Chapter 209 The Moment of Truth Coming (Part 1)

Saying that, the silver-haired half-elf girl giggled. But in Lorna's eyes, this smile seemed to have a hint of regret.

"I want to ride those creatures that only exist in fantasy and fly freely under the blue sky... Well, you may not have seen it, but there is no gray fog in the sky outside."

Suddenly thinking of the always foggy sky on the island, the half-elf girl opened her arms and tried hard to draw a big circle, as if she wanted to show Lorna the blue sky without a layer of fog.

"The sky is an unusually pure blue, dotted with snow-white soft clouds. When you touch it with your hands, they will be like marshmallows, wrapping around your hands with coolness."

"So, I want to fly up to the top of the sky, feel the refreshing cool breeze blowing across my cheeks, and leave the flying birds far behind.

The earth will continue to shrink below you, and those buildings that look extremely majestic from the ground are nothing more than inconspicuous dots when viewed from the sky.

If it continues to fly high into the sky, even the blue surrounding it will fade away.

Dusk will surround you, and the moonlight will illuminate your path until you stand among the shining stars, and the distant moon will become very huge, as if you can reach it—"

While she was telling the story, there seemed to be some kind of light flashing in the girl's eyes.

Maybe, it's the light from the campfire?

Lorna thought, but her vision was blurred by the light.

"So, what is Lorna's dream?"

After telling his dream in a relaxed manner, the silver-haired half-elf player suddenly changed the topic and turned to the girl sitting in front of the window, wearing a dark lolita dress, with a trace of curiosity and expectation in his eyes.

For some reason, she just felt that it would be more appropriate to reveal her dreams before she died like this.

"my dream?"

The little black-haired girl who looked like a doll was stunned and instinctively hesitated.

But when she saw the 'dying' Xia Ye Yinghuo, she still made up her mind.

"My dream is to see the world outside this island..."

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….…

On the island, at the bottom of the mountains, there is a huge hidden underground space.

The surrounding damp rock walls glowed with pale green phosphorescence, and the open space in the center was now filled with heathen cultists wearing ragged robes.

"The time has come."

The high priest was wearing a complicated sacrificial robe that glowed with purple moonlight. He still held up the strange scepter embedded with black stone in his hand. He stood high on the top of the dark altar and spoke hoarsely like a declaration, with a strange and gentle tone.

In the empty cave under the altar, each of the heathen cultists maintained a silent atmosphere, as if they were silently listening to the teachings of the high priest.

Glancing at the believers below who had been assimilated by the power of 'gods', a hint of fanaticism flashed in the dark purple eyes of the high priest. But more importantly, it is a calm look that is completely different from other pagan believers.

In the beginning, he was not actually a priest, but a seventh-level mage and god-seeker.

Based on a few words on a forbidden cipher tablet, he learned the whereabouts of the 'Old Gods' and the island where the real incarnations of the Old Gods were exiled.

As a result, he spent an astonishing amount of resources and worked hard to find this island shrouded in the power of the old gods, and discovered the remains of the ancient cult of alien gods on the island.

Yes, the remains—

Their spirits have long been weathered by the endless years, and now they are able to move only by relying on the power of the gods, like walking zombies, following the specific trajectory of their lives.

It's more of an anomaly than a life.

After realizing this nature, he used forbidden rituals to communicate with the old gods.

In exchange for his promise to bring the old gods caught in the dream back to the present world, he received the power of the old gods and the identity of the high priest of the Moon-Calling Secret Cult.

God generously gave him these 'abnormal phenomena', which made him the leader of this group of 'special phenomena'.

In other words, they are connected as one.

The high priest can control the body of any heathen cultist through his own will just like controlling his own body. At the same time, he can also share perspective with any pagan cultist.

And in the Moon Shadow Seal, it is the shadow of the original moon that is sealed.

'When he woke up from the dream, He tore off his own shadow and raised it into the moon, so the moon in the dream had no shadow——'

This brief description is a brief description of the incarnation of the power of the original moon [Rai] on the stone tablet.

He put all the concepts of sexual discord into his own shadow, tore them off and sealed them on the earth, thereby ascending to the purple moon in the dream world.

Because of this, the purple moon in the dream world is always a full moon, without waxing and waning.

After spending hundreds of years, the high priest gradually transformed the underground terrain of the island and arranged ritual arrays, preparing to use them as time and space markers to lead the old gods back to the present world.

But at this critical moment that is about to come, due to the strange and sudden disappearance of the Moon Shadow Seal, the ritual that was originally based on it suddenly experienced a huge magic imbalance.

It's like going to sunbathe, preparing everything, choosing a day that is absolutely impossible to have clouds, and then the sun, which is least likely to disappear, suddenly disappears.

During the ceremony, the power of the moon shadow, which symbolized darkness, suddenly disappeared, while the power of Rai, which represented light, grew and spread rapidly, almost eroding the ritual arrangements he had prepared for nearly a thousand years.

At the critical moment, he quickly used the huge secret ritual array group under the island to pour part of the free moon shadow power accumulated for thousands of years into the altar, and used it as the core node to suppress the entire secret ritual.

For this reason, the high priest who should have been in the city of God at this moment, trying to wake up the long-sleeping god in advance, had to take the lead personally at this time, as the core of mobilizing power, dispersing the power of Rai, and presiding over the normal operation of the entire ceremony.

This method can't last long, but fortunately, the time has come.

"The moon shadow is entrenched in the place where the sea water stirs the land, so the real footsteps are approaching."

Raising the black stone scepter in his hand high, the high priest faced the countless ragged believers below and officially began to announce the prayer of the ceremony.

As he chanted, a rich dark green phosphorescence surged from his feet, along the mysterious lines on the altar, and extended to the entire cave.

Near the foot of the huge black altar, there were three small purple altars, on which three unconscious human figures lay.

The black-robed young bishop of the Holy Light Church, the unknown brown-haired traveling swordsman, and the guard wearing the Cold Wind Crystal Bird Pendant.

Although they all looked different, they all faintly exuded the eighth-order magic fluctuations!

As the ceremony progressed, the dark green phosphorescence followed the lines and connected to the surface of the three altars, causing them to begin to emit a light purple glow like moonlight.