The next day, the Pope personally signed two documents. One of them was a declaration to the Sorcerers' Association, demanding that they lift the restriction order on dimensional materials as soon as possible and cooperate with the Church in summoning angels. Otherwise, the Church would be affected by the Divine Wrath.
The second one was a missing person notice. The Great Priest had mysteriously disappeared five days ago, and there had been no news since then. At this critical moment when the Church needed him the most, he had disappeared. This made the Pope angry and afraid. He was worried that the Great Priest might have been kidnapped by demons, so he offered a reward several times higher than the original price.
Due to the war preparations, he had yet to issue a formal declaration of war to the Voidwalkers. However, the declaration was more or less complete. Ever since the establishment of the Sorcerer's Association, they had never felt such a strong threat. Not long after receiving the declaration, Vice President Grant personally went to Da Xue to meet with the First Walker.
After mimicking the etiquette of the Ancient Rohlserlian courtiers, Grant half-knelt on the ground to show his respect for the Sage-Emperor of the Magi. He then respectfully presented the Church's declaration to the Archmage and asked, "Your Majesty, what do you think?"
The Archmage gestured for him to rise. "You don't have to do this. I'm no longer the Emperor. I'm just a normal old man …" As he spoke, he finished reading the Church's announcement in silence. Then, he released a ball of fire from his palm and burned the paper to ashes.
That was what the Archmage thought after reading the declaration. The flame on his palm was more like a manifestation of the anger in his heart.
"Haha, the wrath of four gods at the same time? What a show, "the Archmage sneered." But the Void has nothing to fear! " An indomitable and fearless aura erupted from his body, just like the Emperor who had swept away thousands of enemies in the past.
Grant's knees buckled under the impact of the Magician's aura, and he almost fell to his knees again. Fortunately, the Magician managed to retract his arrogant demeanor in time and reverted to that of an amiable old man. "What about the rest of you?" he asked. Surrender? Resist? Show me what the future generations of sorcerers are capable of! "
Grant's expression became awkward. In fact, this was the main reason he had come all the way here. After thinking for a while, he said hesitantly, "I think this is an insult to us. It's an insult to magic! However … I can't decide everyone's thoughts … You should know that although most of the mages are non-believers, there are some who are shallow believers or their family members are loyal believers. There are also a lot of people who have interests with the Church. The previous material embargo has already put them under a lot of pressure … "
Grant rambled on and on. In conclusion, he basically said that we had to submit to the tyrannical power of the Church. After all, gods and angels were too scary!
The Archmage Walker listened in silence. He did not comment on the Sorcerer's Association's decision to admit defeat. Instead, he asked, "You seem to be deciding on a new president?"
Grant immediately perked up. He was no longer like the resentful woman from before. Instead, he said excitedly, "Currently, there are a few Vice Presidents competing for this position. I don't have much of an advantage."
How could the Magician not understand what he was trying to say? He immediately took out a stack of research records from his storage bag and casually tossed it to him, adding, "This is just one of them."
Grant took the paper and read it. "A feasibility report on the magic communication network?" Then he turned to the next one. "On the application of the cloud computing model? About the market forecast of the new magic equipment? "
He knew all the words, but he couldn't understand anything when they were put together.
"When you can understand it, you will gain an unparalleled advantage." The Archmage said seriously, "We call this the upgrading of the technology industry. There are many cutting-edge ideas and ideas that you have never heard of. They can bring epoch-making changes to the entire world. Anyone who participates in this will be remembered in history!"
The Sorcerer did not mention how much power and status these things could bring to the other party. He only mentioned the words "to go down in history". For a small number of people, the temptation of these words was far greater than anything in the secular world, and the difficulty of achieving it was not something that could be compared to things like power and status. In the thousands of years of history, there were countless people who had power and wealth that could rival a country, but how many of them could go down in history?
Coincidentally, Grant, who already had a transcendent status, was one of them. The Archmage's words made his heart beat faster.
"What I've given you is just the tip of the iceberg. Hurry up and prove that you have what it takes to be a part of it. Of course, this is all based on our victory, but I don't think there's any suspense in that," the Archmage said confidently.
Grant was like a child who had just received a reward. He nodded excitedly and hugged the papers tightly. After a few words of greeting, he left in a hurry.
When Grant was far away, the Scholar Walker, who had been watching from the side, said, "He looks very excited … but he doesn't know what role he should play."
After the Voidwalkers had received some of the technology Baiyi had brought back from Earth, they had begun to study and understand the basics of the technology. Soon, they were no longer satisfied with the small goals of making cell phones and playing computer games. The Voidwalkers were arrogant and naïve, and they wanted to emulate Earth's many industrial upgrades. They wanted to fuse this world's magic with Earth's technology and create their own unique technology tree.
If this idea, which seemed like a pipe dream, could be realized, they could even usher this world from a feudal agricultural civilization to a new, advanced, and unique era. If they could achieve this, they would not only be famous in history, but they would also be greater than the gods.
Of course, this was an extremely difficult thing to achieve, even for the Voidwalkers. It would require the continuous efforts of many generations, and it would also require a huge amount of manpower, resources, and funds. If the Voidwalkers wanted to play the role of a technological guide, then someone would have to play the role of a sucker. The Sorcerer's Association's Vice President seemed to be the latter.
But just as the Archmage had said, all of this was built on the foundation of their victory. Being able to rope in a powerful deputy leader at a time like this was naturally a wise move. It was just that Roland wasn't sure if he could understand the significance of technology upgrading.
"Alright, let's put this aside for now and gather the others. The Church has declared war on us!" The Archmage said calmly.
Soon, the Voidwalkers who had descended from Earth gathered together, waiting for the Vice President to speak.
"During this period of time … Have you done anything to provoke the Church? Why else would they suddenly attack us at this time? " The Archmage asked as he looked at the Voidwalkers. Then, he turned his attention to the Cleric Walker. "Like you? Have you molested the Church's underage girls?"
The Cleric Walker quickly waved his hand. "No! I haven't! Don't talk nonsense! The most I've done is squatting in the bushes and admiring the skirts of girls passing by. That's all in college. "
"What about you?" The Archmage turned to the Paladin Walker. "Have you gone out to lick those female priests and believers?"
"I don't even have a tongue!" The Paladin Walker cried out.
"So what have you done?!" The Archmage could not help but ask angrily, "Why would the Church suddenly attack us at a time like this? Why would the Four Gods even send their angels to attack us?! "
The Archmage's expression was one of anxiety and worry. He was not as confident as he had been when he first met Grant. Instead, he was panicking.
"Weren't you calm and collected just a moment ago? Why are you in such a hurry? "The Scholar Walker asked.
"How can I not be?" The Archmage retorted. "Hope isn't here! The one who inherited all our knowledge and hope isn't here! It's like the Crystal Maiden who just got caught in the jungle. If it were you, wouldn't you be worried? "
"Why would the Crystal Maiden fight the First Seat, and the First Seat?" Someone chimed in.
"Don't talk about weird stuff like that. I'm just making an analogy." The Archmage returned to his seat. "We need to figure out their true intentions. If necessary, we can make some sacrifices. After all, we're at a critical juncture. We need to save Noirciel and wait for Hope to return. This is not a good time to fight."
The Archmage's gaze fell on the Paladin Walker and the Cleric Walker, as if he was going to abandon them.
"I told you this has nothing to do with us!" The Cleric Walker said. "The way I see it, it's your plan to change the world that angered the Gods!"
"Nonsense! We made the world under their rule better and stronger. Not only did they not reward us, they even want to punish us? Are the Gods pigs? "The Archmage retorted.
"But if it really comes true, won't the status of the Gods be threatened? They might be angered by this, right? "The Paladin Walker, perhaps afraid of being abandoned, chimed in.
"I don't think it's possible. This plan is just a preliminary idea. We're still far from it! We haven't even fully understood Earth's technology yet. How could we possibly attract the Gods' attention? "
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