Chapter 1769: Chapter 129: Desperate Measures
After a slight nod, Santiago Priest appeared outside the tent, looking at the busy diviners setting up the altar, a wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Recently, to deal with the divine invaders, the Empire had already sent away many diviners.
Among the current team were members of the royal family, indicating the situation was more severe than he expected.
On the Continent of Aslante, being a diviner was a tragic profession.
At the peak of strength, there was basically no need for their services; they could just focus on cultivating in peace.
Whenever they were needed, it was a moment of tragedy. Usually, such times also marked the decline of a power.
After the tedious sacrifice ceremony ended, Santiago Priest began the divination and instantly spat out a mouthful of blood, aging fifty years in a moment.
He only managed to utter a single word before he perished. Many of the accompanying diviners were also dead or injured.
Everything happened too suddenly, and the items prepared to counter backlash didn’t have time to be used. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱
Such a huge sacrifice, only to gather a single word, made the expressions on the faces of the orc high levels look grim.
“Santiago Priest left behind the word ‘God’. Judging from his facial expression, he was probably about to say ‘Divine Spirit’.
The gods have already fallen. What appears now might be a residual avatar of a divine spirit or a remnant soul of a divine spirit.
We have far too little information; we are simply unable to pinpoint the enemy’s exact location.”
The Silver Moon Wolf Emperor shook his head and said.
Fortunately, the gods have fallen, otherwise, spying on information related to divine spirits would leave no opportunity even for a single word.
The fallen divine spirits are not frightening, but the authority they held over the world is quite extraordinary.
“Wolf King, there’s actually another possibility, which is that the divine spirit has resurrected!
The gods are figures that span eternal ages and would not easily perish.
Their sudden collective fall, without any struggle, is too abnormal.”
The Hawman Emperor’s speculation made the atmosphere on-site even tenser.
Concerning the information about divine spirits, everyone had very limited knowledge, with memories only of power and omnipotence.
Even if the fall of the gods diluted this impression, the ingrained cognizance still filled them with awe towards divine spirits.
If the gods didn’t fall, then why hasn’t the Beast God returned to the Empire?
With us, these devout devotees, surely he could return to his peak faster!”
After saying this, an awkward expression appeared on the face of the Boar King.
It seemed that at this moment, the Orc Empire indeed was not suitable for the Beast God’s return.
“Devout devotees” was simply a catchphrase for everyone.
From the moment the divine spirits fell, the image of the omnipotent divine spirit collapsed in everyone’s mind.
If the Beast God truly returned, revealing a vulnerable side, it’s estimated that many orcs would harbor thoughts of “I could replace him”.
Once greed arises, putting it into action is only a matter of time.
Not wanting to die a pointless death, exposing one’s identity without sufficient strength is seeking one’s own death.
After all, not every divine spirit holds the Authority of Calamity, commanding fear from countless people upon appearance.
More of the authority in the hands of other divine spirits, though not weak in lethal power, is something everyone could understand.
To understand means to find a way to cope.
While the orc high levels were plunged into confusion, the situation at the frontier suddenly quieted down.
The originally aggressive one hundred thousand strong human army, due to the sudden change in the continental situation and Hudson’s participation in a meeting, retreated early to the country.
In the military camp by the lakeside of the Snow Moon, a large number of Tuntian Soldiers were conscripted, taking up weapons for final training.
A large number of troops continually gathered at the front lines, only awaiting the commander’s order to launch a full-scale attack on the enemy.