A mage? A spell engineer!

Chapter 656 Questions and Answers

"I don't understand." The old man, resembling a sage, stood at the border, towering inhabitants. "Why did you destroy everything in the end?"

"Sometimes I don't understand either. Do you have a soul, or are you just an intelligence pieced together from memories and a knowledge base?" Within the border area, Luo Xia's true form examined the tower spirit with great interest.

"The nature of the soul is a profound topic, but now is not the time to discuss it! The world has been destroyed in your hands! Why!"

"I told those archmages my motives a few minutes ago; you couldn't have missed it."

"No, no, no, no, your reasoning is invalid." The sage's voice was low, but its anger was still evident: "The laws of order and the world are not as simple as you think."

"Yes, the reason is invalid." Seeing that the ancient sage did not accept it, Rorschach readily admitted: "Even if there is only one person among the pioneer immigrants, they will bring the laws of the old world with them and allow the power of the Mother Goddess to permeate the area."

"I am an example myself. The laws of the world I carried from the past, a world without magic or divine power, have not been corrupted by Gaia to this day."

"Similarly, after the Shadow God Yis was tricked into coming here by the Lord of Order, he did not lose his divinity and power. He was just trembling with fear because of the two great gods, one male and one female."

The more sarcastic Rorschach's words became, the higher the ancient sage's anger rose. Unfortunately, it was indeed a "tower spirit," and the source of its memories, the great Lord of Light and Order, had already exhausted its power and worn down its will in the tug-of-war with the Mother Goddess.

As the "victor," Rorschach calmly stated, "The Lord of Order noticed this powerful force emanating from the laws of the world, and so did I. Furthermore, after studying your memories and knowledge, I'm certain that as long as the original world isn't completely destroyed, the effect will persist, isn't that right?"

".Yes."

"So I did a good thing! Without destruction, there can be no construction. Only when the original world is completely destroyed can the lucky ones who go to the new world get rid of the shadow of the Mother Goddess, and the marks on them from the old world will also become invalid."

"I also arranged for Dryuyaz to protect them in the new world. Similarly, He will be completely freed from the influence of the Mother Goddess and, as the myth prophesied, become the god of the new world."

The narrator became more and more excited as he spoke, and he even paced around the Tree of Law—at this time, the nodes of the Tree of Law were dimming one after another: "Although it is a pity that there is no time and ability to send everyone out, the task given to me by the Lord of Order has been completed, hasn't it?"

"The plan of the selfless Lord of Order, who dedicates everything to His beloved people, is to send a small group of people to continue civilization. I, this visitor from another world, will act as the gatekeeper and navigator, guiding them to the very end, right?"

The sage neither affirmed nor denied: "Yet you still haven't explained your final action."

"The plan of the selfless and great Lord of Light and Order has been successfully completed, so it's time to talk about His own plan." Rorschach's eyes sharpened, as if he wanted to dissect the image of an ancient sage:

"Besides being the goalkeeper, the border area seems to be a safe, and I am the best and most secure insurance. So what is stored in the safe? Obviously, there is the Tree of Law, but there is something else very important. According to my guess, the Lord of Order is not so easy to disappear. He must have a backup plan placed in the 'safe'."

As he spoke, Rorschach produced a stack of books in his hands. The mere appearance of these books illuminated the entire dormant Tree of Law with its golden light. These books originally resided in the deepest part of the "Great Library," containing restricted memories and knowledge left behind by ancient sages.

At least that's what the sage himself and the subsequent tower spirits claimed. After the God of Light's soul dissipated, the tower spirits offered to open these books, but Rorschach no longer wanted to explore them and refrained from reading them from beginning to end.

"This brings us back to our initial discussion: Are you merely an intelligence built from a database, or do you truly possess a soul?"

"I was made by your own hands!"

"But I've already been tricked by myself and my own fragmented soul on this issue once, so I have to be careful. Thinking about it carefully, this can also be attributed to the God of Order. Let's boldly assume that He compressed a part of His divine soul into these books, and when I open them, you will also become the real Him, is that correct?"

"I have no relevant knowledge and cannot answer that question."

"I don't need your answer. I've already verified it with the Church's fleet! Do you think I'm just resurrecting them repeatedly for fun? Do you think that because I'm imprisoned here by the God of Order, I'll behave like an animal in a zoo?"

Luo Xia spoke faster and faster, clearly having accumulated a great deal of emotion, which he now released: "Wrong. I've been thinking, studying the mechanism, and going through your memories and retracing my own. Everything related to the Lord of Order has been replayed in my mind a thousand times over. Damn it, do you think I would willingly be His tool and swallow this insult?"

"I keep trying to figure out His intentions. If it was just to send people to the New World, He could have done it long ago! With Thoth's help, He could have done it perfectly well. So what is the purpose of my being summoned here? Why do we need this 'safe haven'?"

"According to the Lord of Order himself, the Second Divine War was initiated by Him. The two great supernatural powers of the Silent Age—the Church of Order and the Magic Guild—were both founded by Him, or by His predecessor, the Ancient Sage. The two organizations collected and shelved myths, one denouncing them as heresy, the other monopolizing them, until the Mother Goddess was resurrected, at which point the Guild began to face the truth. Was there no guidance from Him in this?"

"Ancient myths, though vague and chaotic, with their core truths shrouded in layers, all point to the destruction of the world and hint at the birth of a new world—this is not referring to a neighboring universe, but to the replacement of this universe."

"What is united will eventually divide, and what is divided will eventually unite. The Mother Goddess's destruction of this world will also consume her, bringing complete peace. Then, the next century will begin, and all matter and energy will erupt again, forming all things in the universe. And as long as the will of the God of Order is resurrected in this 'safe haven,' this 'safe house,' He can become an exception—the last will of the old world and the first will of the new world, the only one, right?"

Taling shook his head repeatedly: "You're almost insane. What you're saying isn't even reasoning; you're just piecing together a story from scattered facts using the wildest conjectures."

"Is God only selfless and great? He seized the authority of other gods during the war of the gods. You can say that He was preparing for the end times, but did He not have any selfish motives?"

"The Lord of Order already represents the masculine aspect of this world, and His next goal is becoming increasingly clear. It's like there's only one step left on a staircase, and He cannot help but take it—He wants to become the only one, the creator!"

After Rorschach's grand declaration, the "Tower Spirit," who had been furious, suddenly calmed down: "I am just a fragment. You may have 'my' backup plan, but He will never have only this one prepared."

"Of course!" Rorschach smiled. "To be on the safe side, I deliberately sent all the church's ships into the Chaos Cloud to eliminate any future trouble. Besides, I'm not the only one who's been used as a tool by Him and is resentful."

The original prime plane, its dimensional boundaries have been eroded, its matter has fallen into illusion and chaos, and there is no longer any orderly organization to form amazing life and wisdom, to contain the spirituality and soul flowing out from the main stream of creation.

But there are exceptions. Perhaps originating from the Eternal City, a coffin floats tenaciously within the chaotic mass, almost entirely enveloped by the concentrated power of faith accumulated over centuries. Inside, the remains of a saint embrace an unassuming earthenware jar.

Suddenly, something began to wriggle laboriously from the chaotic mass, as if it were trying to form a human shape, but the surrounding dark matter, like oil, had extreme viscosity and tension.

Fortunately, this did not prevent the being from capturing the coffin and conjuring a filthy spearhead to try to pry it open.

The coffin opened, and in an instant, chaotic power devoured it and the saint's remains, leaving the ancient pottery jar intact and gleaming. The spear tip was aimed at it, and with a single thrust, Balan muttered, "This is for my donkey, my donkey!"

Then, with a second thrust, a viscous golden liquid flowed from the broken pottery jar, releasing a fierce light the instant it came into contact with the chaotic matter: "This thrust was for myself."

"To hell with the invisible god, to hell with the lord of order."

"Fuck you, Rorschach!"

This is Balan, the last voice of the god of deception.

(End of this chapter)