1517 The Great Old Ones... Really Exis
"Once the Evil God gets out of its seal, it will harm the world, cause widespread death, and even end the entire Norland Continent." Urien looked up at that airflow. He raised up his hand and clenched his fist in the air. Frost quickly formed an iceball, and froze that airflow before falling back into the deep hole. Layers of ice began to form rapidly, and sealed that hole instantly.
Krassu stared at the iceball sealed in the deep hole with a grave expression as he shook his head. "Your seal can only prevent its aura from escaping for a month at most. Once he gains control of others or attracts the believers of the Evil God, he can escape very quickly."
"It's better than doing nothing." Urien retrieved his hand and coughed twice loudly.
Krassu pursed his lips, and a ball of flames circulated around his body. He rubbed his hands together, and said, "Regarding the legend of the Evil God, we, too, only have that half a piece of parchment that we got from the cannibal tribe about 100 years ago. I didn't expect it to be real. This aura is indeed evil."
"The cannibal tribe only became bloodthirsty and violent after their whole tribe was bewitched by the Evil God. They already lost their rationality, and lived by depending on their twisted instincts. That's why we annihilated their tribe." Urien waved his hand gently to smooth this huge 500-meter-wide crater. The snow covered it, and apart from not having trees on top, it looked just like a normal area.
"Nobody knows what happened in the ancient times, and how many gods were sealed and hibernating in this world. However, with our power alone, we are definitely not their match," Urien said. The wrinkles on his face seemed to have gotten deeper.
"Hehe. I don't think the same as you. Fighting the Evil God seems exciting. Why don't we go down into this hole to have a look? Let's see what that Evil God looks like, and if it is really that powerful." Krassu chuckled.
"Sure. Count me in. I also want to see what these so-called gods look like." A white figure suddenly appeared on the snow and smiled at Krassu. "I will be responsible for digging it open."
"No, no, no, my lady. Please don't take it seriously. I am just joking around." Krassu quickly stopped Irina, but he soon recovered. Surprised, he asked, "What are you doing here?"
Irina pursed her lips, and matter-of-factly said, "I can also sense the thing that you guys could. My spiritual power is only a little below old Urien's. It's even more powerful than yours."
"Hehe. That's true." Krassu scratched his head, actually feeling rather speechless.
"Is it really the Evil God that is sealed underneath?" Irina curiously asked. She wasn't in a hurry to remove the ice.
She was familiar with the remnant of the aura in the air. She had encountered this mysterious aura twice: once on Borg and the evil aura that was entangling the Tree of Life, and the other time was the eerie black fog that Mag and she encountered when they went to the Boundless Sea Realm.
It was a dangerous aura that made people feel uncomfortable. Even its remnants could mess up a person's mind.
"It's an unexplainable existence, so we called it the Evil God or the Great Old One." Krassu nodded and then smiled. "Given these guys' power, they definitely ruled over a wide territory in their days. I simply wondered why they were sealed up."
"Since there is an Evil God, that means that the God of Life and other gods possibly really existed too. In this case, could there have been a war of gods, then? The evil gods lost, and were all sealed?" Irina asked curiously.
"That is a possibility. After all, besides gods, I could think of nobody else having the power to place them under a seal." Urien nodded, agreeing with Irina's deduction.
"After saying so much, why don't we go down and have a look for ourselves? I want to see what the Evil God looks like. Is it really invincible?" Irina began to get enthusiastic again.
"We can't even reach the bottom of this hole after going downward for more than 2,000 meters. Going down further, the evil aura will be so thick that it could penetrate the ice and affect my spiritual power. If we forcefully enter this hole, we will become the evil god's puppets even before we could reach the bottom," Urien calmly replied.
"There's something like that…" Irina immediately halted. She had personally seen what Borg and Alfred looked like after they were bewitched by an evil god. They sold their souls, and were no longer normal beings.
"This is the parchment that we found under the cannibal tribe's shrine after we annihilated their tribe. There's a record about the evil god. Of course, according to their belief, that was a god who could bestow upon them a very powerful strength. But they didn't know that the god that they believed in had also given them greed and bloodthirst at the same time." Urien took out a piece of parchment, and tossed it to Irina.
A bunch of red words crowded on the parchment. She read through it seriously, and apart from the spaces between words, she didn't understand a single thing.
"We have translated this parchment on and off for the past 100 years," said Krassu.
"What does it say?" Irina asked curiously. What did the whole crazy cannibalistic tribe experience?
"It listed a whole series of evil gods, and recorded their achievements. There's one last sentence…" Krassu's voice became lower.
"What is it?"
"The Great Old Ones will return one day to rule this world again!"
They fell into a complete silence.
After a moment, Irina chuckled. "They're a bunch of losers, and yet they still want to return to control the world again. Aren't they worried that they will get suppressed again?"
"Many things had disappeared since ancient times. For example, the teleportation portals that could lead to anywhere, all the complex spell formations, and the power spell formation magic casters. No one knows what can matter if the evil god breaks through the seal." Urien continued to shake his head with a grave expression. He didn't relax a bit because of Irina's words.
"Since that's the case, we will still be fighting them sooner or later." Irina kept that parchment. A light green beam appeared beneath her feet as she said, "Lend me this parchment to play with for a few days. I will return it to you a couple of days later."
"Bring me—" Before Krassu could finish speaking, Irina already disappeared together with a slowly dissipating teleportation portal.
"I don't want to take the flying steed with this old fart." Krassu flicked a disdainful look at Urien.
"You can fly back yourself." Urien waved to summon a big white eagle, and then leaped onto its back.
"Why should I fly back when there is a free flying steed for me to take? I'm not flying." Krassu snorted, and then leaped onto the eagle's back too.
***
"The Great Old Ones… really exist." Mag was staring at the parchment that Irina brought back with a surprised expression.
Krassu stared at the iceball sealed in the deep hole with a grave expression as he shook his head. "Your seal can only prevent its aura from escaping for a month at most. Once he gains control of others or attracts the believers of the Evil God, he can escape very quickly."
"It's better than doing nothing." Urien retrieved his hand and coughed twice loudly.
Krassu pursed his lips, and a ball of flames circulated around his body. He rubbed his hands together, and said, "Regarding the legend of the Evil God, we, too, only have that half a piece of parchment that we got from the cannibal tribe about 100 years ago. I didn't expect it to be real. This aura is indeed evil."
"The cannibal tribe only became bloodthirsty and violent after their whole tribe was bewitched by the Evil God. They already lost their rationality, and lived by depending on their twisted instincts. That's why we annihilated their tribe." Urien waved his hand gently to smooth this huge 500-meter-wide crater. The snow covered it, and apart from not having trees on top, it looked just like a normal area.
"Nobody knows what happened in the ancient times, and how many gods were sealed and hibernating in this world. However, with our power alone, we are definitely not their match," Urien said. The wrinkles on his face seemed to have gotten deeper.
"Hehe. I don't think the same as you. Fighting the Evil God seems exciting. Why don't we go down into this hole to have a look? Let's see what that Evil God looks like, and if it is really that powerful." Krassu chuckled.
"Sure. Count me in. I also want to see what these so-called gods look like." A white figure suddenly appeared on the snow and smiled at Krassu. "I will be responsible for digging it open."
"No, no, no, my lady. Please don't take it seriously. I am just joking around." Krassu quickly stopped Irina, but he soon recovered. Surprised, he asked, "What are you doing here?"
Irina pursed her lips, and matter-of-factly said, "I can also sense the thing that you guys could. My spiritual power is only a little below old Urien's. It's even more powerful than yours."
"Hehe. That's true." Krassu scratched his head, actually feeling rather speechless.
"Is it really the Evil God that is sealed underneath?" Irina curiously asked. She wasn't in a hurry to remove the ice.
She was familiar with the remnant of the aura in the air. She had encountered this mysterious aura twice: once on Borg and the evil aura that was entangling the Tree of Life, and the other time was the eerie black fog that Mag and she encountered when they went to the Boundless Sea Realm.
It was a dangerous aura that made people feel uncomfortable. Even its remnants could mess up a person's mind.
"It's an unexplainable existence, so we called it the Evil God or the Great Old One." Krassu nodded and then smiled. "Given these guys' power, they definitely ruled over a wide territory in their days. I simply wondered why they were sealed up."
"Since there is an Evil God, that means that the God of Life and other gods possibly really existed too. In this case, could there have been a war of gods, then? The evil gods lost, and were all sealed?" Irina asked curiously.
"That is a possibility. After all, besides gods, I could think of nobody else having the power to place them under a seal." Urien nodded, agreeing with Irina's deduction.
"After saying so much, why don't we go down and have a look for ourselves? I want to see what the Evil God looks like. Is it really invincible?" Irina began to get enthusiastic again.
"We can't even reach the bottom of this hole after going downward for more than 2,000 meters. Going down further, the evil aura will be so thick that it could penetrate the ice and affect my spiritual power. If we forcefully enter this hole, we will become the evil god's puppets even before we could reach the bottom," Urien calmly replied.
"There's something like that…" Irina immediately halted. She had personally seen what Borg and Alfred looked like after they were bewitched by an evil god. They sold their souls, and were no longer normal beings.
"This is the parchment that we found under the cannibal tribe's shrine after we annihilated their tribe. There's a record about the evil god. Of course, according to their belief, that was a god who could bestow upon them a very powerful strength. But they didn't know that the god that they believed in had also given them greed and bloodthirst at the same time." Urien took out a piece of parchment, and tossed it to Irina.
A bunch of red words crowded on the parchment. She read through it seriously, and apart from the spaces between words, she didn't understand a single thing.
"We have translated this parchment on and off for the past 100 years," said Krassu.
"What does it say?" Irina asked curiously. What did the whole crazy cannibalistic tribe experience?
"It listed a whole series of evil gods, and recorded their achievements. There's one last sentence…" Krassu's voice became lower.
"What is it?"
"The Great Old Ones will return one day to rule this world again!"
They fell into a complete silence.
After a moment, Irina chuckled. "They're a bunch of losers, and yet they still want to return to control the world again. Aren't they worried that they will get suppressed again?"
"Many things had disappeared since ancient times. For example, the teleportation portals that could lead to anywhere, all the complex spell formations, and the power spell formation magic casters. No one knows what can matter if the evil god breaks through the seal." Urien continued to shake his head with a grave expression. He didn't relax a bit because of Irina's words.
"Since that's the case, we will still be fighting them sooner or later." Irina kept that parchment. A light green beam appeared beneath her feet as she said, "Lend me this parchment to play with for a few days. I will return it to you a couple of days later."
"Bring me—" Before Krassu could finish speaking, Irina already disappeared together with a slowly dissipating teleportation portal.
"I don't want to take the flying steed with this old fart." Krassu flicked a disdainful look at Urien.
"You can fly back yourself." Urien waved to summon a big white eagle, and then leaped onto its back.
"Why should I fly back when there is a free flying steed for me to take? I'm not flying." Krassu snorted, and then leaped onto the eagle's back too.
***
"The Great Old Ones… really exist." Mag was staring at the parchment that Irina brought back with a surprised expression.
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