The Atidor Empire stands in the western lands, blessed by the gods day and night, its glorious era to be passed down for thousands of years...
——The Era of Prosperity
The garrison in Storm Bay was completed. A majestic city lay across the rolling hills, and the city walls, glowing with a blue glow, kept the storm out.
A huge waterfall cuts the castle into two parts, and only a dam connects them.
Towers stand tall above the thick riverbank, and inside the hall, huge metal machines are running at high speed driven by water.
Countless floating puppet balls flew towards the Storm Sea. The people in the city wrote down the data they brought back on manuscript paper and calculated something.
Legend has it that the epics stood in front of a huge crystal wall, above which was a reef that was barely visible in the waves.
"The magic interference at the first outpost site is still too severe. Is there a better option?"
"The storm here is the smallest, and the wind element is the most docile. As long as we deal with the nearby sea spirits, setting up a magic barrier is the best option."
"Safety comes first. We must build a good sea route and avoid any accidents."
"We are not those three reckless men. Of course we have to proceed step by step and cannot just rush in directly."
I don’t know about other churches, but the actions of the Nightmare believers give Xia Lan a sense of “scientific” security. After all, its predecessor was the Arcane Council, which is much more sophisticated than those charlatan churches.
Although Xia Lan is also an arcane master and has some knowledge of puppetry and other professions, it is better to let professionals do this kind of boring data analysis.
After naming the castle Windfall, Xia Lan went to the separate hall to meet a guest.
"If there is no Mu Ye, how are you going to settle down in Bohrawis?"
A divine light flickered between Mei Qielongli Kafumen's brows, her glass-like eyes were tightly closed, and an intangible voice came from the mysterious shadow behind her.
In the empty hall, Xia Lan stood at the window, with her hands behind her back, looking down at the stormy bay.
"The weak have their own way of living. When they play chess, they are already chess pieces.
I am using the nations of Midgard as my opponents, and the terror of Bohrawis as my stake, to lure people into the game, to watch the two tigers fight, and to survive in the cracks."
"It's easier said than done than to drive out the wolf and devour the tiger."
The shadow sighed melancholy, with obvious loneliness in his tone.
"Between life and death, success and failure are but a split second. Life is like a game of chess, with only two states: favorable and unfavorable. If you fail, you will die. If you are hesitant, how can you accomplish anything? Just stay in Hailong City and why bother entering this turbulent world?"
Listening to Xia Lan's words, the shadow did not refute, but just asked in confusion:
"I don't understand why you always use chess as a metaphor for people. Life isn't a chess game; there are too many variables. I advise you not to over-plan. If you drag Mu Ye into this, it won't be good for anyone."
Xia Lan just nodded. He knew that this world was about strength, but this was the way of the weak.
"My chess is not any of the ones in the courtyard. Black and white intersect, and the game is in the chess. Do you want to learn? I will teach you. You have a pattern, so you should learn quickly."
The shadow was successfully interested and turned to look at Xia Lan.
"I was thinking of trying out the chess game you mentioned. Let's have a competition then."
"Okay, but how about a little spice?"
"What do you want?"
Xia Lan could clearly see the shadow frowning, but she still said:
"I am responsible for organizing and planning the puppet master."
"That's it?"
"That's it. Actually, I think you're too petty to just support a puppet god to seize power and faith. Mu Ye supported that guy to become a god, but he turned around and defected to the Lord of Dawn. We must push him down from the throne, auction off his soul, reclaim his godhead, and make a divine artifact out of his body to recoup our investment."
The shadow smiled nonchalantly, "If you really have this ability, there's no need for a competition. I can convince the others."
"It's a deal. How about calling it Project Deus Ex Machina?"
The shadow turned his head without responding, but just said:
"Let's finish the matter of recovering the Storm Godhead first. The Storm God was once a God King. We must collect more than half of the fragments of the Godhead. Maybe Mu Ye can have more upper gods."
"I'll take good care of this."
The shadow nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke again.
"Xia Lan, don't be obsessed with worldly things. Mu Ye must have a God King. You have to supervise that dream elf."
"Let it be. Phaodis has not yet understood what the truth is. When he does, all the gods will tremble.
But if Muye really needs a God King, I will help you find one."
The phantom shook his head, thinking that Xia Lan was trying to trick a God King into joining Mu Ye.
"The guys out there are not reliable."
"No, I'm talking about the God of Wealth. He has the largest number of followers in Muye and has reached the pinnacle of the Upper Gods. All he lacks is an opportunity."
"The path to wealth has reached its limit. It is impossible to touch the throne of the God King. Wealth is destined to be nothingness, and the potential power contained is also limited.
I don't understand why he chose this path. He used to be the most outstanding genius in the Arcane Council and the first arcanist to raise the banner of God-killing. But why did he become like this now..."
The shadow disappeared, and Mei opened her eyes and prepared to leave. However, as she walked out the door, she couldn't help but turn back and ask, "Can the God of Wealth ascend to the throne?"
Xia Lan said confidently:
“Money means nothing, but with him, you can get everything.
Understanding wealth as money is too superficial. In the treasury of God, there must be at least a few divine weapons. That is also wealth. It’s just that it’s difficult to compile doctrines...”
…
On White Wave Island, Bifang woke up from a serious injury. After opening his eyes, he found himself in a simple bedroom. There was a man beside the bed playing with his Holy Plate of Light.
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