vstars Chapter 610 God of Light and Hope
Chapter 610 God of Light and Hope
As soon as he had this thought, he saw the value of "Divine Grace" on the system panel jump directly from 0 to 0.01, and then, as if gently pushed by an invisible hand, began to increase at a slow speed visible to the naked eye.
"Oh yeah, let's see if there are any changes to other functions."
As he said this, he casually clicked on the map option, but when the screen unfolded, John's eyes suddenly lit up.
If the maps of the past were a strategic coloring game with a few soldier models, then the maps of today are simply a remake of a high-definition satellite bird's-eye view.
The undulating mountain ranges are clearly visible, the river tributaries meander and crisscross like capillaries, and the density of the forest can even be distinguished by the depth of color to distinguish between coniferous forests and broad-leaved forests.
"Hey, wait a minute."
His finger was suspended in the air when he suddenly realized that something even more outrageous had happened. The map actually supported zooming!
As long as he moved his mind, the map could be fixed in one position and kept zooming in. When he continued to zoom in to the extreme, he could even see smoke rising from the chimney of a red-roofed wooden house in Helmingen, and even the pottery jars on the windowsill were vaguely visible.
John quickly zoomed out again, zooming out from the details of the town to the entire Central Bank Province.
The course of mountains and rivers, the distribution of fortresses and villages, and even the looming movements of enemy troops on the border are all presented before your eyes with astonishing precision. However, as with the previous maps, the territory that is not under your control is still shrouded in the fog of war.
Then he opened the technology tree interface. The original technology branches still existed, but there was a new branch on the far right: magic technology.
As soon as John's finger touched "Magic Technology", a branch appeared on the Magic Technology panel:
Saint John of Light and Hope
(At this point, the dark old order finally sees a ray of light. A magic unit of the same faith is born in the territory. Consumes Divine Grace: 10)
"what is this?"
John stared at the introduction three times, the corners of his mouth twitching uncontrollably.
"The territory can recruit magicians? Wait... 'Saint John'? Isn't that me? I believe in myself?"
The magic technology tree slowly unfolds like a towering ancient tree, with five clear elemental branches branching out from the bottom.
"Wind, water, fire, and earth...are these exactly the same elements as those corresponding to the four kings of the Netherworld?"
John's eyebrows were twisted into knots, and his memories began to surge. He vaguely remembered that in the original plot line, the King of the Four Directions was the boss of the four elemental elves of the east, west, south and north. He was a good god among natural gods. The so-called goodness meant that he tended to protect human civilization. The four archangels believed in by the early Dharma King's Hall Cult were the so-called King of the Four Directions.
Above the four branches of Feng Shui, Fire, and Earth, there was an independent technology node suspended, its light much brighter than the other branches:
("Destiny cannot be predicted by oracles, and light will surely break through the veil of darkness - the future of mankind will ultimately be illuminated by the light of hope ignited by itself." Unlocking the Light Magic technology in the territory consumes 1000 Divine Graces)
After studying the magic branch, John turned his attention to other areas of technology. He quickly scrolled through the pages, like an explorer searching for treasure, and soon found the lingering keywords a little further back:
Leonardo's Steam Tank
(In combination with steam car technology, in addition to increasing the speed, various weapon platforms can also be carried on the steam car)
In addition to this thing, John also saw a variety of black powder weapons unique to medieval Warhammer.
"I won't talk about the dwarven airship, but what about this steam-powered combat suit technology?"
John looked at this technology, especially the description below which specifically wrote:
(Hmm... steamed starter?)
John continued his research until dawn the next day. When John opened the door and returned to his office, he saw a large group of anxious officials gathered at the office door.
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In a certain area deep in the underworld, space is as chaotic and disordered as building blocks roughly put together by a child.
Broken black stone pillars were inserted obliquely into the void, half-melted spires drooped like melted candles, and some incomplete buildings seemed to be suspended by invisible threads, floating directly in the surging dark purple mist.
There is no up or down here, and gravity seems to be manipulated by some force, sometimes dragging the fragments into the depths of nothingness, and sometimes letting them float in the air and slowly rotate.
At this moment, a figure wrapped in a black robe slowly emerged from a spiral corridor inside a black building.
The robe was long and loose, and the most striking thing was that above its skull-like face could be seen a disproportionately large brain.
"Boyd, what happened?"
A cold female voice came from the end of the corridor, and a woman floated over, with a pair of black wings spread out behind her, and each feather seemed to be dyed with the thickest ink of the night.
Her long blue hair floated behind her, unrestrained by gravity, swaying gently like seaweed as she moved.
"Hehehe...I saw Slan."
A round figure suddenly "rolled" out from the void next to it, and an egg-shaped monster came in front of Slan. The most peculiar thing was that it was wearing a pair of huge black sunglasses, and two red dots behind the lenses were flickering.
The sound was like countless tiny gears rubbing against rusty bearings, with an unpleasant sticky feeling.
"A huge beam of light descended from the living world, smashing directly through the netherworld and into the ground."
Silan floated to the side of the egg-shaped monster and nodded slightly:
"Ubik, long time no see."
"How long? It's been almost 200 years!"
Ubik took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of bloodshot red eyes.
"The last time we met was when you became the God's Hand... Tsk tsk, time flies! A new God's Hand will soon be born!"
There was a hint of anticipation in its tone, mixed with excitement that was difficult to conceal.
At this moment, a fat figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the corridor.
Its body seemed to be squeezed out of countless bloated fats, with a huge turtle shell on its back, and five tentacles extending from the left and right sides of the shell.
"Ah... what on earth did those mortals do? First they dealt with the plague I caused, and now they've created something like this... It seems like something extraordinary has appeared among humans."
Conrad's voice was low and rough, like distant thunder echoing in the valley.
"You're right, Conrad."
Boyd's voice rang out again, and although his lipless mouth never opened, the voice seemed to seep directly from the space under the black robe, carrying a cold feeling from the abyss.
"This pillar of light came from the human world, and it even caused a considerable tremor within the abyss. I sensed that even the Lord of the Abyss was trembling slightly under the influence of that pillar of light."
"Oh? That's interesting."
Ubik put his sunglasses back on, and the red dots flashed faster.
"I just tried to get closer to that pillar of light, but as soon as I got close I felt a burning sensation. Thousands of years have passed, and it's been a long time since I've felt what death feels like."
Its tone held a mixture of fear and morbid excitement.
"Logically speaking, shouldn't Netherworld energy generally be incapable of harming us?"
Slan floated in front of Boyd, the black-robed figure reflected in his blue eyes.
"What's going on?"
Boyd was silent for a moment:
"I'm not sure... but the source of this light column is completely different from the main energy source of the Netherworld today. It's more like... the magic of the Four Kings and other nature gods, but it's purer and more powerful than their power."
"Is the energy source different from that of the Netherworld?"
Conrad's tentacles suddenly straightened.
"In other words, a new god, even one similar to the God of the Abyss, is about to be born?"
"Well...and they are hostile to each other."
Slan added, her long blue hair moving automatically without wind.
Ubik stroked his chin and spoke more rapidly:
"Yes, so we have two tasks at the moment. One is to follow the law of cause and effect of the Lord of the Abyss and ensure the birth of new blood brothers and sisters on time. The second is to launch all offensives and make sure to kill the new god in the cradle! We must not let it grow up, otherwise..."
Its voice stopped abruptly, but all the Hands of God could feel the fear in the unfinished words.
"Yes."
Boyd's voice rang out again.
"The appearance of the pillar of light has disrupted the balance of the Netherworld. That mortal, or rather, the being born from that group of mortals, is creating a new order. This order contradicts the laws of our abyss."
"So, we must act. Ubik, you go gather the believers in the mortal world and have them create chaos in the real world. Conrad, you use the power of the plague to weaken those mortals who might help the new god be born. Slan, you go monitor the movement of the light column. If you discover the projection of the new god's mind, report to me immediately."
"Hehehe, no problem!"
Ubik screamed excitedly, the red dot behind his black sunglasses flashing non-stop.
"I can't wait to see what kind of 'gods' those mortals can create!"
"Hmph, I will make those foolish mortals pay the price."
Conrad's tentacles slowly squirmed, mucus dripping onto the ground, emitting a pungent smell.
"The plague will wreak havoc once again, letting them know the heavy price of challenging the Netherworld."
"I will also closely monitor the movements of the light column."
Slan's wings spread gently, and his long blue hair fluttered in the dark purple mist.
"If there is any abnormality, I will inform you immediately."
"Remember, we have only one goal—to smother the New God and maintain the dark order of the underworld. Anyone who stands in our way will be swallowed by darkness."