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But gradually, the elves were horrified to find that not only were the number of magicians and knights on the human side growing rapidly, but their upper limit of strength was also increasing at an alarming rate.
A hundred years later, human professionals will even be able to compete head-on with elven professionals.
Coupled with the consumption of materials from years of war, the elves' logistics gradually became tight. As a result, the elves were finally defeated and only one in ten of them survived. The surviving elves retreated to their hometown, the "Fairy Forest", and sat in front of the Mother Tree of Life, desperately waiting for the arrival of destruction.
Of course, humans would not leave any hidden dangers, and the entire army was dispatched to the outskirts of the Forest of Elves, ready to flatten the elves' homeland.
Then, God came.
Novak suddenly stopped talking at this point, and the adjutant who was listening intently couldn't help but ask anxiously: "And then?"
Novak said, “Regarding the ancient melee, the history books only record this much.
No one knows what happened afterwards, and the next hundred years are a blank period in history.
All humans know is that from that day on, all artifacts of faith became ineffective, as if they had become decorations, with no response no matter how they were called upon.
Humans have made many attempts, all of which ended in failure.
After that, the church was established. They listened to the oracle and announced to mankind that the gods had taken back the artifact of faith that they had bestowed upon them. "
The adjutant pondered: "And then humans gave up?"
"Heh." Novak sneered, "As a human being, do you think humans are willing to give up such a useful thing?"
"Should, maybe... uh, impossible."
Novak spread his hands and said, “You know what happened next.
At that time, humans were so arrogant that they did not take gods seriously, thinking that the so-called gods were nothing special, so they gathered their strength and tried to kill gods and take back the right to use the artifacts of faith. "
"Recapture?" The adjutant caught this word sharply and his expression became very strange.
“That’s exactly what was written in the notice at the time.”
The adjutant understood and scratched his head: "Marshal, you know, I don't really like reading books, especially boring history books.
However, based on the current situation on the mainland, humans will definitely suffer a crushing defeat.
Later, the gods took back the magic, but they showed mercy and left a glimmer of hope for humans, and that’s how the maze came about.”
"That's pretty much it."
"Eh..." The adjutant suddenly thought of something and asked in confusion, "Since the gods are not happy with how humans treat the elves, they should help the elves restore their country, right?
Why is it that the elves today are still so few in number, and they stay in the Elf Forest and rarely go out?
You see, the Dwarves are reproducing again."
“No one knows why.”
The adjutant remained silent, as if he was chewing over this history in his mind over and over again. After a long while, he said with a sigh: "Human greed is even deeper than the deepest seabed."
Just as he finished speaking, a soldier outside the door walked in quickly: "Marshal, the altar has been completed."
"Well, I'll be right over."
The soldier saluted and turned to leave the hall.
Novak stood up and led his adjutant out of the palace gate, out of the palace, and walked along the straight street with few pedestrians to the outside of the city.
While saying: "Don't be prejudiced against greed, it is the biggest motivation for humans to occupy the top of the Sol Continent."
The adjutant seemed to understand, but followed Novak closely.
The church ban had been lifted long ago, but Novak did not move. He just walked slowly, looking at the shops on both sides from time to time.
No matter how slow your pace is, as long as you keep going, you will eventually reach your destination.
The two walked for several hours and finally arrived at the altar outside the city.
Novak took a few steps back, and his expanded field of vision took in the entire altar.
The altar is not very big, probably smaller than the church in the small town, but it does not affect its solemnity at all.
A circular platform made of stones, with nine columns scattered around the edge and the ground carved with strange and intricate lines.
In the middle stands a square stone pillar, about half a person's height.
Novak waved his hand to signal his adjutant to stay where he was, and he went up the stone stairs and arrived in front of the square column.
He reached his right hand into the wide sleeves of the wizard's robe and took out a miniature stone sculpture of a human figure. He stared at the sculpture for a moment, then slowly placed it on top of the square pillar.
He loudly ordered the soldiers below the stage: "Activate the magic circle!"
The soldiers worked in groups of two, lifted the wooden boxes beside them, and crawled under the platform through the arched door, repeating this process until all the boxes were empty.
The patterns on the ground emit light.
Novak recalled the method of activating the magic circle in his mind, while mobilizing magic power to connect to the core of the magic circle.
The light on the patterns gathered in the air and then flowed to the center of the eyebrows of the human-shaped stone sculpture.
More and more magic power was injected, and after reaching a certain level, the stone sculpture's tightly closed eyes gradually opened.
Seeing this scene, Novak was excited and urged the magic circle to work at full power.
But just as the stone sculpture's eyes were about to open completely, the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds and the world fell into darkness.
"What's going on?!" The adjutant looked up in panic, and so did the soldiers.
Lightning flashed across the dark clouds, and the brief light reflected on Novak's hideous face.
"Almost there - hold on a little longer..."
"boom--"
The roar of thunder seemed to indicate the wrath of the gods, and the lightning transformed into a spear used by the gods to punish the disobedient, piercing straight towards the platform.
At the moment of the explosion, the earth shook and the sky collapsed, as if the end of the world had come.
The adjutant and the soldiers' vision was filled with white, the sound of gravel whizzed past their ears, and they staggered as they searched for something to gain leverage on.
This is obviously futile.
People fell one after another. The unlucky soldiers were pierced through the body by the broken stones, or their heads exploded, and blood mixed with sticky brain tissue splattered everywhere, hitting the backs of the hands and faces of the surviving soldiers.
It is unknown how long the catastrophe lasted.
The adjutant felt the ground gradually become stable, and the white light that penetrated his eyelids dimmed.
He breathed heavily and opened his eyes tentatively.
The altar had become a ruin, with broken stones covering the ground.
He rushed to dig up the rubble in panic: "Marshal! Marshal! Where are you!"
"This..." Not far in front of him, a charred hand emerged from the rocks.
The adjutant almost crawled over and dug out Novak who was buried under the rubble.
Novak fell into his arms and breathed heavily, not caring about his injuries at all, muttering to himself: "So that's how it is... So that's how it is...
Humans... Gods... Hahaha..."
The shrill laughter sounded as if it came from the abyss, and the adjutant who was standing nearby was horrified.
After a while, Novak finally stopped laughing and urged his adjutant: "Go and get the artifact of faith."
The adjutant laid Novak flat and led the soldiers to search everywhere. However, after digging deep into the ground, they were shocked to find that the artifact was missing.
"Marshal, if we can't find it, could it be shattered by lightning?"
Novak, who was lying flat on his back, suddenly sat up with his eyes wide open: "How is this possible!
Keep looking! "
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Zhang Mu stood not far away, looking at the soldiers who were scrambling around in the rubble like ants, and glanced at the human-shaped stone sculpture in his hand.
"An artifact of faith?"
Looking at the open eyes of the stone sculpture, it seemed as if someone was watching me from behind the pupils.
"Interesting." Zhang Mu smiled, "Hey, can you see me?"
The stone sculpture was motionless.
"Boring." Curling his lips, he walked to the stone on the right and sat down.
It sounds like it's very cool when he talks about it. How do you use this thing?
Can I still use it if I bring it back to Blue Star?
You’ll know if you try it.
Zhang Mu did it right away. He summoned a portal and stepped in.
Walking out of the door, he lifted up the stone sculpture and looked at it.
The eyes that originally had gods have now turned back into stone.
"This god is not very good." Zhang Mu understood and turned around to walk into the portal that had not yet closed and returned to the altar.
Novak must know how to activate the artifact of faith. He plans to lurk around him for a few days, perhaps to gain something unexpected.
While walking towards Novak, Zhang Mu thought about contacting his senior schoolmate later.
As the Ice and Snow Empire was once the first empire of Thor, it is impossible that it does not have artifacts of faith in its treasury, and it must also know how to use them.
But Zhang Mu was not sure whether the switches of all faith artifacts were universal. To be on the safe side, it would be safer to monitor Novak for a while.
Chapter 367 What is faith? The path to becoming a god.
Naqi Palace.
main hall.
Novak sat on the steps under the throne, wrapped in white bandages with only his eyes and mouth exposed. From a distance he looked like a mummy.
The adjutant hurriedly stepped into the gate, and was stunned when he saw the mummy in front of him. He suppressed the urge to complain and said, "Marshal, we have cleared all the rubble, but we still can't find any trace of the artifact of faith."
He was a little upset because of Novak's bandages.
The adjutant had previously searched for the artifact of faith but to no avail, and was worried about his marshal's injuries, so he first asked the church clergy to help with the treatment.