The beginning of a new century

Well, now that it has come to this, what else can we do?

The red-haired young man stepped into the yard. It was very quiet here, and no one would come here to disturb except the necessary guards and doctors.

He turned around with satisfaction, opened the door and stepped into the room. The two people sleeping were a man and a woman. They were breathing steadily, and their aura kept changing, as if they were going through some kind of struggle.

No wonder they were considered sick, they looked like they were about to mutate. The power of the stars silently permeated their bodies, attempting to transform them by expelling the original pollution.

Oreius found his own bed, which was also in this room and had been made in advance. He leaned against the head of the bed and looked out the window leisurely.

The withered leaves slowly fell, and the wind became colder and colder. It would surely snow in Partington in a while.

The northern region will not be so peaceful this year, so we need to send some food in advance to appease the local people.

By next year, the Protestant situation will have stabilized. These things will be better.

These chosen people are the first lucky ones, and they will inherit the power of the ancient gods and radiate their own light again in this land.

When they wake up, the era will change. But before that, some work must be done.

First of all, we need to understand that any kind of power needs a foundation.

The pre-Black Mist era was based on magic elements, which baptized humans and extended the magic civilization. The Black Mist era was based on pollution, extending the bloodline and monster system.

The reason why these people are unconscious is simple. There is no soil in this era to wake them up. In other words, Mason has to create energy that can be used by people in this era, just like in the previous era.

This is not an easy matter, nor is it something that can be resolved overnight.

In the era before the black fog, he mobilized his spiritual power, and the world tree deep in his consciousness spread its branches and leaves, making pleasant sounds.

Listen carefully, it is not just the sound of the wind, but countless gentle laughter. Words full of hope are intertwined, like waves in the sea, rolling in layer by layer.

The world tree was born based on the divinity of Christine, the 13th God, the God of Hope and Courage. It is a world tree that belongs only to humans.

Mason reached out and touched the rough trunk of the tree, and the World Tree swayed in response.

He thought about it for a while and felt that he should ask a professional about this matter.

"Is that why you asked me?"

Ham rolled his eyes and paused his work.

"It's more appropriate to ask the magicians in the Black Tower about this matter. They know the principles of the operation of magic elements better than I do. I can only give you a general explanation."

"It is said that all elements originally came from the World Tree. In an era older than the ancient times, magical elements permeated every corner of this land. After that, various races were born. Among them were the first dragons, Titans, sirens and other long-lived species. They have a natural affinity for magic. Then, as the bloodline was passed down from generation to generation, it gradually diluted and deteriorated, giving rise to more races."

"For example, the Dragonborn race is connected by dragon blood, the Titan race is connected by lightning, and the Angel race is connected by the blood of God..."

Talking about these things again, Ham felt nostalgic and unfamiliar. He even started to talk about them endlessly. I'm afraid that no one except Mason would listen to him talk about these old things.

The flax-haired nobleman sitting opposite him looked thoughtful and obviously listened very attentively. This made Ham more motivated and he wanted to tell him everything he knew.

While he was describing how he fought a Black Tower magician for 300 rounds when he was young, and finally defeated him with his excellent technical achievements and won the teacher's recognition, the good student in his eyes was concentrating on checking the World Tree.

There are always some things that can be borrowed from the legends passed down by word of mouth, at least they can provide him with some inspiration. Since magic elements have appeared in this world since the creation, it must be related to the world tree.

He is the origin of the world, the beginning of everything. What He can do, Masons can do now.

Think about it, why did the magic element appear in the original world? There must be a source for its birth, and energy must be conserved.

Mason thought quickly, and suddenly a scene flashed through his mind.

It was a vague hand of mist that quietly plucked the first fruit of the World Tree, crushed it, and took away some of its energy.

energy.

energy...?

Mason stood up suddenly and slammed his hands on the table, which scared Ham. The latter instinctively closed his mouth and looked at him in doubt.

"What's wrong?"

"Thank you! I know what to do!"

"???"

Looking at Mason who turned and left, Ham opened his mouth and finally said awkwardly, "You're welcome."

Mason walked faster and faster, and finally he ran. His eyes were shining.

Yes, how could I forget this? Isn't the power to create everything in your hands?

The fruit of the world tree!

Since we can create vests, then creating natural elements is no problem. The only problem is——

How to create?

This is not like before, where you just need to pinch a face and infuse spirit into it, and then choose a godhead to inherit! Now he needs to start from scratch and re-establish a new order for this world. In that case, he can't just rely on himself. Mason pondered for a moment and called the Luo family.

"I need a lot of data. Can the association help me collect it?"

"Yes, any kind of information, as long as it is recorded."

He needed a large amount of reference data to extract the information and find a way to artificially create elements so that the power of the stars could be activated again.

It was difficult, but Mason had to do it. No, only he could do it.

......

"Canaan, what do you think magic is?"

The potion in the crucible was boiling, reflecting the shimmering light. This was a precious spiritual herb that only a master magician could prepare.

Nasir dripped tears into the unicorn's eyes, his movements as smooth as flowing water.

The silver-haired child next to him had a blank expression on his face. His delicate and perfect face, like a doll, was illuminated by the candlelight and was covered with a warm glow. Hearing the voice, he answered without hesitation.

"A diversified energy system based on elements and constructed with the magic network as a channel."

"You have learned the principles class very well. Today I want to teach you another thing."

The black-robed wizard said calmly. He sprinkled three ice-blue leaves with his right hand, and a strong aroma suddenly burst out from the crucible. The blue liquid was like a dream, and it was extraordinarily beautiful.

Nasir skillfully bottled it, corked it, and labeled it, and placed the potion on the wooden shelf.

The dark walnut shelves were filled with bottles of all kinds, with neatly handwritten labels. Upon closer inspection, they were all the coveted top-grade potions.

After doing all this, Nasir said: "Magic is something that can create everything. Because of magic, humans have the right to pursue their dreams."

The silver-haired child was stunned for a moment, his eyes full of confusion. Nasir raised his eyebrows: "Why, is it strange for me to say this?"

"I just didn't expect you to have such sentimental thoughts."

"Emotional? No, it's factual."

Nasir shook his head, raised his hand and tapped the air. Illusory magical ripples appeared, and then blossomed like fireworks in the night sky.

Countless scenes flow through it, from the first human being researching magic to more and more people beginning to devote themselves to this cause.

Just like a seed grows into many branches, it eventually forms a lush and prosperous scene.

"In the beginning, humans did not know how to use magic until they combined with other species and gave birth to hybrids. With the help of innate magic, humans used magic for the first time. After that, with the research of generations, a complete magic system was finally formed."

"From one-pointed magic to six-pointed magic, through these magics, humans have mastered the ability to fight disasters and monsters, and even created a magic like [bread making] that creates something out of nothing. In the early days, these were unimaginable."

[Breadmaking] is a super magic developed by drawing on the bloodline abilities of wizards. Although it is only of two-point difficulty, it truly breaks the conservation law of elements themselves, declaring that wizards have mastered the truth of creating magic. After that, geniuses bravely moved forward and developed countless great magics. They crossed the gate of dimensions, conquered the devil and elements, and then moved on to a wider place.

Of course, the latter part happened in later times.

Nasir now does not know what amazing changes will happen in the future, but this does not prevent him from teaching his disciples.

"Magic can create everything. As long as you continue to improve your understanding of magic, you can start from the lowest level and achieve everything you want step by step. Whether it's turning stone into gold or resurrecting the dead."

"Therefore, Canaan, you must remember this."

Nasir lowered his eyes, his black pupils were like a bottomless dark abyss, but the silver-haired child saw a burning flame in them.

"It's a long road, but it's definitely not a hopeless road. You get what you put in."

Mason woke from his nap.

He was asleep at the table, covered with a blanket, probably put there by Ronald. The furry blanket was quite warm and kept away the chill of the autumn wind.

On the table was a mountain of manuscript paper, written in Chinese with all kinds of collected information, covering all the mythological and magical records he could find.

Including oral rumors, written stories and various studies. The Aristocratic Association and him are still in the honeymoon period, so they readily provided all the information they could find.

What he read before going to bed was the notes of the last great magician in human history. Magic notes are like life to a magician, and in the end, these magicians chose to publish them to the public in order to pass on their knowledge to future generations.

"...Future magicians, please never forget how glorious our past was. Our civilization will not be cut off, and the knowledge we have inherited will not disappear..."

The nobleman's fingers brushed across the line of faded words. In order to continue civilization, they must find a way to obtain more energy so that the World Tree can grow new fruits.

He looked up all the information that might be useful and finally decided that it was imperative to start the plan.

"I originally planned it as a backup plan, but I never thought it would actually come in handy. If it succeeds, I'm afraid I'll go to hell."

The linen-haired nobleman looked out the window, the sunlight falling on his face. After a while, the Duke smiled and spread a piece of paper on the table. He wrote something in ink.

"I'm really sorry, everyone. In order to survive, please shed your tears, hatred, and regret. If there is anyone who really hates me, I will take it all."

.......

Lights came on sparsely, illuminating the entire city. Compared to before, the holy city seemed lonely and desolate. Many houses had their doors closed, not looking like anyone was living there.

The patrolmen walking on the road looked sad. Just a few months ago, this place was still a prosperous scene.

“There’s nothing we can do about it.”

The companion sighed, looking somewhat bitter.

"If the Nobles' Association launches a war, the Church will definitely be able to hold out for a long time. We will not retreat on the spot in any attack. But if even our faith betrays us, what else can we rely on?"

Faith is always the most fatal point. A defeated church has no other options and will fall apart in a short period of time. This is also inevitable.

During the conversation, the former suddenly heard a strange noise and turned his head abruptly.

"Who is it!?"

The only answer he got was silence.

The companion held his weapon and stood guard. After investigating for a while, he asked, "Are you being too suspicious? I didn't hear any sound."

“But I heard the sound!”

"Are you too nervous? Go back and get baptized."

"...Is that so...Yes, we have been patrolling here for a week. Maybe it's time to go back and have a good rest. We are short-handed."

Having said this, the two of them lost interest in continuing the conversation and walked away in silence.

After their figures disappeared at the end of the street, a pair of eyes lit up in the darkness. One after another, more and more. Bright red lines spread from the forehead to the cheeks, and then covered the whole body. From a distance, it looked like flowing blood.

These people had no blood flowing in their bodies, and they were hanging upside down on the roof relying solely on muscle strength, like giant bats. The hooded man in the lead whispered, "You all should know our mission."

Everyone nodded, their scarlet eyes full of enthusiasm: "Understood!"

"Then go ahead, don't let your master down."

They jumped down from the roof in the cold wind from the north and sneaked into the church silently. Those believers who had been contacted in advance secretly went out, shivering in the cold wind, feeling terrified.

They were like this not because of the cold, but because of fear. Once they were caught by the patrol team, they would immediately know their identities.

——This is the latest group of betrayers.

There were not many of them, only four or five. Their faces were full of confusion and anxiety about the future. No. 112 slipped behind them slid smoothly, and the clergyman who was immersed in panic did not notice his arrival at all.

With just a light sweep, he knew that these people were very weak. The truly strong ones chose their destination at the beginning, and only the weak ones would stay until the end, hesitating and hesitant.

But it doesn't matter, they are all the strength that the master needs.

No. 112 walked out of the darkness and said with a smile: "Hello, I'm here to pick you up."

The believers were startled by him, but only breathed a sigh of relief after seeing his attire. They hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Are you the one who came to pick us up? Let's go. We have come here with great difficulty, don't let the patrol team find us."

"It may be a little late."

The hooded man shrugged. Several betrayers turned around and were horrified to see the fire running from the end of the corridor. Their faces turned pale.

The other party laughed and said, "It seems that you are being followed. It's not intentional."

"We didn't mean to do that, we had no idea!"

"It's okay, it's just a few people."

The hooded man smiled disapprovingly: "You can trust us. Since we promised you, we will certainly do it."

In just a few words, guards poured out from the corridor like a tide and surrounded them. Looking at these traitors, the guards' eyes were filled with deep disappointment.

"Cons, Posa, Locke, Ximina. I am arresting you for apostasy. If you have anything to say, go back and tell the people in the training hall. Surrender now!"

No. 112 interrupted their conversation with a smile: "It's not a good idea to do this in front of them, everyone. They are no longer part of the church, and you have no jurisdiction over them."

The other party snorted coldly, not intending to talk to him, but just said coldly: "You guys actually had an affair with the pagans. Your crime is even more serious!"

A trace of guilt flashed across the faces of several betrayers. It would be a lie to say that they had no feelings for the church, otherwise they would not have left until now. But as time went on, they discovered more and more about one thing.

——The church is truly hopeless.

They lowered their heads, not daring to look the guards in the eye. Only No. 112 shrugged his shoulders and said, "Times have changed, priests. The church has fallen into decay, and what you consider to be heretics may actually be the truth."

The patrol team naturally could not let the enemy act, so they immediately raised their guns, aimed at the enemy and opened fire. This did not exceed the enemy's expectations.

The figures seemed to have known their thoughts long ago, dodging the bullets at a speed that was impossible for humans to achieve. Then they suddenly approached the patrol team.

Their bodies twisted and bent, and occasionally bullets grazed their skin, leaving only a bleeding wound. Their attacks were extremely ruthless, and the patrolmen who were approached fell to the ground one after another, their eyes full of horror.

The enemy's speed was astonishingly fast, even without using his bloodline ability, he had already surpassed the limits of ordinary people.

"It's our first meeting, so I'd like to say hello to you."

No. 112 grinned, his eyes flashing maliciously under his hood. Beast-like eyes lit up in the darkness behind him, looking at them greedily. Several red-eyed people jumped down and took away the betrayed believers. The hooded man stroked his chest with his hand and spoke politely.

"We are the Scarlet Scions, destined to destroy you all. Submit to the power of this blood, and all who resist will die."

"Then we will take these people away. These are the fireworks that our Lord offers to you. I hope you like them."

The patrolmen's faces changed suddenly and they looked up at the sky.

The bright red color bloomed suddenly, casting a brilliant light on the retina. Like the hem of a girl's skirt, or the smile of a devil, it showed its presence to the world with its fangs and claws.

Is that a firework?

No, it was a flare.