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"Well, since that's the case..."
He crouched down, placed his hand on the Moth Prophet's crystal, and quietly examined her aged face for a moment.
If we calculate by time, it has been more than a hundred years since the Supreme Radiance was pressed back into the earth by the goddess. Before the death of the former matriarch of the Night Elf tribe, the Moth tribe had probably already discovered the problem with the scattered power of light. What were they thinking at that time?
Latis pondered for a moment and concluded that it was highly likely that after Supreme Radiance returned to the underground, it had not met with the Moth Tribe again until... when the power of the Holy Flame was taken away.
Since then, the moth prophet has probably survived to this day in this parasitic form of light, withered and decaying.
Logically speaking, given that the Moth Prophet in the dream was so lucid and could use the Dream Nail, she could have completely controlled her state, at least ending her life as a walking corpse after being parasitized by the light. However, she continued to wait in the void of the dream until the arrival of Latis and the others.
What are her feelings in those recurring dreams?
All of this remains unknown.
Latis took a deep breath and focused his consciousness on the divine ring on his finger, sensing the two divine spells solidified within it.
One of them is a purification spell, a simple and straightforward way to defeat enemies. It's a rather ancient and common purification spell, so the name isn't that important. Therefore, Latis plans to call it "Little Boy".
The other was the Sacrifice Divine Art. At this moment, the power of the Sacrifice Divine Art was slowly swelling like a heartbeat, as if it was anticipating something. The gentle light power was a bit like a newborn child, pure and full of life, which made Latis feel a little happy.
He shook his head, dispelling the illusion in his mind that he was preparing to breastfeed and raise a child, and looked at the crystallized form of the Moth Prophet, giving a knightly salute.
He then activated the Sacrifice Divine Art.
boom!
The divine ring suddenly emitted an extremely intense light, and Latis subconsciously squinted. He felt the crystal in his hand begin to disappear rapidly, while the sacrificial divine spell in his consciousness was constantly rising. Finally, he vaguely saw a white, boundless space.
"Is this... a dream?"
He tried to open his eyes wide, but his vision became increasingly blurry. Before his consciousness faded, he could only see a constantly wandering ray of light, slowly gathering light that was flowing in from all directions.
Seemingly noticing Latis's gaze, the ball of light actively circled Latis's consciousness until Latis fell out of the scene, at which point the feeling of being surrounded dissipated.
"call!"
Latis opened his eyes, glanced back at his teammates who were still bowing, and realized that the illusion of the scene he had just witnessed had only lasted for a moment.
What exactly is that? Could it be the divine kingdom of the God of Light?
But there was nothing but a ball of light... Could that ball of light be the God of Light?
He slowly withdrew his slightly burning hand, and suddenly realized that something seemed to have appeared in his hand.
Latis looked down and was surprised to find that it was his Dream Nail, which had been summoned on its own without him noticing.
Could it be that... the reward for the sacrifice is attached to the Dream Nail?
He held up the Dream Nail and examined it for a moment, discovering that the once somewhat illusory Dream Nail had become much more solid, and it faintly exuded a familiar aura.
Latis stroked his chin and glanced at the simulation panel.
【Dream Nail "Guide to the Divine Realm" (Already Synthesized): Can cut through the veil of dreams and reality, allowing entry into the divine realm hidden deep within dreams. Dream Nails can collect the essence of remaining wishes and dreams.】
[Additional Effect - Guiding Path: Swinging the Dream Nail in the air allows you to locate the nearest trace of the divine realm.]
[Additional Effect - Divine Kingdom: An unknown nascent divine kingdom dwells within it. When damage is dealt to enemies, the power of the divine kingdom is applied. It can also resist divine kingdom power received from enemies.]
[Additional Effect - Unknown (Not Activated): Continue collecting the power of the divine realm to activate this effect.]
[Additional Effect - Unknown (Not Activated): Continue collecting offerings filled with faith to activate this effect.]
Compared to before, the Dream Nail suddenly has four additional effects, and judging from the descriptions, they all seem to be related to the empty dream vision seen after the sacrifice.
Latis couldn't help but gasp slightly and stroke the stubble on his chin.
He had a feeling that the plan to cultivate the God of Light had truly taken its first step...
However, upon reflection, this first step is probably not something that can be easily achieved. Without a divine artifact like the Dream Nail that can access dreams and the divine realm, even multiple sacrifices might not be enough to elevate one's consciousness to that level, let alone establish a connection with it...
But he hadn't expected that the God of Light's kingdom would reside on the Dream Nail. Could it be that the God of Light would become his sword spirit in the future?
I finally found a decent weapon, but now I'm too embarrassed to use it in a fight...
Of course, it should still be used for fighting. Judging from the description, the Dream Nail seems to be able to help him resist the power of the divine kingdom. Furthermore, as things continue, the power between Radiance and him will ebb and flow. So, it seems that even if he really has to face Radiance in the end, he is not without a chance of winning.
Latis pondered for a moment, then flipped his palm over, took a deep breath, focused his consciousness on the Dream Nail, and swung it towards the open space in front of him.
A bright light flashed by, instantly coalescing into a luminous arrow pointing in a direction, followed by a familiar voice echoing in everyone's minds:
"Moss Tribe!"
"Ah, it's the little prophet's voice!"
Snyder looked around in surprise and asked, bewildered:
"Did...did I hear that right?"
“You heard right, it really is the little prophet’s voice.”
Latis touched the Dream Nail in his hand and suddenly recalled the description of "continue to collect offerings filled with faith" among the extra effects he had just received. A guess immediately formed in his mind.
"Could it be that from this moment on, the God of Light can finally shape itself...? What has it learned from the Moth Prophet...?"
In any case, everything in the Moth Tribe seems to have settled down. The things left behind by the Moth Prophet will become their driving force. Even if they have to slowly kill off the parasites they encounter along the way with Dream Nails, they still have to cleanse the chaotic will of light from the underground.
Latis looked up and sensed for a moment the tranquil underground where the will of light no longer howled past, and smiled.
Then, he looked at Snyder, who had been staring at him, and his teammates who were all ready to go, and said:
"Let's go, let's set off again! First, let's see if the stag beetle knows the location of the moss tribe!"
The group bowed one last time to the spot where the Moth Prophet had stood, then left the cave and jumped down into the plaza together.
Looking at the empty square in the dark shadows, with only a few withered moths scattered around, Jennifer couldn't help but whisper:
"...It suddenly feels like a lifetime ago."
“Yes.” Latis nodded in agreement, walked closer to the radiant statue at the base of the sacred flame, glanced up, and smiled at Jennifer:
"Look at the ceremonial ornaments on its wings; we put them on ourselves!"
"You idiot, we were just playing the roles of the young boys and girls in a dream, we didn't actually go back to that time."
Jennifer shook her head helplessly, walked over to Latis, put her hand on his shoulder, raised a ball of light to examine the Radiant Statue, then suddenly chuckled and said:
"But thinking about it this way, it does feel quite participatory... It's just a pity that it didn't continue after the celebration ended..."
"Stop, stop, stop." Latis couldn't help but flick Jennifer's forehead and complained, "You're that eager to see how powerful I am?"
"Hmph, it's still uncertain who will win and who will lose..."
Snyder stood beside the two, blinked, looked at Latis's confident and optimistic smile, and then at the faint smile remaining on the blurred face of the Radiant Statue.
She subconsciously adjusted her mask and stared at Latis again.
Whether it's the radiance in a dream or the radiance in reality, it seems that such a smiling face has been carved into the stone statue.
Is being a hero... a very joyful thing?
No wonder the master always has a smile on his face...
Suddenly, Leafa came running from afar, carrying several broken snail shells. She threw them on the ground, both annoyed and amused, and muttered to herself, hands on her hips:
"These nasty things still exist! I'm so angry... I'm going to offer them all as a sacrifice to the dead moths!"
"Wee?" The Void Ray curiously lifted a snail shell, stuffed its body inside, and flew around, shouting:
“wee! wee!”
“…Holy crap, flying shell!” Latis turned around and looked at the scene, his mind instantly reeling.
"Quack! Don't show me this!" Leafa suddenly had a PTSD attack and painfully covered her eyes in front of the void rays that were deliberately circling around her.
Just then, the two Black Knights, who had gone inside the torch to observe the situation, finally emerged, their faces covered in soot. They were stunned by the sight and couldn't help but ask:
"What...are you doing?"
……
Holnet spent a few minutes explaining the current state of the Olympic flame, during which Radist's eyes widened in astonishment.
It turns out that although the sacred flame had long been extinguished, the combustibles inside had not disappeared. According to their preliminary estimate, if the sacred flame were relit, it might burn for several more decades.
Of course, most importantly, they actually found a bunch of moth eggs in the ashes of the sacred fire! It seems that the moth race was trying to use the ashes of the sacred fire to resist the will of light from parasitizing the eggs.
In short... although it was incredible, they did find that the eggs were still somewhat active, so they quickly took them out.
Latis crouched down in shock, examining for a moment the eggs they had piled up in front of the Radiant Statue. Then, unexpectedly yet not unexpectedly, she sensed a trace of the power of dreams within them.
It was probably the power of the Moth Prophet and the Dream Nail that temporarily protected these eggs.
Latis instantly understood another reason why the Moth Prophet had been trying so hard to survive. He couldn't help but sigh slightly, and as he watched his teammates trying to ignite the sacred fire, he pulled out the Dream Nail and released the "seal" of the dream power on the moth eggs.
After a while of busy work, everyone looked at the radiant statue illuminated by the newly lit sacred fire, the eggs in front of the statue, and the miscellaneous daily necessities they had gathered. They all closed their eyes and offered their blessings to these new lives that would not be born for who knows how long.
Then, he turned and left, heading towards the tunnel of the stag beetle station.
Goodbye, all the moths that have perished.
No… Latis paused, turned back to look once more at the pile of moth eggs slowly reviving in the flickering firelight, and a smile appeared on his face.
Until we meet again, all the moths about to be born.
Chapter 421 The Mantis Shrimp of the Moss Tribe
"Wow, is this the Moss Tribe?"
Latis stepped out of the tunnel, glanced at the bell entangled in plants on the narrow platform, and looked around in surprise.
The rock face overhead was covered with branches that stretched in from the outside, and the branches were covered with long thorns, which looked quite frightening.
Not far away, at the end of the platform, there was a patch of soil covered with vegetation. The grass was lush and green, and what was most surprising was that sunlight was shining on the grass at the end of the platform, making it feel like you had returned to the surface world.
He turned to look at his teammates who were approaching him and pondered for a moment.
After leaving the Moth Tribe, they followed the tunnel back to find the Antler Worm, intending to go to the Moss Tribe indicated by the Dream Nail. After boarding the Antler Worm vehicle, they arrived at the new station in a short time.
This was his second time riding the stag beetle, and he was a bit more experienced, unlike the first time when he was covered in dust. However, his attempt to use magic to stop everyone was interrupted by the stag beetle, apparently because the tunnel was easily affected by magic and could collapse.
In short, the journey was relatively smooth. Latis felt that they were no longer going downhill, but going uphill. He almost thought they were going to take a car directly out to the surface and go from the subway to the ground.
Thinking about this, Latis also began to speculate about the source of the sunlight outside the platform.
"It looks so bright here."