Chapter 464: D170. Barus_3
“But the angels themselves also had their own beliefs. Although scholars could not fully interpret the specifics of this belief, the humans who served the angels were also influenced by them, regarding this higher-level belief as the only true God.”
The Sergeant paused for a mont, taking a deep breath.
“Then, a millennium-rare grand Arcane Surge occurred.
“The fundantal difference between demons and humankind is not in the disparity of strength and appearance, but in the reaction to the Magic Elent. Demons are born able to absorb the Magic Elent, but this also makes them easily affected by the mutation of the Magic Elent, to the extent of being overwheld by the Arcane Surge.
“However, humans are different. Naturally void of magic, every bit of Magic Power they have cos from within themselves, and they have a strong resistance to changes in the Magic Elent from the outside world.
“The scale of that Arcane Surge was so trendous that it probably surpassed all historical observation records in the Kingdom. Even a powerful species like the angels could hardly escape unscathed from that Arcane Surge,” the Sergeant’s gaze was profound, as if he was seeing through ti to that tragic history.
“A large number of angels fell into Depravity under the chaotic and violent influence of the Magic Elent. Their wings were stained black, their personalities beca bloodthirsty, extre, and filled with Madness.
“The depraved angels attempted to slaughter and enslave all the species they deed inferior to them, like humans, while the angels who had not fallen still retained their inner Kindness, unwilling to stand by and watch the tragedy unfold… Thus, a civil war among the angels broke out.
“For humans at that ti, it was undoubtedly a war between gods.”
The Hero and the Fourteenth Princess heard this, and both of their pupils constricted, taking a slight inhale.
“In the end, then, which side won?” the Hero asked eagerly.
“There were no winners,” the Sergeant shook his head.
“All perished together…?” the Fourteenth Princess murmured to herself, prompting the Hero to think of sothing.
“Could it be, the Royal City was destroyed like that…?”
“You’re not wrong,” the Sergeant nodded.
“The White-winged angels needed to cover the retreat of humans, while also resisting the invasion of the Arcane Surge. Being not adept at combat, they were no match for the Fallen Angels, and this only added fuel to the fire.
“Nevertheless, the leader of the angels did not fall and still commanded the angels at the heart of the Royal City. Relying on this, they fought the Fallen Angels to mutual destruction, resulting in an unimaginable Magic Power detonation. Everything was destroyed, the Fallen Angels nearly wiped out, creating what now is the Ancient Royal City in the Western Realm.”
As he spoke, even the Ghost Warrior, who had once cleaved through the sky, revealed a hint of astonishnt on his face.
“Although in the end a small number of angels survived, these survivors ultimately could not withstand the corruption and underwent complete degeneration. They lost their control over the Light Elent, their wings grew mottled and withered, and their personalities turned violent and foolish…
“This remaining group of descendants is today’s Winged People Tribe, a band who lives almost a primitive existence as raiders,” the Sergeant said with an air of regret.
Upon hearing this, the Hero’s expression also beca sowhat dejected.
“The humans of that ti witnessed all of this, witnessed the Depravity and destruction of their faith, witnessed that there was no Redemption in the end. Thus, they gradually lost their devoutness towards any specific existence, but from the Unyieldingness of the White-winged angels, they understood the strength of the Spirit and grasped the aning of Kindness, persistence, and protection,” the Sergeant continued.
“So the founders of the Church decided to take this as a starting point, abandoning the faith in a specific ‘God,’ and instead turned to the concept upheld by the angels as their core, choosing the path of worshiping an ideology.
“It was also to commorate these angels that later records of them were mostly of a positive image, while the existence of the depraved angels faded into history along with the decline of the Winged People.
“This is the history we pieced together from the remnants of the Ancient Royal City and it has been corroborated by the ancient docunts of the Church. It should be the origin of today’s Church.”
In the officer-exclusive private room, the als had beco slightly cold, but the Hero and the Fourteenth Princess were not focusing on the generously portioned dishes. Their pair of clear pupils urged the Sergeant with anticipation.
The Sergeant gestured with one hand, lightly tapping the tabletop with his index finger, activating a Magic Technique that reheated the food to an appropriate temperature.
“It took a bit long to say, but aside from so irrelevant details, I’ve pretty much told you everything there is to know about that Royal City.
“Although the scene at the ti is still vivid in my mind, our exploration did not proceed to the end. Those scholars did sort out many research-worthy materials, most of which were related to the culture of the Angel Ancient Country and traits of the Angel Clan. I’m not too clear on these intricacies; if you’re interested, you can learn more about them at the Knowledge Hall when you return to the Capital.”
After all, everyone has their specialization, and even though the Sergeant was an outstanding Spellcaster, his responsibilities at the ti were not research-oriented.
“Due to the extrely dangerous environnt inside the Angel Royal City, as we ventured deeper, the scholars’ Constitutions began to waver, so once we confird that the surroundings of the Royal City were relatively stable and without the risk of secondary disasters, we chose to retreat, and that was where our exploration ca to an end,” the Sergeant said frankly.
“Did you co across any other people exploring at that ti?” the Hero asked, recalling the dejected expression of the Weapon Store owner.
Before the Sergeant could answer, the Fourteenth Princess shook her head: “The ti that Forging Master went to the Royal City doesn’t coincide with the year of the exploration.”
“That makes sense…” sighed the Hero.
“The Magic Cloud there indeed possesses special properties, using it as forging material is indeed a very innovative idea.”
The Sergeant shook his head too.
“But as you now understand, the environnt of the Ancient Royal City is extrely perilous. To set up a ceremony there could likely trigger a Magic Elent upheaval, causing a small-scale Arcane Surge, and the interior of the Royal City is completely unfit for human habitation. Even the Winged People would not stay there long; chances are slim for that Forging Master.”
He spoke directly, yet there was no ground for rebuttal, leaving the Hero with no choice but to accept this reality.
“Anyway, let’s eat first.”
The conversation ca to a halt at this point, the Hero and the Fourteenth Princess began to taste the steaming hot als, yet the image of the dilapidated yet majestic scenery of the Ancient Royal City lingered in their minds, unable to be dispelled.
[The taste of the military canteen]
D40 40=d40(3) 40=43
“Indeed, the Border seems sowhat deficient in resources.” After a satisfying al, the Fourteenth Princess elegantly put down her utensils and gently wiped her lips.
Although both had only taken a modest amount of food, and did not waste any, the appraisal of this al was obviously not too high, whether from the Fourteenth Princess or the Hero.
The Fourteenth Princess aside, the Hero wasn’t too picky about food; even trying sothing cooked by a Goblin, but after all, she was a lady of the Viscount’s House, and could still tell whether the food was good or bad.
And moreover, there were no desserts… huh, but perhaps it’s normal for the military not to provide desserts?
“The Count has also considered this problem, but as of now, it has been difficult to make much improvent,” the Sergeant said with a wry smile, watching their subtle reactions.
Although the Border City is not a harshly cold place and has the support of the Arcane Industry led by the Count, coupled with the presence of nurous Adventurers and a relatively prosperous economy, it ultimately cannot change the geographical disadvantage of being distant from the Kingdom Center and often harassed by Magic Creatures.
Here, agriculture and animal husbandry are difficult to develop; relying on inland supplies co with various restrictions, and even with the Count’s astute governance, it’s impossible to conjure resources from nothing.
If one goes to an expensive high-end restaurant, it’s possible to enjoy culinary delights on par with the Capital, but in a military canteen where quantity is a priority, the taste naturally cannot aspire to much when the raw materials are restricted—it can only be said that it is edible, not inedible.
The walk after the al saw the Sergeant showing the Fourteenth Princess around the composition and operations of the Border army, discussing various complex issues along the way, while the Hero went to say goodbye to so Soldiers she was sowhat acquainted with.
Learning of the Holy Maiden’s impending departure, many Soldiers could hardly hide the loss and sadness on their faces, making the Hero feel sowhat embarrassed, unsure of when she had beco so popular.
[Did soone confess to the Hero (95 yes)]
D100=d100(86)=86
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