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Chapter 438: The Murmurs of Ancient Faith
Chapter 438: The Murmurs of Ancient Faith
Above the Material Plane, a massive shadow loomed over.
Duke White Frost looked up and saw a constantly twisting, fleshy radiance squeezing through the crystalline walls of the plane.
At this moment, he was not in the Duchy of White Frost but in the capital of a neighboring duchy, which he had already conquered. A large number of priests and nobles had died, and the bodies of knights who had never experienced battle hung from the city walls, serving as a warning to the private armies of the nobles.
"What is that?" Duke White Frost felt a vague sense of unease. His inherited knowledge contained no records of such a phenomenon.
Indeed, he thought it might be some kind of astronomical event, a reflection of the Astral Plane formed by the initial establishment of the crystalline walls. During the early days of the walls' creation, such phenomena were occasionally seen.
Unfortunately, the massive radiance did not remain confined to the crystalline walls of the Material Plane as he had imagined.
Screech~
A piercing sound erupted instantaneously. Even Duke White Frost, a legendary figure, could not withstand it immediately. Blood flowed from his seven orifices, and his guards collapsed beside him.
"Everyone, prepare!" Duke White Frost knew this was a large-scale targeted attack. He shouted, but halfway through, he realized no one could stand firm.
Then he watched as the enormous entity seeped through the crystalline walls, descending directly toward him.
"Uncontrolled faith form, how can this be!!!" At the sight of the monster, he screamed, his voice brimming with disbelief.
"This is impossible. Faith forms are stable; they only die, they can't... Wait, the Cradle Plan, they altered the underlying logic of faith forms." Fortunately, as a duke who had long held a high position, he quickly regained his composure.
"You have crawled out of the cradle, it is very dangerous, go back~"
As he was contemplating how to deal with this uncontrolled deity, a breeze blew past, and Duke White Frost's expression fell into a moment of confusion. He didn't even notice that his tightly closed third eye on his forehead had opened.
"This is impossible, damn it, what has the Cradle Plan done?" Duke White Frost's expression changed as he regained his senses. He recognized the voice; it was neither the God of Magic nor the God of Holy Light, but an even more ancient being, a concept that protected them, named Survival and Reproduction, a motherly presence.
In his memory, this being had become more of a slogan, a phrase they would repeat every time they communicated: "Survival and Reproduction."
The Deity Project was itself aimed at finding this concept.
Now, this existence had truly appeared, but not fully.
"I need to leave quickly, otherwise, once that uncontrolled faith form descends, it will surely kill me first." Duke White Frost knew that the entity was the God of Magic. He recognized some of the descriptions from ancient texts in the chaotic body of the entity.
He had never known that a deity could break free from its constraints and enter the Material Plane when it went out of control. These were all later developments in the Cradle Plan. He was not a triclops from that era but a new generation of triclops formed through bloodline inheritance.
Now it seemed that this bloodline inheritance was not all-powerful; many secrets were not preserved within it.
Thus, he had learned a valuable lesson.
"Dionysus's Advanced Teleportation!"
Harnessing chaotic magic, he could only rely on teleportation to escape. What else could he do?
Bang~
During the casting process, Duke White Frost felt the ground shake. The mad deity had already descended.
The malevolent aura, like a constant pricking at his back, erupted toward him. His third eye on his forehead darted around frantically, but he dared not be distracted.
As a chaotic spell, he needed to carefully weave and shape it. Even the slightest mistake would cause the entire spell to change.
As an advanced teleportation spell, even he, a legendary abyssal mage, could not cast it instantly.
"Interference, damn it, the faith derivative generated by the main control system can't match the other side." Cold sweat trickled down Duke White Frost's forehead.
The Mad God is also a deity.
Naturally, He carries a vast amount of divine power. If these two types of energy substances exist within a divine realm, they pose no significant threat. Even granting them to believers or subordinate supernaturals can enhance their strength. However, if they are exposed nakedly in the Material Plane, it would cause a massive pollution.
Moreover, the pollution from a deity can continuously spread.
"Child, you should not leave. Have a good sleep, and everything will pass."
The gradually clearer voice continuously echoed in Duke White Frost's mind. Fortunately, he was fast enough, and the chaotic magic did not fail him.
The Advanced Teleportation was smooth, directly transporting him to a plain thousands of miles away. He did not know where he was, but the murmuring in his mind gradually diminished, indicating that his connection to the Mad God was weakening.
However, he did not let his guard down. For ordinary people, thousands of miles might be a great distance, and for low-level or mid-level supernaturals, it was still significant. But for a deity, it was nothing.
The voice from the Mad God grew clearer.
He looked up and saw the chaotic radiance approaching. The faint murmurs announced that the Mad God was getting closer.
"He may have been born from the corpse of the God of Magic, but He is definitely not the God of Magic!" Duke White Frost stared sharply at the approaching entity. He did not dare to communicate with Sam, as the Mad God was currently focused on him alone.
The Mad God's target was the Triclops race, and it seemed to have only detected him.
"So, the Cradle Plan is to regress all our people into ignorant beings?"
After using teleportation four more times to escape, Duke White Frost's mind was still racing. He had already traveled over ten thousand miles, but this was not a safe distance.
"Chaos magic is overloaded, but the murmuring has disappeared. This means He cannot find me for now. It seems there are limitations to His tracking. What technology is He using to locate me?" Duke White Frost's expression was grave.
He needed to rest. Using Advanced Teleportation five times in a row was already extremely lucky. He did not want to risk a sixth time, as chaos magic was unpredictable. The first five teleports were normal, but if the sixth one resulted in a random teleportation or a magic explosion, it would be disastrous.
"The Duchy of White Frost is likely destroyed, and even the neighboring Duchy of Green Iron is gone. I can only lie low for a while." Duke White Frost shook his head, feeling helpless.
He had witnessed the Mad God descending into the territory of the Duchy of White Frost. Upon arrival, He immediately destroyed the entire duchy. The massive body crashing down left no survivors, and the divine power pollution during movement ensured no one could survive.
"But where am I?" Duke White Frost calmed down and began observing his surroundings. It seemed to be the territory of some noble.
He did not know which noble, but he realized that if he wanted to lie low, his status as a duke was inappropriate. He would have to disguise himself as a priest.
"I'll pretend to be a priest of the God of Holy Light. Sam transmitted a lot of knowledge about heretical priests to me. Although I cannot steal divine power without the protection of the Abyssal Web, using chaos magic to disguise myself should not be a problem."
After a simple disguise, he headed toward the noble's territory.
"The Lilac Fief? An interesting name. It looks like a count's territory, but it's unusual to have the castle on a mountain."
Gathering information was not a problem. He quickly collected all the necessary details and even inquired about which kingdom the Lilac Count belonged to, to better understand his location.
After completing these tasks, he went to meet the Lilac Count.
'Damn, did my investment pay off? I exhausted my resources to find a powerful ally to break the stalemate, and now one has arrived?' Chen Mo's eyes widened as he examined the newcomer, a Triclops mage disguised as a Holy Light priest, with an impressive level of 57. His anticipation soared.
He could only say it was a great deal.
(End of Chapter)
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