Chapter 209 The Moment of Reality (Part 1)

The silver-haired half-elf girl smiled foolishly. But in Rona's eyes, this smile seemed to carry a hint of regret.

"I want to ride on those creatures that only exist in fantasy, and fly freely under the blue sky... Well, you may not have seen it, but the sky outside is not covered with that layer of gray fog."

Suddenly remembering the island's always foggy sky, the half-elf girl opened her arms and tried hard to draw a big circle, as if to show Rona the blue sky without fog.

"The sky is an extremely pure blue, dotted with white and soft clouds. When you touch them with your hands, they will wrap around your hands like cotton candy, cool and soft."

“So, I want to fly up to the sky, feel the cool breeze on my face, and leave the birds flying by far behind.

The earth will continue to shrink beneath you, and those buildings that look extremely magnificent on the ground will be nothing more than inconspicuous dots when viewed from the sky.

If you continue to fly higher into the sky, even the blue around you 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 so huge that it seems within your reach—"

As she spoke, there seemed to be some light flashing in the girl's eyes.

Perhaps it was the light from the bonfire?

Rona thought about it, but her vision was a little blurry because of the light.

"So, what is Rona's dream?"

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

For some reason, she felt that revealing her dreams before dying would be more appropriate.

"My...dream?"

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

But when she saw the 'dying' fireflies on the summer night, she made up her mind.

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

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

The damp rock walls around were glowing with a pale green phosphorescence, and the open space in the center was now filled with pagans in ragged robes.

"The time has come."

The high priest was wearing an intricate priest robe that glowed with purple moonlight. He still held the strange scepter inlaid with black stone in his hand. He stood high on the top of the dark altar and spoke in a hoarse voice as if making a declaration. His tone was strange and gentle.

In the empty cave below the altar, the pagans maintained a silent atmosphere, as if they were silently listening to the teachings of the high priest.

Glancing at the believers who were assimilated by the power of the 'God', the high priest's dark purple eyes flashed with a hint of fanaticism. But more of it was a calmness that was completely different from that of other pagan believers.

Originally, he was not actually a priest, but a seventh-level wizard and god-seeker.

Based on the fragments of information on a forbidden slate, he learned the whereabouts of the 'Old Gods' and the island where the true incarnations of the Old Gods were exiled.

Therefore, he expended astonishing resources and worked tirelessly to find this island shrouded in the power of the old gods, and discovered the remains of the ancient pagan cult on the island.

Yes, the remains—

Their spirits had long since weathered over endless years, and the fact that they were able to move now was only due to the power of the gods, like zombies, moving along the specific trajectories they had in their lifetime.

It is more of an anomaly than a life.

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

In exchange for promising to lead the old gods in the cracks of dreams back to the world, he obtained the power of the old gods and the identity of the high priest of the Moon-Calling Cult.

The gods generously bestowed these 'abnormal phenomena' upon him, making 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 pagan through his will, just like controlling his own body. At the same time, he can also share perspective with any pagan.

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

'When he woke up from the dream, he tore off his own shadow and turned it into the moon. Then, the moon in the dream had no shadow——'

This brief description is exactly the brief account of [Rai], the embodiment of the power of the primordial moon, on the stone tablet.

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He placed all concepts of sexual incompatibility into his own shadow, tore it off, and sealed it on the earth, thereby ascending himself to become the Purple Moon in the dream world.

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

It took hundreds of years for the high priest to gradually transform the underground terrain of the island and arrange ritual arrays, preparing to use them as a beacon of time and space to lead the old gods back to the world.

But at this critical moment when the time is about to come, due to the strange and sudden disappearance of the Moon Shadow Seal, the ritual that originally used it as the key basis suddenly experienced a huge imbalance of magical power.

It's like going for a sunbath, preparing everything and picking a day when there are absolutely no clouds, but 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 completely destroying the ritual arrangements that he had prepared for nearly a thousand years.

At the critical moment, he quickly used the huge group of arcane magic arrays under the island to pour some of the free moon shadow power accumulated over thousands of years into the altar, and used it as the core node to suppress the entire arcane ritual.

For this reason, the high priest, who was supposed to be in the city of gods at this moment, trying to awaken the long-sleeping gods in advance, had to take the lead himself and serve as the core of mobilizing power, relieve the power of Rai, and preside over the normal operation of the entire ceremony.

This approach couldn’t last long, but fortunately, the time had come.

"The shadow of the moon lingers where the sea stirs the land, and so the footsteps of reality are approaching."

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

As he chanted, a rich dark green phosphorescent light surged from under his feet, extending along the mysterious patterns on the altar toward the entire cave.

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

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 their appearances were different, they all faintly emitted 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.

(End of this chapter)