Chapter 92: The Son of God! (100 Monthly Tickets for Extra Updates)
2014-12-02
Author: Floating Tower (诸生浮屠)
The cold moonlight fell upon the plains.
Soren leaned against the side of the carriage, squinting his eyes in feigned slumber. This was already the edge of the area. Even though it had been swept clean, the ever-cautious Soren did not dare to let his guard down in the slightest. He deeply understood that he could walk all the way into the Legendary Domain because he always remained vigilant. The Merchant Caravan Mistress walked around the carriage, faint spells emanating from her. When she returned and glanced at Soren, she softly said, “Take a rest; I have set up a spell alert.”
This is the benefit of being a spellcaster.
Soren nodded slightly, looking into the distance and gesturing, “Thank you.”
The Merchant Caravan Mistress paused for a moment before shaking her head and saying, “Call me Gloria. My tone may have been a bit excessive at first. You might have your reasons for not telling me.”
The Northern Witch in front of him was somewhat different.
Soren had seen many spellcasters, and high-level spellcasters were often strange and proud individuals. For example, Gloria’s mother was a typical spellcaster with that attitude—respectful towards the strong and completely ignoring the weak. But Gloria was clearly different; she was the opposite of her mother. If it weren’t for their similar facial features, Soren would truly doubt whether they were related by bl**d. Vivian breathed evenly inside the carriage; the little girl was very tired after a day of travel.
The horses appeared very quiet due to the spell; a simple Animal Charm spell could make them obedient. Gloria hesitated for a moment, then sat beside Soren and softly said, “You’re different from the others I’ve met. As a Wanderer, your knowledge is quite rich; perhaps even some wizards can’t compare. However, you can also be quite stubborn, even making me feel like you are a monk I’ve seen before. They are also very obstinate.”
Is this an attempt to ease the relationship?
Soren turned to look at her, can only see her beautiful eyes. He played with a Gind, the gleaming gold dancing on his fingertips, and said slowly, “You are also different from the witches I’ve known; they are all proud women. Did you know? In the tavern, they once commented on the three most difficult types of women to deal with: the first is a Drow, the second is an Amazon Female Warrior, and the third is you Northern Witches.”
Gloria displayed a strange expression, “Is that so? I didn’t know Northern Witches were viewed like that by people.”
She clearly rarely went to taverns; those were the most information-rich places, but they were also too chaotic. Noble spellcasters generally do not frequent such lowly venues because they are truly very wealthy. It’s just like the so-called noble bloodlines that don’t mix with commoners; the class differences among professionists are remarkably distinct. “Yes.” Soren looked at the sky, the stars twinkling under the night sky, and said seriously, “But you are different; you are easier to get along with. Of course, you are also more beautiful.”
The slight compliment made Gloria’s lips curl up a bit. She shook her head, about to say something, when she suddenly stood up in shock, staring towards the direction of White Horse City.
A crimson fire was visible on the horizon, and the familiar sight made both of their faces change dramatically!
“A Meteor Burst?!”
Soren stared at the distance in disbelief, unsure if it was dread or something else. His expression was very stiff. They had just left Amber City, which had turned into ruins under the Meteor Burst, and now they had just left White Horse City. If there were people casting Legendary Spells within White Horse City, it would be hard to believe it was a coincidence; however, Soren was also filled with doubts because he didn’t understand why this was happening…
“The spell failed!”
The red clouds on the horizon slowly dissipated. Gloria’s expression was extremely serious as she said, “Someone interrupted the opponent’s spell.”
White Horse City was not Amber City.
Amber City was a newly emerging city because of the river, and its foundation was not very robust, but White Horse City had stood for a long time. Its founder was even a Legendary Professionist who had successfully slain a dragon. Such a powerful spell fluctuation could not possibly go unnoticed by the guardians. As long as a high-level spellcaster arrived to interrupt, the spell could be stopped because the higher the level of the spell, the longer the casting time, especially for large-scale area spells.
“Are you still not planning to tell me?” Gloria’s brows furrowed, staring intently at Soren with a very serious expression and said in a deep voice, “Is Vivian really the Son of God?!”
The Son of God.
This speculation had already formed in Gloria’s mind because the little girl’s talent was simply too extraordinary.
If we say that a genius among mortals can have a natural attribute of 18 points, then the genius among geniuses can only reach beyond the threshold of 20 points at most.
But Vivian’s talent had already surpassed that.
Soren had a trace of Half-Elf bl**d, giving him a slightly higher natural agility. His father was a high-level thief, so some abilities had surely been inherited, but with all those conditions combined, his natural agility was only 18 points, making him a genius in that aspect. But what about Vivian’s talent? Just after awakening her charm, she possessed 21 points, directly breaking through the threshold; if Soren had no suspicion that she might be the Son of God, that would be impossible.
But the crux of the problem was that they were half-siblings with different fathers. Although Soren suspected, it was hard to be certain.
However, the scene before him told him that if the possibility of Vivian having the Son of God bloodline was 10% at first, it had now risen to 70%.
Could Vivian’s father really be a deity?
How could a deity choose an ordinary human woman to give birth to offspring? Just looking at Soren’s current abilities shows that his mother was definitely an ordinary human!
Because he had almost no talent bloodline at all.
Soren took a deep breath, not knowing when his palm had pressed against his curved blade. He shook his head and said solemnly, “I don’t know. Vivian and I share the same mother but different fathers. If she really is the Son of God, I should have sensed it long ago. But she doesn’t possess any divine power to this day; she can’t possibly be the Son of God. I’ve met her biological father; he is just a relatively powerful adventurer.”
Gloria’s brows remained tightly knit, but her expression relaxed a bit as she said, “Then why did you decide to leave at this time? Don’t tell me all of this is just a coincidence?”
She glanced at Soren’s hand resting on the curved blade and softly said, “You still can’t trust me until now? Regardless of whether Vivian is the Son of God, I like this little girl very much. If something really happens, I will stand by her side. Don’t you think it’s time to tell me anything?”
Soren hesitated for a moment before saying, “If I tell you this, can you keep it a secret?”
Gloria nodded without hesitation and said firmly, “I will definitely keep it a secret.”
“Alright.” Soren took a deep breath, his expression extremely serious. However, what he was about to say was half-true, half-false. He said in a deep voice, “I once discovered a hidden cave secretly established by a lich in Amber City. I even encountered a Serpent Demon inside. From it, I learned a terrifying prophecy: the gods will lose their divine power and ultimately fall to the mortal realm. The abyss and hell will unleash endless slaughter, and the followers of the Evil Gods will spread fear everywhere; the entire world will fall into chaos, and only the Frozen Kingdom will be a temporarily safe place.”
While Soren spoke, Gloria had quietly enhanced her lie detection spell.
The effect of this spell couldn’t be considered absolute, but it could roughly detect what was true or false. The result she got was that most of what Soren said was true. Although a small part of the answer was vague, the vast majority of the information was indeed accurate. He hadn’t completely lied to himself; the spell’s feedback indicated that he was likely telling the truth. There were higher-level spells that could predict correctness, but they required divine assistance, and now that the gods had fallen silent, the only usable spell was an enhanced version of lie detection.
How could this be possible?
Could the gods lose their divine power and fall to the mortal realm?
What would the mortal realm become then? A chaotic battlefield among the gods?
Gloria had no energy left to think about which problems Soren had muddled up. The news she heard had already thrown her thoughts into disarray. She certainly knew some things about the gods losing connection; believers around the world were unable to contact the gods, and this matter had caused quite a panic.
Then what Soren said was very likely true!
If the gods truly fell to the mortal realm, combined with the abyss and hell interjecting, how chaotic would the entire world become?
Liches were essentially at the Legendary Level.
If this prophecy came from a lich, it most likely had a high probability of being accurate, at least above 80%.
“So you insisted on going to the elves and then headed to the Frozen Kingdom?”
Gloria remained silent for a long time before gazing intently at Soren, incredulously saying, “Then why would such a coincidence occur? Just as you were about to leave, the skinning incident happened, and then White Horse City was attacked. There must be some connection here. Otherwise, it’s related to either you or me. Or else it’s related to Vivian.”
Both of them instinctively looked toward the sleeping little girl. Neither Soren nor Gloria believed that they had much connection to these events, so the most likely suspect was Vivian!
Could she really be the Son of God?
But why didn’t she possess any divine power? How had she not shown any signs over the years?
………………
White Horse City.
In the prosperous city, several places had already caught fire. A gray-robed wizard’s figure was soaring in the air, and continuous sounds of battle erupted from the ground. Meanwhile, in the heart of the city, a high-pitched dragon’s roar erupted, and a dazzling light shot skyward, followed by a valiant legendary warrior stepping forth, clad in bl**d-red heavy armor, wielding an unusual long sword engulfed in flames.
“Dragon-slaying Sword?!”
The Enchant’s figure appeared in a corner, glancing over and murmuring, “That guy finally pulled out that cursed weapon, huh?”
“Forget it, no need to worry about that. Take this opportunity to leave here. Those monitoring Druids seem to be quite busy lately. Hehe, it looks like I really have to thank these meddling Evil God followers; now I’m finally free!”
A spell’s brilliance appeared, and the Enchant’s figure vanished into thin air.
