The word 'sacrifice' was always more appropriate when used on others. Faced with the First High Reverend's impassioned speech, the Wise Mad King hesitated for a long time. In the end, he had no choice but to compromise. "I wish to report this matter to the Leader."
It was obvious that the Godsfall cult had a higher leader than the High Reverend. Judging from the Wise Mad King's hesitation, it was obvious that reporting this matter to the Leader was not as simple as making a phone call.
The other two High Reverends fell silent as well. After a while, the First High Reverend said in a slightly regretful tone, "Since you are the one who planned this, I will respect your decision."
After the First High Reverend had finished speaking, the Wise Mad King suddenly heard a voice. It did not reach his ears. Instead, it appeared in his mind.
"I understand the situation. Proceed with the original plan. Do not disappoint me."
The Wise Mad King's voice was short, and it took him no more than two seconds to finish his sentence. However, the Wise Mad King felt as if he had been washed by water. Sweat covered his forehead and soaked his clothes. It was as if he had just walked through the gates of hell.
"God's grace is as heavy as a mountain, and God's might is as heavy as a prison …" the Wise Mad King murmured in a low voice. He could still feel the lingering fear in his heart, so unless it was absolutely necessary, he did not want to talk to the leader of this group.
He had to take some time to calm his breathing and heartbeat. Then, he said to the other two High Reverends, "The Leader wants us to proceed with the plan."
"If that's the case, there's nothing much to say. It's just that the loss of three Demigods makes my heart ache …" The Third High Reverend lamented at the side. However, his tone sounded like he was taking pleasure in the misfortune of others.
"It doesn't matter. As long as the plan succeeds, the Demigods will only exist in the history books," the First High Reverend said passionately.
"However, if we want to make the three Demigods submit to us, we'll have to depend on the Second High Reverend," the Third High Reverend reminded the Wise Mad King.
"Hmph! Wasn't the Mark of Power and the Black Flame Tattoo meant for this? "the Wise Mad King replied coldly.
While the Godsfall cultists were being forced to change their plans and decide to cut their losses, Baiyi, who was still on his way to meet up with his students, did not know that his enemies had so many tricks up their sleeves. He did not know that the Leaper he had just killed had shocked his enemies to such an extent.
He was still busy discussing with the Voidwalkers about the clues they had gathered from the altar, trying to figure out the enemy's intentions.
"This altar gives me a very familiar feeling. It's very similar to the style of an old friend." The Devil Walker added. "The runes around the altar, as well as the layout of the altar, are very similar to the work of Moroes, the Lord of the Abyss. I've seen it a few times before. Although some of the details are different, and some of the functions are different, it's definitely his style."
"Moroes was a cunning Lord of the Abyss. He might have been slightly weaker than Thaas in terms of strength, but he was much more difficult to deal with. Unlike the other demons, Moroes did not treat human culture with disdain. In fact, he valued it very much. He once stole a lot of books related to human culture and abducted academic sorcerers. Even places like the Doors of Conundrum had his spies lurking in the shadows.
"Moroes once designed a sacrificial formation based on human knowledge of formations. As long as someone offered a certain amount of tribute, Moroes would bestow a corresponding amount of power to the person offering the tribute. It might seem like an equivalent exchange, but if the person offering the tribute failed to offer more after the contract was signed, Moroes would mercilessly take back the person's power along with their soul.
"So, in order to survive, the person offering the tribute would do something even crazier. They would collect more tributes, but the price of each tribute would be higher than the previous one. This created a loan-sharking system with infinite interest, and in the end, Moroes would take back everything they offered, including interest," the Devil Walker concluded.
"Would anyone actually fall for such a stupid trap?" Baiyi asked, amused.
"The simpler a trap is, the more effective it is. Did you not use Steam on Earth? Or have you never played a mobile game? " The Devil Walker retorted. "Besides, there are always some people whose thirst and greed for power far exceeds your imagination. It's because of these people that the demons have been able to maintain their influence over the human race."
Baiyi was at a loss for words.
"Also, this guy was the first one to notice the military value of the Leaper, and he specifically tamed a batch of them. Although the Leaper is powerful when it's fully formed, it's still too weak compared to other demons. It's hard for them to grow and control, and no one has the patience to train them. Take the one you met today for example. A Leaper with that kind of power should be able to come and go as it pleases, and it should be able to be a lord in the Endless Abyss. There's no reason for it to risk its life for someone else. So, if I'm not mistaken, that Moroes was the one who tamed that Moroes when it was young. This means that the Abyss Lord is definitely involved in this incident, "the Devil Walker explained.
"Another Abyss Lord, huh? Well, at least this answers a question that's been bothering me for a long time. " Baiyi digested the Devil Walker's information and continued, "The fact that Godsfall managed to grow to such a stage under the nose of the Church shows that it's not enough to just rely on bewitchment. It's obvious that they have the backing of a powerful nation.
"But whether it's in the Northern Lands of Isythre or here, they haven't reached the point where they can do whatever they want. This means that they have the support of other forces. If it's a real Lord of the Abyss, and not a half-dead guy like Thaas, then it makes sense. Bewitching people's minds and spreading lies to confuse the masses is a demon's specialty."
"That's why there were so many demons involved in the attack on the academy. Some of them were Thaas's former subordinates, but most of them were the Abyss Lord's minions, right?" The Apprentice Walker suddenly remembered the attack on his academy, which he had yet to recover from. Seeing the name that had been passed down for so long disappear, his voice was filled with sorrow and anger.
"Tsk, tsk. To the fickle demons, loyalty is just an illusory concept. Betrayal is the eternal theme. How could there be any former subordinates? Thaas's subordinates must have been recruited by Moroes after his defeat. Moroes used Thaas's name to deceive the public, "the Devil Walker said with a sneer.
"You think this altar has the style of Lord Moroes, the Abyss Lord, but I think it's very similar to something else. Do you still remember what happened to me in Mia's old house?" Baiyi changed the topic as if he had just remembered something.
"At that time, I found out that the runic circle in Mia's old house was just a part of a whole set of Super Empire-Level Magic Circles. I reported it to the Church, and after that, I didn't ask about it anymore. From the looks of it, the Church must have destroyed the runic circle, but now, it seems like they've set up another one here."
"Wow! Are they going to create a national formation to create the Philosopher's Stone? " The Alchemist Walker exclaimed excitedly. The words' sacrifice 'and' huge 'had probably made his mind up.
'Do you think the Wise Mad King is a flask dwarf or a father? Why don't you just say that he's going to use this formation to steal the truth and become a true God? ' Baiyi sneered.
"Don't play with such an obscure joke. Many people won't understand it," the Archmage said. Perhaps he understood it.
Suddenly, the Bard Walker, who usually did not participate in such serious discussions, broke his silence. He compared the information Baiyi had shared with his own memories, and after a while, he singled out a certain symbol on the altar. "This is the symbol of the God of Power, Darranth!"
"Oh? Tell me more about it. "Baiyi did not expect the Great Gentleman Walker to be able to use it normally. Baiyi asked.
"As we all know, other than the One True God, whom the Church of God's Grace worships, there are other gods. For example, the War God, whom Hope once interacted with. The God of Power is a similar existence. Rumor has it that he wields power, and humans' magic and combat chi were all bestowed upon them by him.
"He used to have followers and a sect, but they couldn't compete with the Church of God's Grace, so they slowly died out. I learned of his existence from the various ancient books I've collected, and this symbol is his symbol," the Bard Walker said.
"You collect ancient books? I thought you would only collect women's underwear, "someone ridiculed him from the side.
The Bard Walker jumped up as if someone had stepped on his tail. "Stop looking down on me! I'm a scholar, after all! Being intimate with women is just a hobby of mine. Besides, most of them are attracted by my good looks and profound knowledge. I'm not some inexperienced young boy toy! "
"Also, if you want to compose poems that can be sung and played, you need to collect these things and understand the lives of those historical figures. Only then can you compose something truly touching. I'm a Bard, not a web novelist! I can't just make things up!"
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