From Wild Mage to Wizard King.

Chapter 443 Induced Coordinates
When the orc priest completed his ascension to godhood and became a legend with a twisted posture based on the power of faith, a special breath and information spread throughout the world.

On the Moon Island, in the Moon Elf Council Hall, a Moon Elf who was writing something paused, then continued writing silently without even raising his head.

Deep in Ginza, the old man who was teaching the students softly raised his eyebrows slightly, did not do anything else, held a spell model in his right hand, and continued to teach the students.

In an academy emitting vitality, a sun elf stood on the top floor of the academy's tower, looking down silently at the students who were arguing below.

In the golden desert, a tall, steaming desert elf cheered for the glorious victory, supported by an army composed of humans, half-elves, sun elves and harpies.

In the deep and dark forest, a tiger-man sage in a scholar's robe looked at the noisy parliament with some helplessness. After glancing in the direction of the north, he ignored it and gently knocked the bell beside him with a hammer.

Just when the legends, a few high-level spellcasters and special beings chose to ignore this somewhat strange aura.

Roland, who was in the state of apocalypse, also raised his head slightly and looked towards the north with a frown.

Most of the others who sensed the existence of this aura did not notice anything wrong, but Roland, who had rich experience, was still keenly aware of the weirdness hidden in this aura.

A false god was born?

Isn't it only 65 years? And wasn't the first false god created by the Tower of Truth? Why was it created so much earlier, and in the North?
Moreover, this seems to be a false god born after the extraordinary person chose to ascend to godhood.

That's not right. Before the birth of the first artificial false god, no one knew how to use the power of faith to become a god.

Moreover, any extraordinary person who knows the truth about the false god will never choose to become a god even if he dies.

What's going on in the North?
Roland was a little confused, but he was not too worried about the situation in the North. He was just a false god, a fool who had ruined his own future. He was not a real legend, so there was nothing to worry about.

Although the false god possesses some legendary abilities, he uses the power of faith to ascend to godhood and is naturally bound by the power of faith.

First of all, he could no longer use magic power, and could only use the power of faith to fuse the divine power born from the elements. The capacity of the divine power was not only affected by the quality and number of believers, but also by himself, like other legends.

Once the power of faith is exhausted, the false god will not be able to recover any divine power. At the same time, even if there is the power of faith, if the false god has exhausted all his energy, he will not be able to synthesize new divine power.

In addition, the body, soul and five legendary elements of the pseudo-gods who have ascended to deification are basically distorted, and their energy limits are not even as good as those of legends, let alone high-level transcendents.

Therefore, the actual combat power of the false god is very humorous. Although it seems very strong, when it comes to real fighting, it can be regarded as the most watered-down legend.

When the power of faith is sufficient, the false god can still bully one or two high-level extraordinary people, but if he encounters multiple high-level extraordinary people besieging and beating him up, there is a high probability that he will be defeated.

As for when the power of faith is insufficient, the false god may not even be able to defeat an ordinary soldier, and even without anyone taking action, the false god will perish on its own due to insufficient power of faith.

With the committee's military strength in the north, killing a newly promoted false god is not a big problem at all.

The false god is not as good as the false legend like Eleanor who is promoted through sacrifice. In terms of combat power, Eleanor can easily kill the false god. In terms of future, Eleanor can slowly make up for the legendary elements that she lacked before and become a complete legend again and continue to become stronger, but the upper limit of the false god has been locked.

In addition, false gods are also sources of pollution walking in the material world, and will corrode and assimilate all living things that approach.

If ordinary legends bring about evolution and sublimation, even if affected by legends, life forms can normally embark on the extraordinary path and find their own legendary path.

Then the false gods will only destroy all hope and the erosion of faith in the future. Once completely eroded, there will be no hope for the sublimation of the body and soul. Just like the green-skinned orcs, they will completely lose hope.
Generally speaking, ordinary life forms will subconsciously stay away from the area where the false gods are before being captured and affected, and mid- and high-level extraordinary beings and legends are completely hostile to the false gods. Basically, as long as they look at each other face to face, they will be extremely disgusted and will fight to the death.

The most important point is that the personality of the extraordinary person who becomes a pseudo-god will change greatly. Although the appearance is still the same extraordinary person before, the person is actually dead. It can be said that he is two completely different individuals before and after becoming a god.

Moreover, it is not easy to become a false god. At least one has to be a high-level transcendent to be qualified to become a god. But it is better to be a high-level transcendent than to become a false god. At least a high-level transcendent still has room for improvement.

Therefore, any high-level transcendent with a normal mind would not choose to become a god. Even if their life is exhausted, they would rather reincarnate as a lich than choose to commit suicide and become a false god hated by all intelligent life forms in the world.

Roland recalled the characters with names in his memory, wondering who would be the extraordinary person who ascended to godhood.

The famous and extraordinary people in the North are basically the extraordinary people from the three civil war factions, and most of the beliefs in the North are the worship of the royal family. Combined with the power of faith required to ascend to deification, those who ascend to deification in the North should be members of the royal family of the Northern Kingdom.

The eldest prince of the Orc faction is very powerful. He is one of the few high-level extraordinary people in the North and one of the legitimate heirs of the Northern Kingdom. He has relatively stronger power and is the undisputed protagonist of the North. His probability is very high.

The Seventh Prince of the Orcs is not bad either. Although he is younger, he has inherited the advantages of both orcs and humans and is remarkable in all aspects. He has the strongest political and economic means in the Northern Kingdom and has won over many northern tribes.

The third prince of the human faction is actually okay. Although on the surface his overall strength is the weakest among the three civil war factions, as a human, he is naturally more attractive to the northern humans than the other two factions. He also has good talent and is also a high-level transcendent.

Hmm. It could also be the fourth prince who suddenly appeared in Winter City. Although according to the intelligence he seems to be only a mid-level transcendent, he dares to jump out to compete for the throne. Maybe he has hidden his true strength. Is he actually a high-level transcendent?

However, from the information sent by the shadow dancers who had searched the palace with the communication device, Roland heard a name he had never heard of before.

No? Grom? Who is this?
Orc priests?! Huh? Are there any famous orc priests in the North?
No, who the hell is this person who is ascending to godhood?
Faced with this name he had never heard of, Roland searched his memory but could not find who he was.

Forget it, don't think about it. It's just a false god anyway. Tula carries a space anchor with him anyway. If the army sent by the committee to the north cannot defeat the false god, Roland can teleport there immediately.

He sensed the [spirituality] that had been completely shaped in his body. He had now completed the construction of the two legendary elements, [Spark] and [Spirituality]. He nodded slightly. He was now considered an eighth-ring spellcaster.

As an eighth-ring spellcaster, even in a one-on-one duel, Roland with his bare hands is confident that he can kill a false god.

However, the advancement of Tula on the front line is also going very smoothly, and no news has been sent. With the committee's military strength in the north, they should be able to win.

Roland shook his head and refocused his energy on his daily government work.

On March 5th, Tula commanded the army towards Winter City and arrived at an open space a thousand meters away from Winter City.

Two days ago, after the committee army slaughtered the last batch of green-skinned orcs blocking their way, until now, the committee army has not encountered any green-skinned orcs again.

Through the reconnaissance team sent out, Tula discovered that the green-skinned orcs near Winter City were actively gathering and heading towards Winter City.

Therefore, after knowing that the green-skinned orcs were beginning to gather in Winter City, and after receiving the news from Shadow Dancer and Roland's reminder, Tula put the entire army on alert after approaching Winter City, and advanced towards Winter City in a defensive posture, very vigilantly.

After the committee's army advanced another hundred meters, the tightly closed gates of Winter City suddenly opened, and countless crazy green-skinned orcs ran out frantically.

Some relatively thin green orcs were pushed to the ground during the pushing and pulling, and were then trampled to death by countless green orcs.

After trampling countless green orcs to death, the endless green orcs filled the field of vision. However, unlike the irrational and crazy orcs in the north, these green orcs were still crazy and stupid, but they did not rush up, but waited 500 meters away from the committee.

Although there were many green-skinned orcs in front of them, the number of green-skinned orcs in front of them was not large for the committee army that had experienced the green tide's crazy attacks that lasted for several years during the heyday of Donnar.

If they were thrown into the bloody battlefield of the Northern Wall, these green-skinned orcs could at best attack the Northern Wall for an hour before they would all die.

Therefore, facing the huge number of green-skinned orcs, the committee army did not show any fear.

The committee soldiers were not afraid, let alone Tula. She ignored the green-skinned orcs in front of her and looked directly at Winter City.

In her keen perception, a terrifying, disgusting and powerful aura was lurking in Winter City.

When both sides stood still and confronted each other for less than a minute, an undisguised force emerged from Winter City.

A dazzling sacred light shot out from Winter City, illuminating the entire area. Then, a huge figure slowly rose up, and a sacred and great aura filled the surroundings.

As this breath spread, the crazy and mindless green-skinned orcs quieted down one by one, and their crazy faces gradually became gentle and relaxed.

Under the erosion of divine power, the green-skinned orcs turned around in unison, knelt down towards the huge figure of Winter City, and whispered noisy prayers.

The green-skinned orcs huddled together without caring about them at all. When they knelt down, one green-skinned orc stepped directly on the bodies of other orcs, and countless dark green flesh and blood splattered out.

The more pious the green orcs are, the weirder everything seems.

After the green orcs prayed, a sacred aura also surged towards the committee.

But it was of no use. Tula, who had been prepared, had been maintaining the battle formation of the Committee Legion. The legionnaires were divided into teams of ten, forming small formations, which were then connected one by one to form a large formation covering the entire army.

The large military formation connected the committee soldiers one by one, fighting against the erosion and assimilation of divine power together.

When the sacred aura surged, a huge and complex military formation emerged, blocking the sacred aura outside. At the same time, in Winter City, a powerful space fluctuation emerged.

Under the astonished gaze of the orc priest, the space fluctuation swept across the Elf Embassy whose shield he had just broken. The citizens and all the elves, half-elves and the entire Elf Embassy inside disappeared in his eyes.

At the moment when the orc priest was distracted, Tula also activated the induction coordinates in his hand.

High in the sky in the north, the Jackdaw was floating calmly above the clouds. In the command room, the captain of the Jackdaw opened his eyes, and the built-in core had automatically locked onto the induction activated by Tula.

"Tactical induction coordinates have been captured."

"The guidance has been turned on, the front is clear, apply for jump."

The captain spoke as he looked at the message that popped up on the screen in front of him and the voice that sounded in his ears.

"Jumping allowed."

As the captain's voice fell, the Jackdaw, which had already been prepared for the jump, started quickly.

The Jackdaw, which was suspended in the clouds, started to move, slowly moved towards the north, and began to accelerate.

At the same time, a voice spread throughout the Jackdaw.

"Everyone, please be prepared for the impact. We will be jumping in ten seconds."

Hearing this voice, the members of the Jackdaw stopped what they were doing, quickly took their positions according to the previous drills, and got ready.

"Ten, nine, eight, three, two, one."

"Start jumping."

As the words fell, a magic circle covering the entire chassis emerged under the accelerating Jackdaw. Then, the huge Jackdaw turned into a ray of light and rushed towards the induced coordinates at an astonishing speed.

Less than a minute after Tula activated the induced coordinates, the Jackdaw arrived at the battlefield at a speed that almost no one could see.

As if in the blink of an eye, the huge Jackdaw appeared out of thin air above the committee’s army.

"The jump is over."

"Shield core activated."

"Confirmed hostile entity target: false god - Grom."

In the command room of the Jackdaw, the cold voice of the Jackdaw's built-in core sounded, and a large amount of information quickly appeared on the screen.

At the same time, deep inside the Jackdaw, the large shield core devoured huge amounts of energy, and the built-in magic array was activated and strengthened and amplified through external magical devices.

A huge elemental shield quickly enveloped the entire Jackdaw.

"The space anchor has been activated and started to throw. The current standard space stability is 15."

"Confirming the main guns. Confirmed. All have been replaced with water element arrays."

"Permission to fire authorized, commencing proofreading."

As the Jackdaw was equipped for combat, the energy system built mainly from the Tears of the Luna began to take effect, and the surging magic power quickly flowed into every part of the Jackdaw through the energy system.

Inside the Jackdaw, an illusory space anchor was formed, blocking and fixing the space of the entire battlefield.

Afterwards, the Jackdaw opened its main gun muzzle, and a huge amount of water element magic power emerged from the muzzle.

(End of this chapter)