Chapter 414
Chapter 45: The Fallen God and the Incredible Truth
So, the magical god Olivya really is dead…
I had been guessing for quite some time, but when it was finally confirmed, it felt a bit bittersweet. If that old dragon turtle in the Black River knew about this, he’d probably feel pretty bad too.
Miss Vilyric had previously gathered some intel about this magical god from Miss Xi Fu Lin, who was once the Earth Mother Goddess. However, since the Earth Mother Goddess and the magical god are not part of the same pantheon, Xi Fu Lin’s understanding of her was not particularly detailed.
The magical god Olivya, one of the main gods of the neutral camp, not only ranked almost at the top among the gods in terms of power, but she was also reputed to have quite a nice personality, maintaining close friendships with many gods from her faction and even a handful from outside camps.
As for her title of “magical god,” it does not refer to magical beasts or demons; rather, it pertains to the concept of “magic power.”
The magical god possesses magic power that far surpasses any other existence, including other gods, and can manipulate its growth, decline, and various subtler changes at will. Even other main gods wouldn’t want to engage in a straightforward confrontation with magical god Olivya.
It is precisely because the concept of “magic power” exists in the world that beings without the ability to wield magic can create various incredible phenomena that defy common sense through imitation—what we call magic.
Thus, we can see how powerful this divine spark is.
The reason magical beasts worship the magical god is precisely because many of them, in their early beginnings, were just ordinary life forms unable to wield magic. It was the magical god who bestowed upon them their unique powers.
The old dragon turtle Nasarion in the Black River’s claim that the magical god is the “master of all magical beasts” might be somewhat exaggerated, but it’s undeniable that she is indeed the supreme faith of most magical beasts in this world.
Even far to the south in the Kingdom of Azure, there seems to be a large number of winged magical beasts under the command of their sky king, worshipping magical god Olivya.
As for any further details, Xi Fu Lin couldn’t provide much useful information since it’s normal for gods of different factions to have little to no interaction over hundreds or thousands of years unless a major event occurs or they end up fighting.
Just like during the battle that sealed the Earth Mother Goddess, all the participating gods were from the Order Camp.
Actually, Vilyric was genuinely curious—if main gods are all at least level 100 like Little Dragon Daughter, then what powerful force could cause so many gods, including the main gods, to fall?
If she were to encounter such a being, could she handle it?
So, the first question the priestess asked Tiyelu was:
“Then… do you know how the magical god fell?”
The little butterfly hesitated for a moment, flapped her wings, and a waft of white mist rose. After dissipating, the magic beings known as Nan Dao vanished, leaving only Vilyric and the Little Dragon Daughter, who was equally uncertain.
“Don’t look, it’s just a space swap. Little Nan and the others shouldn’t hear certain secrets… As for the reason for His Majesty’s fall, I’m not too sure myself. He just suddenly appeared in my mind realm one day, entrusting me with the management of the holy land, and then hurriedly left with a group of main fighters.”
“You’re not wrong, the holy land is essentially a part of His Majesty’s former divine realm. Before he left, he cut it off and preserved it in a special way, granting me authority…”
Tiyelu’s tone darkened, losing the previous lightheartedness.
“Not long after, the divine position crumbled, and the source of magic became uncontrollable, turning the mind realm into a disaster area. At that time, I realized His Majesty had probably fallen. He must have entrusted the holy land to me because he anticipated this outcome…”
Shaking her butterfly wings in annoyance, the little butterfly turned her drooping antennae back to Vilyric.
“Well, that’s all I know about the circumstances of His Majesty’s fall. Is there anything else you want to ask? The topic makes me quite irritable…”
“Um…”
What Tiyelu said certainly wasn’t the complete picture.
The magical god couldn’t have randomly divided a part of his divine realm and handed it over to his subordinate without a good reason. Tiyelu also didn’t explain in detail the exact effects and functions of the holy land; her earlier mention of the “out-of-control source of magic” and the “mind realm” had piqued Vilyric’s interest.
However, if all these details were to be brought up, it probably wouldn’t be as simple as one or two sentences; since Tiyelu mentioned them without elaboration, it indicated her intent to gloss over them.
Their relationship at the moment was merely one of cooperation or trade; it was unreasonable to expect her to reveal every secret as Xi Fu Lin did. Since the little butterfly deliberately avoided those topics, Vilyric also didn’t plan to get rebuffed.
Now there was something more pressing to inquire about from Tiyelu.
“So, what’s the deal with that Moonshadow Royal Family Youngling you all are frantically searching for?”
“What do you mean, what’s the deal? Ah… Okay, I get what you’re saying. You heard the tales from humans about some heavenly phenomenon and that the Moonshadow Clan suddenly evolved into something mythological, right?”
The little butterfly suddenly burst into a clear, melodious laugh, laced with strong disdain.
“Actually, it’s not a youngling of the Moonshadow Clan at all; or to be more precise, it’s a new source of magic raised on behalf of the Moonshadow Clan, only looking like a Moonshadow Magical Wolf on the outside. Humans don’t even have a clue and just took her away.”
“Do you think that’s why we’re so eager? The current source of magic, especially in its young form, is very unstable. If it’s not nurtured properly, it could wither, and in severe cases, explode like those magic crystals whose internal magic flow was disturbed…”
Pausing, Tiyelu dramatically raised her little wings and, in a somewhat adorable voice, made a high-pitched exclamation representing destruction.
“Boom!!!”
“?”
This is really… a bit outrageous.
Even Vilyric hadn’t imagined that the so-called mythological youngling would turn out to be this kind of thing. But upon closer consideration, what Tiyelu said made a lot of sense, and many things that were previously unclear seemed to be explained now.
The explosive power of the magic crystals she had just experienced firsthand; even a significant amount of first-tier, low-grade ones could cause such tremendous destruction. It was hard to imagine the chaos that would ensue if that source of magic mistaken for a mythological youngling were to detonate…
With this in mind, the priestess found herself puzzled and opened her mouth.
“So, you’re desperately looking for that thing to protect humans from disaster? If that’s the case, why not just tell Demon Town the truth?”
“Pah pah pah! Who wants to protect those despicable humans… It’s just that if the source of magic gets damaged or explodes in Demon Town, it’d be a major hassle for the Mountains of Ten Thousand Demons too. We just want to prevent disaster as much as possible; as for telling the humans the truth…”
The silver butterfly twitched her antennae atop her head, and even without seeing her expression, Vilyric could feel the sarcasm in Tiyelu’s voice.
“Let’s not even talk about the existence of the source of magic, which is one of our important secrets. Even if we really don’t care about that, do you think those treacherous humans who look down on us magical beings and shamefully suppress us would believe it?”
“…”
The answer was undoubtedly clear.
There was no need for anyone to tell Vilyric the answer. From her experiences and observations in Demon Town, she could conclude without hesitation.
If this were happening elsewhere, or if Liliya were handling it in person, perhaps there would be room for negotiation. However, with the source of magic in Demon Town—especially with the height of prejudice against magical beings— it had become pathetic yet strikingly real…
The truth.