Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

This long-lost name made Celie's heart skip a beat.

That was the name Lord often used when he first met her. Later, as they became closer, he rarely called her that.

"Besides," Lord continued, "I can't take this thing to the grave. I'll have to give it to you for safekeeping in the end, so I might as well give it to you sooner rather than later."

"Short and stupid guy!" she muttered softly, "Don't say such unlucky words!"

I originally wanted to say "human beings are short-lived", but when the words came to my lips I didn't dare to say them out loud.

She suddenly felt a little afraid of that day.

Lord pretended not to hear and continued, "When we get to the Elf Forest, I'm counting on you to take me to see the Sword of Holy Power. I heard that only a true saint can pull it out. Is that true?"

"Of course!" Celie replied without hesitation, "I've tried it before, but unfortunately."

She suddenly realized that she had let the cat out of the bag and quickly stopped talking.

But Lord had caught on to the message.

"Oh? So our genius wizard isn't the true saint after all!"

"Long-winded!"

Celie pretended to kick him, but when she raised her calf halfway she gently lowered it.

Their eyes met in the air and they smiled at the same time.

Chapter 88: Using the Power of Faith

In the evening, everyone sat around the bonfire in the elf village.

Lord placed the three-piece fragment of Elsword on the open space in the middle. The silver sword body glowed faintly in the firelight.

"The situation is worse than we imagined." Lord sighed, his fingers gently stroking the debris. "Elsword is completely destroyed, and Org has temporarily lost his power."

Norn carefully picked up a piece of the fragment and asked, "Even the holy sword can be destroyed. Is this the power of God?"

"If she can't even destroy the holy sword, then she shouldn't call herself a god," Celie retorted.

"There's nothing we can do. Elsword isn't Org after all, so it's only natural that it can't withstand the power of the gods. I'll ask Durol for a recast when I get back."

Lord still felt very ashamed.

He had clearly promised Durol that he would make this holy sword and his name famous throughout the world.

Now it seems impossible.

"I feel like the other party will be very angry." Eric complained.

Duror had tried his best to forge Elsword. Eric still remembered the proud expression on Lord's face when he handed the sword to him.

As a result, before even a year had passed, it was broken into three sections.

If the other party knew about this, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he would be so angry that he would jump up and down.

"I think they should understand. After all, this was created by a god. Besides Org, this is the only holy sword that can rival a god."

The dwarf Thorm spoke appropriately.

If the Elsword was broken by a strong person from another race, then Duror would indeed be angry.

On the one hand, he was angry at his poor forging skills, and on the other hand, he was angry at Lord for not properly utilizing the power of Elsword.

But if it is a god, it is another matter.

Anyway, if it's your own, you should be very proud, right?

Som wasn't sure either.

"Alas, what makes me more sad is the treasures in the treasury. They are all gone!" Eric showed a mask of pain.

The situation was urgent at the time, and Lord and Celie could only protect the area around everyone. It was impossible to protect other places.

Therefore, all the treasures were turned into ashes under the divine attack of the Skywing Clan.

Only the magic books carried by Lord and Celie survived.

All the magic items he had with him were used up in the battle with the gods, so it could be said that his exploration was in vain.

"Come on! You're already feeling bad, but even a dwarf like me isn't feeling bad at all."

The dwarf Thorm patted the guy on the back in annoyance.

As for being angry, only a real dwarf like me should be angry, why are you so angry too!

"Hehe! I'm just angry for you!" Eric laughed awkwardly.

"I'm sorry!" Olivia sat next to Lord and lowered her head to apologize.

"Don't bow your head, Huang, cough, ignore this guy."

Lord quickly spoke up to help.

"Humph! You're quite careless."

Celie pouted. She was sitting on the other side of Lord and naturally understood that Lord was not going to let anyone pursue the matter.

"Well! If the old doesn't go, the new won't come, right?"

Seeing that his elf friend was unhappy, Lord quickly rubbed the other's little head to comfort him.

"Don't touch my head! You idiot!"

Celie shook her head slightly in protest, but she was still quite happy in her heart.

"If the old doesn't go, the new won't come, right? That's a pretty good saying." Norn muttered to himself, deciding to add it to his magic book. "Actually, I'd like to ask, what is the source of the gods' power, Miss Olivia?"

"Some of it comes from the power of faith, but the most comes from the power of the gods themselves."

Olivia stroked her silver wings and continued to explain, "Just like the power of our Skywing faith can enhance the power of the Goddess, the power of the Goddess herself is the foundation. The same is true for the Elves."

Both the elves and the Skywing believe in the Goddess of Life, but the former's faith is far less pure than the latter's.

After all, all members of the Skywing tribe are loyal servants of the gods, and can be said to be fanatical believers, while the elves and elves like Celiai are naturally incomparable.

But the power of faith is only a small part of the power of God.

"That is to say, even if we cut off the source of faith in the false god, she will still possess powerful divine power?" Celie said thoughtfully.

"Yes." Olivia nodded. "But it will still have some impact. It's just that it's impossible for us to sever this connection."

At present, everyone speculates that there is a connection between the false god and the demons, but it is impossible for them to kill all the demons, which is unrealistic.

Lord suddenly thought of something: "Then is it possible to use magic to sever the connection between the goddess and the demons?"

Could I even use this connection in reverse, transferring the power of faith to myself?

But the suggestion was too scary, so he didn't say it out loud.

"But I've never heard of such magic."

Olivia had never heard of magic that could sever the connection between gods and their believers.

"Then I'll give it a try."

"Do you have any idea?" Celie asked.

"A little bit, but I'd rather try another method." Lord suddenly stood up: "I'm wondering if I can use the power of this faith?"

Olivia's wings fluttered slightly. "What do you mean?"

"Olivia, you are my dependent now." Lord opened the holy book. "Theoretically, I can also use the power of this faith."

After all, I am still too weak now.

Even if Olivia was the only one who believed in it, Lord would give it a try.

"Are you crazy?" Celie hurriedly stopped him. "How could a human body possibly withstand the power of faith? There's absolutely no record of this in history!"

"Under normal circumstances, it's certainly not possible." Lord pointed to a page in the holy book, "But it records a kind of magic that can temporarily store the power of faith in the holy object."

The bodies of ordinary creatures, whether elves or Skywings, cannot withstand the power of faith. Only gods in this world can absorb this power.

So Lord decided to take a different approach.

"I want to use the fragments of Elsword as a container to contain this power."

Lord wanted to pass down this sword, so he naturally couldn't let it die here.

Olivia leaned in to examine it. "It's possible, but it would be dangerous."

The magic in the original text is that the gods themselves infuse the power of faith into the container, so naturally there will be no problem.

But now, Lord is going to try it himself.

No one knows how dangerous this is.

P.S. The more I write, the less it feels right. I’ve deleted and deleted this chapter over and over again, but I still feel like it’s not good enough. I’m very sorry for posting it so late.

Chapter 89: Skywing Tribe "I'm back!"

"It's okay, I'm just trying. Besides, Olivia, you're the only one with the power of faith, so it shouldn't be too dangerous."

Lord was also a little unconfident.

But the gods were too powerful, and he had to use some unusual methods to have a chance of winning.

Since the human body cannot bear the power of faith, let's transfer this power to the holy sword.

Both, whether it is Elsword or Orger, will become the true holy sword of killing god.

Celia bit her lip and said, "It's too risky. What if..."

"But we have no choice." Lord's voice was firm. "Only in this way can I see a glimmer of possibility of killing God."

Before facing the gods, Lord always believed that as long as he continued to create powerful magic, he would one day be able to develop magic that could harm the gods.

But after facing the gods, Lord understood that human power has its limits.

Ordinary magic cannot harm gods.

Finally, Celie nodded slowly: "Okay, go for it! No matter what, I will always be by your side."

Lord smiled and said, "She is truly worthy of being our genius magician lady!"