What's wrong with me, a mage, loving to farm?

Chapter 312. "Orbital Strike" and Project Meteor Shower

The dreamlike state of mind just moments ago was shattered by the cold reality.

The screams and groans of pain, along with the muffled sounds of knives piercing flesh, echoed across the grassland in the morning sun, including many innocent voices.

Lorissa even took a few steps back, and that cold expression returned to her face. William opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Yes, what else can be said?

Logically speaking, it's perfectly normal for the Vatican to purge "evil" orcs; he's heard about this all the time in his eighteen years of life, so there's no need to question it.

But he felt that this was wrong.

—The knights of the Papacy in the distance wore silver-white armor, almost every piece of which was spotless, but they were ruthless in their attacks, and even orc cubs would be smashed to death by them.

Blood and flesh could not even splatter onto them; the divine shield could block everything.

He didn't know if orcs were truly born sinful.

Are these knights, laughing and torturing orc cubs now... truly righteous? Are they really right?

He instinctively looked at the little blue cat. Although he had only met the little blue cat for half a day, he already had some expectations and trust in it—as if there was nothing it couldn't do.

The little blue cat, being stared at by him, showed a helpless expression, then reached into its pocket and pulled out... a sword.

It was a sword that shone with light and color. The blade was like steady sunlight, yet it faintly transmitted seven-colored light and lightning. The hilt was made of golden crystal and was full of a sacred aura.

The little blue cat struggled to hold up the sword and meowed a few times at the people in the distance. Miraculously, William understood what the cat meant—do what you want to do!

What I want to do...

Kill the Papacy's knights? Should I go?

William swallowed hard, but under the kitten's determined gaze, he took the sword and staggered towards the knights of the Papacy in the distance.

"Ahhhhh!"

They were clearly terrified.

When Luo Lisha saw this, she gritted her teeth.

But before she could rush forward, she saw William's staggering figure perfectly evade the sharp swords of the Papal knights, as if dancing, avoiding them every time with remarkable precision, a truly perilous moment.

Yet, he managed to dodge all attacks, and while in a state of panic, he still managed to kill all thirty Papal knights.

Luo Lisha: "..."

Little blue cat: "Meow!"

It looked with satisfaction at the master that Lord Cloa had chosen for it.

As the executor sent by Kroya to carry out the "Heroic Epic" plan, the most important factor in choosing a person is actually the ability to empathize.

There is no right or wrong in war, especially when it involves two races.

Now all it needs to do is present everything and let William decide for himself, forming his own set of ideas.

This must have been very painful, so painful that it couldn't help but touch its heart with its paw, looking at William with some pity, as if it knew all his hopes and sorrows, yet it was truly separated by two worlds, and could only vaguely sense his pain and fear.

Its heart, driven by the magic of "The Rainbow Poem," beat with unusual strength. The golem's soul still doesn't quite understand humans, but it is trying its best to.

Kroa's epic tale of heroism is also a study of the golem's soul—human emotions, human joys and sorrows... How can the golem be truly given "life"?

……

Clare heard what Chloe said.

The goddess didn't stop her handiwork. She glanced at Miya beside her and smiled, "You have the most special artificial soul right in front of you. Why bother with such tedious experiments?"

Miya didn't stop moving, but said, "Everything from the underworld must be exposed to the scorching light."

And so the terrifying, scorching light enveloped Kreha, and the black robe worn by the goddess of the underworld turned white under the light, as if it had been burned transparent.

In fact, Miya did want Kroya to study her, after all, she truly was a great miracle. From the Radiant Ring of Light, a treasure of the Void, to the Ark Core with a soul and self-awareness, even the slightest leak was enough to drive those scholars and mages crazy.

However, Kroya resolutely refused.

Studying Miya's physical structure was something he could barely accept—it was the fruit of the World Tree. But when it came to her soul, especially such a miraculous soul, even he felt bewildered and uneasy.

Mia knew of Kroya's worries and felt even more delighted with this friend who was more of a friend than a student. Of course, she wouldn't allow this goddess of the underworld to say anything nonsense.

"..."

The goddess of the underworld, who hadn't experienced the Ark's Great Prophecy for a long time, looked at the flames burning on her body and felt the pain that could scorch her divine power, and actually felt a little nostalgic.

It was out of this longing that He did not use His power to dispel the power of the ark; instead, He began to chat and laugh.

"Your plan should succeed."

"The human named William did not possess any special power in his body, but the suffering accumulated in his soul was very little."

This means he won't be burdened by worldly suffering, can see the beauty of the world, and holds hope for it. Hope is the brightest flame, enough to ignite even the muddiest landscape.

At this point, Kreha sighed, "These bright souls always end up in the darkest places; that's the rule of the world."

Even I can't control it.

Having stayed there for a long time, He would occasionally talk about things related to the underworld, and Kroya had gotten used to it.

He was simply curious about this information: "And what about my North? What kind of souls came?"

"That depends on how many people long to come to you," He replied. "The remaining will of the living will influence the flow of the River of the Underworld. If they longed to come to your territory in their lifetime, and with the help of my divine power, they will be able to come to your territory."

"Those who have this ability must have strong mental fortitude and be more persistent than ordinary people in doing things."

"This is hardly a secret; it's something that even the gods know, which is why so many missionaries spare no effort in spreading it."

Under the relentless erosion of suffering, even the most resilient person will yearn for a place where life can be more comfortable.

There's such a saying...

Kroya said he really didn't know.

Fortunately, he had been tirelessly promoting the story, and his apprentices also spread the tales of the North, hoping to attract more refugees.

Kreha was in a good mood, and after revealing this, she brought up another matter:

"My relationship with Mammon was terrible back then, but I never imagined that you would find His paradise now."

"Actually, I was involved in the construction of that paradise from the beginning, and the God of Nature also helped. Otherwise, there wouldn't have been so many strange magical plants and beasts."

As the goddess spoke, she suddenly remembered something: "Don't you keep a Crimson Jade Dragon? And there's a shepherd who wants its blood?"

Upon hearing Him mention this, Kroya remembered the ruby ​​dragons he had almost forgotten. For those dragons, he had even killed Duke Olivier and Duke Nar.

That dragon is indeed very important, but it's taking far too long to hatch.

A few years is but a blink of an eye for dragon eggs. Since they haven't hatched yet, he really can't focus his attention on them much longer.

However, Kreha suddenly mentioned that they were...

Kroya looked puzzled.

"Would you like to carve out a piece of that paradise and move it to the main plane of existence?"

"Miya, your space particle cannon back then... you must have used dragon blood to stabilize it, right?"

Miya, who had remained silent, glanced up at Kreha: "That's a method that requires a divine kingdom to use. Do you want Kroya to walk the path of the gods?"

After saying that, He took the initiative to explain to Kroa: "There is a way to fix the minor plane in the outer space and use its power to attack the main plane."

The Titan Friends' Startown is built on such a small plane. They are high above, able to unleash powerful magic comparable to divine punishment at any time. This is the ultimate means of the Mage Guild.

The Ark once used a similar method, watering a special type of pea with the blood of a red dragon to create nodes within the Ark.

...What kind of orbital strike is this?

But why does that sound so familiar? Isn't his constellation equivalent to a more advanced orbital strike?

He didn't mince words with Miya, directly asking, "Is it really impossible for me to do this with my current strength?"

After a moment of silence, Miya replied, "Such a massive exchange of spatial magic requires the authority of a demigod, similar to that of a mermaid."

But outer space...

etc."

He suddenly realized something very important: "Didn't the Fallen Angels promise to give you the fragments of the Ark and special mineral veins? Kreha, isn't that what you were after?"

Kreha nodded: "That's right."

"If my information is correct, the mine that the Church of Light occupies in the lower plane should be a derivative of the 'Infinity' one of the Sky Orbs."

Its interior doesn't store any Void Magic, but it possesses Void Power closest to the essence of space. Add to that a piece of the Ark's dragon bone... and it's definitely enough to gain the help of the world's consciousness.

All you have to do is extract some of the life essence of the Ruby Dragon, the most vigorous dragon species on the Zemurio continent.

Once a piece of the puzzle can be formed and fixed in place, the rest will be much easier.

My friend, you will be qualified to experience the special power of the 'World Puzzle,' one of the creation magics.

As He spoke these words, He kept watching Mia's reaction, but she showed no expression at all, as if He wasn't the one being spoken to.

Only after Kreha finished speaking did He slowly say, "You've been subtly hinting at this to me far too many times lately... I am the Ring of Radiance."

My current identity is Mia, the mentor of Duke Han Reef of the Kingdom of Norant on the continent of Zemurio.

He bluntly exposed the guy's little scheme: "He is worried that I will seek revenge on the gods after I find the fragments, and that my core has been corrupted by hatred."

See? This is what a god is.

His own hatred hadn't faded with time, and he suspected that my hatred still existed—so powerful, yet so petty.

Miya put down the woolen grass in her hand and lazily stretched: "You're just envious of me having such a good friend!"

The goddess of the underworld was so angry that she crushed the wool in her hand.

Kroya finally understood what these two gods and treasures, who were over ten thousand years old combined, meant—Kreha wanted revenge and wanted to test whether Mia had truly let go, while Mia indicated that she had Kroya and didn't need to lift a finger herself.

He shook his head speechlessly: "Goddess of the Underworld, Teacher Miya, you can explain things more clearly in the future."

His answer was an endless black mist—the legendary mist of the underworld that could confuse even gods and the dead. The goddess of the underworld refused to see Kroya and secluded herself in seclusion.

However, one book was still thrown out before it was completely sealed off.

The book's cover reads "Star Array: A Clever Way to Contain the Gods," and without even flipping through it, one knows that its contents are likely methods for fixing a plane in outer space.

"..."

"How petty! I only said a few words."

After escaping the mist, Kroya looked at the fog that covered almost half the plane and had no choice but to return to his mage tower.

Sitting in his spacious and comfortable mage tower, he quietly watched the beautiful scenery of the North reflected in the window, and slowly looked up at a clear starry sky.

—Miya must be furious too, right?

Having a complete and perfect soul consciousness, He must be very angry about what the Church of Light and the Church of the Earth Mother are doing now.

They once breached the ark in the name of doing what's best for the world, but now, in their desire for a rapid awakening, they're creating this disaster...

He suddenly realized that his plan was too slow, and he was eager to give the Vatican a hard time.

I don't know if this will help me.

"Give me this now, it should be useful, right?"

"Hmm... I need to urge the Fallen Angels to deliver the goods quickly."

He pondered for a moment, then opened the book that Kreha had given him and began to read the knowledge inside.

At first, he didn't care much, not knowing if he could even use it. But the more he looked at it, the brighter his eyes became. Finally, he slammed his hand on the desk and exclaimed, "This magic is practically tailor-made for me!"

He paced back and forth in the mage tower, his heart gradually burning with passion.

This magic appears to fix a separate microplane in outer space and project its power into reality to carry out an attack similar to orbital bombing.

However, the concept of a "small plane" should actually be called "superior power." The spatial power that can constitute a small plane is of course an extremely special superior power.

In other words, if there is a medium that is also a superior force, it can also be fixed in outer space.

What a coincidence!

His constellation is a truly superior power that can transcend the astral plane and the mortal world. He could easily set up a miniature constellation in outer space and present the Holy See with a spectacular meteor shower!

Thinking of this, he immediately got up and used the spatial magic circle to rush to his floating island, eager to try and make a big splash.

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(End of this chapter)