The Demonic Beasts Disappear
In addition, he works Mu Ri and night and has no time to cultivate Mana, not to mention his poor Talent... In short, his physical condition is just at the level of an ordinary person.
"Then why did it suddenly become so powerful?"
Mu Ri for a while, his gaze fell on the Silver-White Book, then on the paper records of the "Book of Creation" and the "God Incarnation Faction".
"Belief..."
He murmured.
Outside the window, someone is chanting.
That was Ritual by the God Incarnation Faction.
They stood in a circle, their voices perfectly synchronized, as if they had rehearsed countless times.
"The world is a vast book... and the spirit of that book is the God... the incarnation of the God walks among humankind... leading humanity to the highest realm..."
Mu Ri I listened to the chanting and looked at the book in my hand, I suddenly understood something.
Those people's beliefs may be turning into something... real.
"The correct way to use [Power of All Beings] is here."
The moment the message came back from her Subconscious, Su Luo put down the book she was reading and turned her gaze to the Mu Ri.
Su Luo's original plan was simple: to use the information panel as a carrier of faith. He modified the panel into the shape of Silver-White Book, making it convenient to store Power of Faith and to access it at any time.
He planned to wait until the Tracing Light Civilization Development to a certain stage before letting them discover and develop the methods of Power of Faith on their own, which would be more natural and in line with the laws of Civilization Development.
But by a twist of Fortuitous Opportunity, Mu Ri himself became one of the carriers of faith.
Those followers of the "God Incarnation Faction chanted prayers to the Mu Ri. Their faith did not flow to the Silver-White Book, but directly to the Mu Ri.
Over time, those invisible forces settled and accumulated within him, eventually transforming into real and tangible strength.
"So it seems that [Power of All Beings] truly deserves its name as Attribute- based skill; all you need to play it is faith. Judging by the efficiency of purple-level skills, a sect with 100,000 followers could probably support a powerful individual with a Main Attribute of 18..."
Su Luo did the math and felt that these Attribute- based skills were really powerful.
The main issue is that Su Luo cannot yet see the upper limit of this type of faith-enhanced Attribute skill.
It is more like a form of soft power, depending on the number and devotion of believers, and on the development and spread of civilization.
In theory, if everyone on Origin Star believed in the Mu Ri...
Su Luo shook her head, setting the tone.
Two paths. One path is for the Silver-White Book to continue storing the Power of Faith and collecting data; the other path is for the individual to Mu Ri developing the main uses of the [Power of All Beings].
Su Luo began spending Civilization Points to upgrade the [Power of All Beings] for the Mu Ri...
The endless Magic Beast Tide ended, and peace was restored to Origin Star.
But the cracks in the ground did not heal, and the Mana continued to emanate.
Over the past five years, the Mana overflowing from the cracks in the earth, combined with the Mana released from the deaths of magical beasts, has completely changed the environment of the entire world.
An ordinary person can absorb Mana in most parts of Origin Star, even if it is extremely thin, but at least there is some.
The age of Mana has finally arrived in full force.
The various stubbornly resisting civilizations finally breathed a sigh of relief, having the energy to explore Spell and elements, the resources to advance into the Electronic Age, to build colossal ships for long voyages, and to establish a glorious history.
But the Suguang Civilization remained silent.
Five years.
Five whole years.
Over the course of five years, the earth cracked open, monsters surged from the ground, and humans were harvested like wheat.
In five years, the Suguang Civilization dwindled from 780,000 to 500,000, and every inch of their land was soaked in blood.
For five years, the roar of Steam heavy armor, the flashes of Spell light, and the sound of chainsaw swords slicing through the scales of magical beasts became the background noise in countless people's nightmares.
Then, overnight, the monsters disappeared.
Those ferocious beasts, those monsters that emerged from the cracks in the earth, those things that directly or indirectly killed humans—all of them vanished.
Vanished without a trace.
The army of the Suguang Civilization stopped thirty miles away from the crevice, staring blankly ahead.
At the very front was a state-of-the-art tank. Forged from high-quality steel, it weighed over a hundred tons, with a cannon mounted on its turret and Steam- powered chainsaw blades on both sides, specifically designed to deal with those tough, heavy-duty behemoths.
A person was standing on top of the tank.
Mu Ri.
Mu Ri held the Authority Sword that represented his power in his hand, but he was also somewhat bewildered.
Behind them, a vast army stretched out. Infantrymen with spears formed squares, armored warriors stood in ranks, and the accompanying mages stood at the very back, their staffs still shimmering with lingering Mana light.
At the rear of the procession, dozens of cannons were being pulled by mules and horses, their muzzles raised high, aimed at the land ahead that had once been teeming with monsters.
They are launching a counterattack to settle scores.
Counterattack!
A counterattack against the monsters that have brought blood and death to the world and humanity!
They have recaptured their lost territory— Changhe City.
Using this as a base, they restarted the factory, began to slaughter monsters, and advanced into the fissure.
Factories operated day and night, forging weapons, assembling tanks, and manufacturing ammunition; armies trained tirelessly, practicing tactics, refining coordination, and enhancing their strength. The entire civilization tightened its belt, investing every penny of its resources into this "final war."
They will venture into the earth's fissures and annihilate all the monsters.
Then--
Warcraft vanished on its own. It disappeared without a trace overnight.
This left the Suguang Civilization, which had been fighting for years and preparing for the final battle for nearly a year, feeling as if they were Fist cotton, with no way to exert their strength.
What's the next step?
Below, the tank driver muttered to himself, somewhat unaccustomed to the situation.
This was the first time that tanks, as a type of war vehicle, had appeared on Origin Star. They were originally prepared for a fierce battle, and the drivers had been training for nearly two years in advance, with the training pressure driving them to the brink of madness.
I'd already taken my pants off, and you're telling me I didn't bring any lucky charm with me today?
The tank driver stared at the Mu Ri overhead, pondered for a moment, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration:
"The Northern Expedition will only drain our national strength; we should follow the example of our ancestors. The demons tremble before the God of War of the gods; who dares to be the vanguard of the Northern Expedition? What is there to fear! Having inherited the will of the Gods, how can we remain stagnant?! Hmm... Ha!! I!! Tracing Light, will only advance, never retreat!!..."
"Shut up." Mu Ri's voice came from above.
The driver immediately shut his mouth.
Mu Ri glanced down at him, a hint of helplessness in her eyes.
After so many years of oppressive rule, the overall mental state of civilization seems to have become somewhat morbid.
"It might be some kind of periodic gathering and homing of monsters..."
Just as Mu Ri was about to say something to reassure the troops, a series of ringing notification sounds suddenly rang in his mind.
That's the sound from the control panel.
[Current Normal Quest: End the Warcraft Crisis (Completed)]