noveltune Chapter 313 Sacred Domain Forged and Activated
Chapter 313 Sacred Domain Forged and Activated
Chapter 313 Sacred Domain Forged and Activated
The two sides remained silent for a moment, and then attacked almost simultaneously.
A chill swept over him, freezing the entire waterway, and the water jets that followed, carrying sand particles, slashed towards the young man.
Brother Arwin was determined to win this attack.
Since his debut, no one has been able to dodge a high-pressure water jet attack head-on while being slowed down by the cold air.
If it hits, the garnet sand particles mixed in, combined with the ultra-high pressure water flow and the tidal force that accelerates the adhesion, are enough to kill a person in one blow.
With a single slash, both body and soul are annihilated, leaving no chance of survival.
But... "Look behind you again."
The one who spoke was the older-looking man, who had a cunning smile on his face and seemed completely unconcerned about the approaching water blade.
Brother Arwin ignored his words and continued to draw his sword, unaffected by the enemy's chatter.
This strike was a gamble with everything he had, imbued with his unwavering determination to kill, leaving him no room for change of tactics or retreat.
Ultimately, they were too young and didn't understand the importance of having reserves to deal with changing circumstances.
As the alchemist spoke, the water blade that was about to pierce his face and skull suddenly stopped, and Arwen's movements also came to a halt.
Behind the monk, countless mercury conduits shimmered with light.
Many silver chains appeared in the air at some unknown time. They bound the cultivator's body, cut off his energy output, and caused the water blade mixed with tidal power to dissipate.
"Who gave you the courage to fight an alchemist on his own turf?"
With a cold laugh, the alchemist stomped his foot, and a trail of mercury stretched out from the sole of his boot toward the cultivator.
During this period, with the support of a tributary of the River Styx, he transformed almost the entire sewer system into his own stronghold.
The waterways transformed into water veins, embodying the concept of the River Styx through their filthy appearance. Thus, the entire vast network of Epirudian sewers became a secondary tributary of the River Styx.
In the sewers, he is invincible, the undisputed dark emperor of the sewers!
The mercury loop flickered, and the silver chains suddenly contracted, binding Alwin to the wall.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move.
"Aren't you good at hypnosis and modifying common sense? I'll leave the rest to you." The alchemist looked at his partner, who simply shrugged.
The young man took out his pocket watch, approached the monk, and wore a malicious smile.
"Don't be nervous, I won't take your life. After all, you're more useful alive than dead."
Arwen, who had been struggling fiercely, stopped and, recalling his position in the church, understood what the young man meant.
As he said, he was indeed more useful alive than dead, but that was a scene he absolutely did not want to see.
He did not want to tarnish his faith, so the young man who approached him was more terrifying and dreadful to him than a billion heretics!
"Gurgle," Alwin made a defiant sound, "Kill me."
"Your remaining value hasn't been fully exploited yet, how could I do that? You should know that waste is shameful."
The pocket watch swayed, accompanied by the young man's whispers. Arwen eventually lost his senses and fell into a half-dreaming, half-awake state, allowing the other party to alter his memories.
After a while, *snap*.
The young man snapped his fingers, the crisp sound pulling Alvin from his sleep back to reality.
"Hiss, whew."
Gasping for breath like someone who has just been pulled ashore from drowning, Alvin steadied his breathing, then his eyes lit up when he saw the two of them. "Brother, how long have I been sleeping?"
"Brother, it's been about seventy-three days since your last sacrifice."
The young man's expression turned solemn, and his tone was no longer the same as before, which had been laughing and joking.
"In short, welcome back to this world once again."
The method he just used was less a combination of hypnosis and common sense manipulation, and more a process of personality rewriting.
The altered personalities are those of the Blood God Cult members who sacrificed themselves for various reasons. Even if their souls return to the Blood Sea, they cannot be resurrected for various reasons.
It can only retain the memory of one's personality and overwrite it onto the complete soul of another.
These beings are also known as "heroic spirits" within the Blood God Cult and are generally respected by others.
"Hmm, it seems like it hasn't been long. So, what do you need me to do this time?"
"Alwin" stretched his limbs and successfully read the memories of the soul he was attached to.
To prevent others' memories from contaminating one's personality, a "Heroic Spirit" will actively construct a virtual personality after being overwritten, similar to a virtual machine, as a barrier to isolate one's own personality from one's soul.
The retrieved memories will first pass through the virtual personality before being presented to the "Heroic Spirit".
"This time, my identity is that of a Tide Cult cultivator? You must want me to do something with this identity, right?"
"Infiltrate the Tide Cult, prevent others from investigating the sewers, and if possible, set up loops in other cities on the front lines," the alchemist said.
"I see. It's a very simple job. Give me some time."
"Alwin" responded with a smile.
"Lord Alwin, have you completed your investigation?"
"Okay, the investigation is complete. There's nothing unusual in the sewers. Go tell the others that they don't need to investigate anymore."
"Oh... okay, I'll go and inform them."
Watching the departing attendants, "Arwen" suppressed his smile and, instead of taking advantage of his status as a monk to enjoy himself, went straight to the Tide Church.
Pushing open the church doors, he was led by a servant to the Tide Bishop of Epiruçu.
"Oh? It's Alwin. Is there something you need to report?"
The local bishop was a kind-faced old man, slightly overweight, wearing the standard bishop's robe of the Tide Church, without any extra decorations.
Most bishops are not good at fighting, and this one is no exception.
"Your Excellency the Bishop," "Arwin" bowed, "I would like to request a transfer."
"An external investigation? Can you tell me why?"
Bishop Tide raised an eyebrow, quite surprised.
He was deeply impressed by the young man in front of him, knowing that he was a young man with strong execution and firm beliefs, and that he would not want to be transferred elsewhere because of his desire for pleasure.
"I want to be transferred to Keodis to assist the local brothers in resisting the attacks of heretics."
Alwin's voice remained calm, but his words revealed a steadfast faith.
In fact, faith exists and is steadfast, but who the object of that faith is hard to say.
It's definitely not what the Tide Bishop is thinking.
"Good boy."
Bishop Tide looked pleased.
Kyodes was a frontline city, facing many times more enemies than Epirudica, making it more dangerous and less manpower-supplied.
The fact that he was willing to be transferred to that city proves that the monk in front of us must have a firm faith.
Otherwise, why would they leave the safe city of Epiru and go to the dangerous city of Kyodes?
"I'm glad you have this idea, but I still have to remind you that the city is not safe. It's closer to the front lines and war could break out at any time."
Looking into "Arwen's" eyes, the bishop emphasized that, to be honest, he did not want "Arwen" to be transferred out.
"Arwin" is exceptionally capable. If he trains in Ipiru for another year or two and then gets a recommendation, he will be able to hold an important position within the church.
Becoming a bishop is not impossible.
"You're still young, with a bright future ahead of you. Are you really sure you want to be transferred there?"
"Yes, this is the result of my careful consideration."
"Arwen" looked grief-stricken.
"Our brothers are being threatened by heretics, and this is something I cannot tolerate. Even if it's just a small act, I want to help our brothers on the front lines!"
Perfect acting skills.
In his heart, "Alwin" gave himself a thumbs up.
His words were indeed from the bottom of his heart; however, he spoke entirely from the perspective of the Blood God Cult.
Upon hearing these heartfelt words, Bishop Tide paused slightly and began to re-examine the young man before him.
"I didn't expect I still underestimated you. Such pure faith... In that case, I approve."
The bishop retrieved the transfer order, signed his name, and summoned a servant, instructing him to take the order and find someone to contact the denominations in Kyodes.
"You should receive a reply in about a day. Go and make your preparations."
"Yes, Your Excellency the Bishop."
"Alwin" nodded, and as he turned around, he couldn't help but tighten the corners of his mouth.
You can't laugh, you really can't laugh. You have to wait at least four thousand seconds, until you're out of the church area, before you can laugh.
Bishop Tide didn't know what he was thinking. Watching his departing figure, he was sincerely moved by his steadfast faith and offered him his heartfelt blessings.
Epiruço was just the beginning.
Time slips away little by little, seasons change, and cold and silence arrive quietly.
During this period, under the infiltration of the Blood God Cult, a series of loops were constructed centered around Ipiru.
Underground mineral veins and dark rivers, these originally natural earth veins and water veins, became the loops for the sacred domain to forge magic arrays after being polluted by the Styx River.
With each additional loop, Modi felt a stronger connection to this land.
With just a thought, he can overturn the city along the loop and even rewrite the landscape around the loop.
"No, it's not the right time yet. I have to be patient a little longer. Once the magic array is complete, I'll... What, it'll be finished just in time?"
Modi suddenly rose from his throne and looked down at the projected map in front of him.
On the map, black and red winding roads crisscross, interwoven with cities as nodes, forming a large network that almost covers the entire northern part of Central Land.
In other words, the sacred domain belonging to the Blood God could be built at any time if he wanted to.
"Notify all army groups in the north to prepare for war. This time, we will take the north in one fell swoop and establish the Blood Holy Domain here."
With his command, the Blood God Cult, which had been dormant for some time, began to operate again.
The legion assembled, the warship engines roared, and the Styx tributary calibrated the coordinates.
Beyond the realm, the Blood God Cult's fleet was ready to warp, guarding against the watchful cult fleet.
Although Itnity possesses a natural world crystal wall that greatly reduces the power of orbital bombardment, neither side can break through it.
However, the outer void remains a fiercely contested area, as fleets have other uses besides orbital bombardment.
"All army groups have completed their assembly, and the fleet outside the region is ready to make a warp jump."
Elena's voice rang in his ears, and Mordred responded without hesitation: "Sacred Domain complete, activate."
As soon as he finished speaking, in various parts of northern Middle-earth, the pathways represented by mountains and rivers were activated, and deep underground, the River Styx flowed, and the polluted mineral veins flickered with an ominous red light.
On the map, black and red lines light up from the center of Epiruçu outwards.
A strange feeling arose in the hearts of everyone in northern Middle-earth.
For the Blood God Cult, this was a feeling of warmth and inclusiveness. The air in northern Central Plains made them feel right at home, and while the difficulty of casting spells decreased, their power also increased significantly.
But for their enemies, it was oppressive and heavy, as if the whole world was rejecting them. After leaving the church, many of their divine spells were even unusable.
"This is heresy territory! When did our city get dragged into heresy territory?!"
At the church entrance, Bishop Tide's usual amiable demeanor had vanished, replaced by a somber expression and surprise.
"No, now is not the time to think about that. The realm of heresy is always accompanied by war, and I must be prepared..."
Damn it, space blocking device!
Thinking of this, the bishop broke out in a cold sweat. Ignoring everything else, he quickly took a step forward, intending to check the status of the space blocking device.
He had just taken a step when the ground suddenly shook violently, and the sound of the surging river grew louder as it approached, stirring the bishop's mind.
"The River Styx!"
The bishop turned around, his pupils suddenly contracting.
A dark red, filthy river flowed past him, and in a short while, the church behind him was swallowed up by the river.
If he had been a step later, he wouldn't be standing on the shore now.
"
...They still came.
Bishop Tide instinctively took two steps back, his face turning ashen.
He didn't expect the enemy to be so decisive. The moment the domain was deployed and the space blocking device stopped, they immediately warped in and invaded, and even destroyed the Tide Church first.
I'm afraid that churches of other denominations are also in grave danger.
"Such a decisive attack; it must have been premeditated." Without hesitation, the Tide Bishop turned and started running away from the River Styx.
A thick fog rose from the river and spread throughout the city, with figures appearing and disappearing in the fog like a pack of wolves chasing after the bishop.
On a certain street, a manhole cover was opened, and a hand reached out from it.
The citizens who were rushing to escape obviously did not notice this scene.
"Phew, finally I can leave that awful place."
The alchemist sniffed himself and sadly discovered that he couldn't detect any unusual odor.
If you live in a sewer and after a long time you no longer smell the stench, you will have become one with it.
"Stop talking nonsense and get ready for battle. The Christian Guard here is a tough nut to crack."
His partner climbed out of the sewer, took a breath of fresh air, and relaxed a little.
"But we who stand above the Sanctuary are invincible. Now, let us hunt down those heretics who have fallen into darkness."
Just as he finished speaking, footsteps came from the other end of the street.
The two turned around, noticed the newcomer's attire, and their faces lit up with surprise.
"Tide Bishop, looks like a big fish." The alchemist clicked his tongue in amazement.
In contrast, the newcomer looked surprised, with a hint of...disdain?
The two realized something, and their expressions simultaneously fell.
Clearly, their taste was disliked.