CHAPTER 269: CHAPTER 186: GODS_3

In the eyes of the council members, however, this was yet another scene.

They also witnessed Gray-Lid’s transformation, a sight far more terrifying than defeating or killing the traitor.

In their view, Ethan had turned humans into machines.

This was the power of the Master of Tides, far beyond their understanding.

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When Ethan looked at the council members, those familiar fearful yet reverent eyes deeply stung his own.

This made him want to remind them—firstly, you are a nation without faith, defend your position!

From a technical standpoint, he was merely helping the young Gray realize his long-held wish.

He didn’t create robots!

But now was not the time to explain, he sensed something happening somewhere in Ophira.

The roar of the ark awakened the ancient beings dwelling in the ocean’s depths, the entire sea was responding to him.

He saw the waves rising.

Like a wall connecting the sky, obscuring everything in the distance with azure.

The wall reaching the sky was slowly approaching them.

When that ancient being opened its eyes, Ophira would face the first tsunami.

And the one used to awaken that ancient being was also a person with ancient blood.

This was a transaction, the cost of a miracle.

Meanwhile, on Ophira’s coast, Lindong stood amidst the bloodstained ground.

The people of the Lide Clan lay on the ground, lifeless, their blood used to paint the ritual circle, stripped bones served as summoning materials, and the severed heads, yet to rot, placed in the circle’s center, an elder.

They seemed to willingly abandon resistance.

And the man who did all this was also the only one among the many corpses who died differently.

His body was pierced by ice spikes, the blood flowing from him frozen, holding a sacrificial dagger in his hand, glaring viciously toward Lindong in death.

"Once the contract is made, it must be carried out."

Hummingtail explained to Lindong, "Even if the contract means sacrificing family, don’t misunderstand, we never forced him, but the miracle of return requires equivalent sacrifice, right?"

She had completed her task.

Standing up straight, her lowered arms turned into wriggling shadows.

The next task was to symbolize a bit of struggle.

Hummingtail’s figure transformed into fleeting shadows, still with a charming smile, death seemed incapable of stirring even a ripple within her.

The only regret was probably not being able to see what happened next.

Her consciousness blurred for a moment, then her vision flipped, as her falling body descended to the ground.

Hummingtail saw Lindong passing by her as well as her half-body frozen in place.

Throughout, the Witch’s gaze never lingered on her.

The Witch’s target was the sea, she walked to the shore, bent down, and touched the increasingly restless sea surface with her palm.

The next moment, the entire world plunged into stillness.

In the distance, the waves reaching the sky ceased to move, transforming into a magnificent icy wall.

Hummingtail’s smile grew brighter, she fell onto the endless white ice, the cold momentarily robbed her of pain, making her imagine whether the apocalyptic deluge played out several eras ago, was just as magnificent.

Not only the seawater was frozen, but also the shadows constantly emerging from the fissures turned into ice sculptures in an instant.

The Saint used Magic Power to pave the way for the ark.

She felt that compared to past rumors, the Witch seemed stronger once again.

This was the last scene Hummingtail witnessed.

Having completed all, Lindong felt a little dazed, staggered a step, lightly covering her forehead with a hand, a symptom inevitably caused by excessive Magic Power consumption, even introductory students in the academy had learned this lesson.

Lindong simply hugged her knees, sitting by the sea, the brisk sea wind lifting her white long hair.

When idly spent in the Northern Territory, this was how she enjoyed daydreaming.

However, the academy professors had different interpretations, they considered it Meditation, perhaps explaining to some extent the reason for her possessing such strong Magic Power.

She heard the roar from behind.

The ark, sealed away for several eras, embarked on its first voyage.

She vaguely saw the tentacles emerging from the ice wall, even though they hadn’t completely broken through the deep valley’s seal, transforming the ocean depths into a doomsday-like scene.

There lay the ark’s destination.

Of course, there were other visions, as her Magic Power grew, and as her understanding of time deepened, images seemingly from the future would occasionally surface in Lindong’s mind.

In another apocalypse, the ark failed to wait for a new captain.

With the Speaker’s death, Ophira’s direction collapsed completely, the first tsunami engulfed the entire city.

Aelium’s tentacles wrapped around the city, dragging it into the deep sea, followed by the entire Western Continent.

This was the second nation destroyed by catastrophe.

A person who looked identical to her sat down beside her, mimicking her posture of hugging knees, turning their face to look at her.

This time, the Witch’s face bore no teasing or fervent expression, she exceptionally quieted down, making Lindong feel as if facing a mirror.

Lindong asked, "Is it to make up for regrets?"

The Witch nodded.

"Why?"

Lindong was puzzled, since two years ago after the downfall war, she was fully engulfed by negative emotions; had it not been for Ethan, a meddlesome person in Ximu Town, taking her home, her journey’s end probably would’ve been destruction.

Either destroying herself or the Empire.

She wasn’t a good person.

She often fit the definition of a terrorist, an Evil God’s Follower, perfectly.

She had no interest in saving civilizations on the brink of destruction.

So Lindong was curious why the witch in front of her, who seemed more extreme, would go to such lengths.

"Your heart already knows the answer, doesn’t it?"

The Witch said softly.

—"Everything you’ve experienced is a path every true god has walked."