knew the transformation of the primeval devils?
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