APTnovel Chapter 304 The debt of gratitude owed to the apostles can never be repaid!
Chapter 304 The debt of gratitude owed to the apostles can never be repaid!
Chapter 304 The debt of gratitude owed to the apostles can never be repaid!
"How...how could this have happened?"
The Death Curse Monarch stared with empty eyes, seemingly hesitant because he could not accept the news.
The Forgotten Realm is expanding outwards? Are you kidding me!
He had only recently finished his expedition, and the losses in his territory had not yet been made up. If he were to be summoned by the council, wouldn't that result in heavy losses?
Moreover, the immortal who was hostile to him was lurking in the shadows, ready to jump out and surprise him at any moment.
If he answers the call and goes on an expedition, wouldn't he be easily ambushed?
The thought of the crimson blood-red shadow he had seen in his dream sent shivers down his spine.
The shadow cast by the immortals loomed over him from beginning to end.
"Whispering Core...I need your help."
With things having come to this point, he had no choice but to turn to the Whispering Core, the demonic artifact, or rather, to the demonic god behind it.
Although he still couldn't see the purpose of the demon's "whisper," he had no other choice.
The crystal ball in his hand glowed slightly, and the vortex inside spun even faster.
Whispers, carrying countless fragments, flooded into the mind of the Death Curse Lord Styr, and in the darkness, he found a way out.
"You want me to go find a world?"
What does this mean?
Stiefelter couldn't understand it; he only knew that this might be his path to salvation, or it might be his final resting place.
The demon behind the Whispering Core is no benevolent god; his instructions are often tinged with unspeakable malice and danger.
"Not to mention, that world isn't exactly a pleasant place."
Even from the clips he saw, there were many outside forces that had gotten involved.
Various extraterrestrial entities using the alias "King of Hell," beings from a mysterious space claiming to be reincarnators, and indigenous people driven to a certain degree of madness...
He hesitated, wondering whether he should step into that cesspool and try to find a glimmer of hope.
"Do I even have a choice?"
Stieg smiled helplessly and made his decision resolutely.
Isn't it just a cesspool interfered with by various forces? He believed that with his own strength and the power of the Death Curse Domain, he could have a place even in that world.
This is a two-birds-with-one-stone idea. He can make that world his main target, which can also be considered as responding to the call for the expansion of the Forgotten Realm.
"Issue my order: in response to the Council's summons, the Death Curse Realm will embark on an expedition into the Void."
With a single command, the Death Curse Domain, which had only recently calmed down, began to operate without the slightest delay, like a roaring machine crushing all the chaotic noises within.
There will certainly be dissatisfaction and complaints, but as long as Styr is still around, the Death Curse Realm will not be in chaos.
"Oh, right," he remembered something he'd overlooked, "has that remnant force returned?"
Soon, the Mind Flayer in charge of the matter answered for him: "He has already returned, reportedly by borrowing the path of the Lost Realm."
"Lost Territory? Oh, it's that kid. I didn't expect him to still be alive. Perhaps I can recruit him and have him fight for me..."
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Stieg shook his head, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Unbeknownst to him, the immortals' power over time is reshaping his understanding.
Therefore, he naturally ignored the unreasonable aspects and turned to formulate a new expedition strategy.
Meanwhile, Mordy, who had just returned to the North, didn't even have time to catch his breath before throwing himself into the work that followed.
In this respect, he is similar to Stieh, the difference being that his Blood God Child reserves are inexhaustible, allowing him to relax to some extent while working.
"Scran has already made contact with the Candlelight Society? I didn't expect him to be so efficient."
Modi glanced at the report Fan Jin had given him, stood up, donned his red robe, transformed into the form of a dark dragon, and, responding to a call that seemed to come from nowhere, stepped into the teleportation array that had suddenly appeared beneath his feet.
The white light blurred his vision, and the world before him swayed.
A brand new dimension appeared before them, and in front of them were the members of the Paiguang Council who had been waiting for a long time.
"My lord, you've arrived."
Skran bowed respectfully, and those behind him who belonged to the Dark Light Council did the same.
Some time ago, they contacted the Candlelight Society and invoked the name of the Immortal of the Path of Light, also known as the Dragon Hunter Apostle "Dark Light Dragon," to attract members of the Candlelight Society.
Upon learning of this, the Candlelight Vigil's first reaction was disbelief.
How could there possibly be any living Light Path Immortals these days? Let alone the Dragon Hunter Apostles, who are most skilled in combat.
Those people went too far on the path of light and were most affected by the fall of the God of Light. They should have been buried with the God of Light long ago. How could they be alive now?
Although they harbored great doubts, out of consideration for their ally and out of a sliver of hope, they decided to send someone to make contact.
The one sent was naturally the immortal who had just withdrawn from the Void Front and hadn't had time to properly recuperate.
This being of light was quite helpless, yet found it difficult to refuse.
After all, although the Candlelight Ceremony is large, it actually doesn't have many high-level combat personnel, and he is the only one who can hold his own.
If he doesn't come, no one else has the right to come.
He originally only came to this extraterrestrial dimension with some subordinates with the intention of taking a look.
It wasn't until he saw the teleportation array light up and an aura belonging to an immortal being of light leak out from it that he straightened up and realized that things were getting serious.
"The Immortals of Light that the Dark Council spoke of seem to, should, possibly really exist..."
He stared blankly at the teleportation array, from which a tall and upright figure emerged. With just one glance, he was certain that this was a senior who had traveled extremely far on the path of light.
That aura was unmistakable; this person was undoubtedly an immortal being of light.
After Skran led the council members in bowing, the young man looked over, his gaze fixed on him, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"You're the leader of this candlelight vigil, aren't you?"
"Yes, Your Majesty the Immortal, my name is Light the Radiant, you may simply call me Light," said the immortal being of light.
"Alright, Wright, you've seen me now, do you still have any doubts about my identity?"
Modi felt that he had always been tolerant, unlike other high-ranking people who were difficult to talk to, provided that no one did anything nonsensical in front of him.
The radiant member of the Candlelight Society in front of him had not done anything wrong, so he was not being targeted by him.
"No, I believe you are indeed a great immortal being of light, but..."
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Wright looked up, hesitatingly asking, "However, I have a small question: are you truly a Dragon Hunter Apostle?"
Even in the era before the fall of the God of Light, the Dragon Hunter Apostle was an extremely rare and special apostle.
He had heard that with the demise of the ancient dragons, this apostle, born to hunt ancient dragons, gradually faded into obscurity, and most of them were converted into other apostles under the will of the God of Light.
If it's true, it would be quite a miracle to have survived until now.
What? It might have just been a recent general increase? Impossible, absolutely impossible.
Where can you hunt ancient dragons these days? Even if you could, could a mere immortal be a match for them? Don't be ridiculous.
Under Wright's expectant gaze, Mordy nodded slowly.
"As you say, I am indeed a Dragon Slayer Apostle."
He knew Wright wouldn't easily believe him, so he decided to reveal his secrets to them to give them some confidence.
Before Wright could even voice his request, he transformed in an instant, turning from human form into a giant dragon.
The dragon spread its two wings, one large and one small, its massive body outlining elegant curves. Its body was covered in dragon scales that emitted a dim light, and its head was lowered, lazily looking down at the ants on the ground.
"Radiant One, you should be able to sense it, shouldn't you? This aura belongs to the Dragon Hunter Apostle."
Ignoring the praise from the Darklight Council and the astonishment from the Candlelight Society around him, Wright, this well-traveled and immortal, simply nodded numbly.
He couldn't understand whether he had gone mad or the world had truly changed.
When did even dragons become dragon hunters?
Putting aside the difference between giant dragons and ancient dragons, would a giant dragon really attack an ancient dragon? Would a giant dragon really set aside its prejudices and walk the path of light?
In the past, Wright would hardly have believed it, but today he saw it with his own eyes, leaving him no choice but to believe it.
"I believe it, I believe it all. I am deeply sorry for my previous doubts."
Taking a deep breath, Wright offered a sincere apology.
He knew that the merger of the Darklight Council and the Candlelight Society was an inevitable trend, and no one could or would stop it.
After the fall of the God of Light, a living Immortal of Light became almost equivalent to their faith itself.
Even the most die-hard believer would not oppose it.
"Your Excellency, what can we do for you?"
Lightbringer has already assumed his role. At this moment, he is no longer the high-ranking leader of the Candlelight Order, but a loyal subordinate of the great Dragon Hunter Apostle.
As a seasoned veteran, he knew the importance of first impressions. If he could complete the first task assigned by the apostle well, it would surely earn him a lot of points.
Thinking this, he inexplicably felt a surge of energy and rediscovered his long-lost enthusiasm for working.
"Your Excellency, please give us your instructions. Whether it is to launch a holy war to overthrow the countries of the Central Plains, or to secretly spread the revelation and convert the kings and ministers of the countries, we can do it."
While some of the claims may be exaggerated, the Candlelight Vigil could still overthrow several regimes.
Seeing Wright's determined gaze, Mordy lowered his eyelids, revealing a hint of speechlessness.
Judging by his behavior, anyone who didn't know better would think that the Candlelight Cult was an organization similar to the White Lotus Sect.
However, Modi couldn't laugh at the other party, because he really intended to do so and bring the Central Plains into the territory of the Blood God Cult.
Of course, it was not a good idea to discuss this with the Candlelight Society, as he did not want to reveal the connection between his two identities for the time being.
"Hey, there's no need to be so extreme. We are under the divine guidance of God and have a vast number of believers. We can't do anything that would lose our support base."
According to Modi's plan, the remnants of the God of Light, represented by the Candlelight Society, should stand on the side of the good guys, while the Blood God Cult can play the role of the bad guys.
As for who the good guys are, they are of course the positive forces composed of various countries, represented by churches such as the Church of Life.
Even if the Blood God Cult rules the northern border, anyone standing opposite them would be labeled an "enemy of the continent" in no time.
"Then what should we do?" Wright asked, puzzled.
If you don't do high-risk, high-reward work, are you just going to honestly do missionary work?
Modi folded his dragon wings, bent his four legs and lay on the ground, slowly shaking his head. "Next, the Candlelight will withdraw from the Central Plains and migrate south."
"What does this mean?"
"I have received a message that Middle-earth is about to face a catastrophe. I urge you to preserve your strength as much as possible during this catastrophe."
With his half-closed dragon eyes fixed on Wright's eyes, Modi said in a deep voice, "The scorched earth of the south will be the safest place."
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After a moment of silence, Wright nodded under his gaze.
"I understand, everything is as you wish."
"Go for it."
Modi was fairly satisfied with the result.
Of all the possibilities he envisioned, the worst outcome was that Wright would refuse and attempt to unite nations to resist the "Cataclysm."
Of these possibilities, the moment Wright made his decision, he eliminated him and replaced him with someone else to lead the Candlelight Society.
However, the new replacement isn't as good as Wright, so it's best not to replace him if possible.
The meeting came to an end, and the members of the Candlelight Vigil left to prepare for their relocation.
Those who remained were only members of the Darklight Council.
They gazed upon the enormous, beautiful body of the Darklight Dragon with expressions of reverence.
"Beautiful, powerful, and immortal—this is the Dark Light Dragon!"
"My God, how can there be such a perfect creature as the Dark Light Dragon?"
"I can't take it anymore. If this continues, my penis will be twisted into a dragon-like sex."
Skran snapped out of his daze, realizing the disgraceful state of the people around him, and quickly ordered, "Everyone, stay calm and mind your appearance! I know it's difficult, but you have to do it!"
Modi almost laughed out of anger, making a speechless expression that looked just like a sweaty soybean.
This was the first time he had ever witnessed such an ugly scene. To this, he could only say: "The rain won't keep falling, but your head will."
"You really have to thank me. You can't find many superiors as easy to talk to as me anywhere in the world."
The members of the council turned solemn and stared at him, their resolute eyes conveying the same message: gratitude!
Now the debt of gratitude owed to the apostles is truly insurmountable.
"Alright, go ahead and do your work. We'll need your help in liaising with the Candlelight Society and merging the two factions."
Modi waved his paw, sending Skran and the others away, leaving himself alone in this empty and desolate dimension.
The sounds of unbearable strain rose from all directions, and the cracked walls of space creaked and groaned.
This lifeless dimension was on the verge of collapse. If it weren't for Modi's deliberate efforts to support it, it would probably have collapsed when the Dark Light Dragon appeared.
"Since I'm just killing time anyway, I might as well pick up some snacks to take home."
Modi has always been frugal; he would pick up any unwanted dimensional fragments he found on the road and take them home.
He naturally had no reason to let go of this dimension that had been chosen for the meeting.
Two pairs of dragon wings unfolded, and the shadow of the Dark Light Dragon covered the entire dimension. With a piercing sound, the dimension was thus dismembered.
The collapse of dimensions is something that happens occasionally in the void and generally does not attract the attention of others.
However, not far away in this dimension, there exists a plane that has been anchored, where several people are busy... "Hmm? Why are the sensor readings so strange today?"
"What happened again? Don't tell me this big guy broke down again; we need it for team battles!"
"It's not broken, it just detected some kind of high-energy reaction, which is strange, and seems to be coming from another dimension."
"Get it fixed quickly, I don't want to go into battle in a metal shell that can't detect enemies."
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