The True Disaster

In the Spirit Realm, every region naturally gives rise to a lord, but in some places, the lordship is taken by non- Spirit Realm beings. For example, some high-ranking Spirit Realm Traveler will seize a region to pave the way for their own advancement.

The Deity symbolized by the book in Fran's hand is like this; He 'used' Fran to seize this territory.

But saying that He took advantage of the situation is not quite accurate. It's more accurate to say that He just happened to be in the right place at the right time, and then He went with the flow.

"Does your Deity have a name? What is it called?" Fran asked.

Angmar paused for a moment, then burst into laughter and replied:

"I used to be able to call out the name of my god in this great hall, but now I can only call him God."

Fran sighed upon hearing the reply; she had incurred the wrath of the other party's Deity.

In fact, the other side made the first move. Somehow, the Deity that Angmar worshipped suddenly sensed the presence of another Deity among the Trial participants.

Then He was immediately enraged and ordered Angmar to arrest these Spirit Realm Traveler.

The other party had a good plan: I should strike first. But it was precisely this preemptive strike that led to the current situation.

The normal procedure for their Trial should be that they are welcomed as outsiders, then Angmar personally explains what a catastrophe is, and then they struggle desperately. If they do well, they pass the Trial.

However, the interference of the Deity Angmar worshipped has left them unsure of the true nature of the 'calamity,' causing her to spend some time overthrowing the priests' 'tyrannical' rule.

This incident resulted in the opposing Deity losing out outright, while the deity who somehow attached himself to her won effortlessly... Now, all she has to do is lift a finger, and the deity she represents wins big.

This caused great misfortune for the Spirit Realm Traveler who were also participating in the Trial, forcing them to turn against these people who should have been their teammates.

She guessed that the materials she used to make the Dragon-Transformation Potion were originally auxiliary materials for their Trial, intended to help them strengthen themselves and try to pass the Trial.

Now, they're using it all to attack their own people.

Fran cleared her throat, gathered her thoughts, and asked:

"Alright, you can tell me now. Tell me what exactly happened, and what was that disaster?"

Angmar sat cross-legged and slowly said:

"That story begins from the very beginning of the temple's construction."

"The High Priest at that time was just a child from an ordinary family. He was born without a name because his parents were worried that he would die young and that it would be meaningless to give him a name hastily. So he lived like this until he was 8 years old, just the day before his parents were going to give him a name."

"He secretly ran into the valley and witnessed a scene he would never forget: a giant dragon had died there, its flesh and blood rapidly separating from its body, corroding everything, leaving only the dragon's skeleton."

"At that moment, my god descended from the High Priest's heart and told him how to deal with the situation, instructing him to gather everything and refine it into the raw material for the Divine Water — Dragon Blood."

"After that, the High Priest decided to no longer have a name, but simply call himself the High Priest, and built a temple in the Monsa City to worship my god."

Then Angmar paused for a moment and said:

"I don't know how you made the Divine Water, but our method is to offer the materials to the Deity, who then make Deity. However, I simply don't have the ability to make the Divine Water on my own anymore."

Fran nodded. She already knew that the other party couldn't make the Divine Water, which puzzled her. So why could the High Priest make it on his own?

Angmar continued:

"The Divine Water, bestowed by the gods, caused some people to grow dragon-like limbs after drinking it, leading to considerable chaos."

"And my god calls this 'selection.' Those who exhibit these characteristics after drinking the Divine Water are people with a high affinity for Dragonkin and are qualified to serve my god."

Fran nodded again, and then explained why the potions she made had such different effects.

"My God removed their distinctive features and incorporated them into the Divine Temple as his priests."

"And it was because of my outstanding performance that I was promoted to High Priest, and was able to serve my god in this Divine Temple."

Then, Angmar stopped and said through gritted teeth:

"Then, that damned High Priest betrayed my god."

This time, when he spoke the words ' High Priest,' he emphasized them with extreme hatred.

"His acts of betrayal began years ago. Instead of bringing those who showed a high affinity for Dragonkin to the Divine Temple to become priests, he secretly murdered them, using blood to complete his scheme."

"His actions were not fully exposed until two weeks ago, which caused him to lose the protection of my god. The High Priest of Rune wanted to bring him before the god and atone for his sins with his death."

"But he didn't expect that without the protection of the gods, the High Priest would still possess such power, leading to his being caught off guard and ambushed, his body taken away by the High Priest."

"Cough cough..."

Angmar coughed twice, a little out of breath, and after a moment he continued:

"Later, my god told me about the High Priest's plan."

He wanted to truly become a dragon, shedding his human body.

"It's unclear who taught him this method, or if it was left behind by the dragon that died here."

"In short, his scheme is almost in its final stages, and Rune's corpse may be the last thing he needs."

"And even now, I still haven't found any trace of him. He might be in Monsa City, or he might be outside the city."

"After his success, he will transform into a dragon, descend upon Monsa, and then reduce everything to ashes."

"I've finished speaking."

Fran frowned. She had finally found a direction to work towards, but she still had no idea how to do it.

"Did your god tell you what to do?" Fran asked.

Although Fran's question sounded a bit hellish—she had just kicked someone out, and now she was asking others for solutions—it was still absurd.

But she still had to ask, because she considered the question very important, concerning whether or not she should paste the book she had on the Divine Statue.

Angmar gave a strange look, hesitated for a moment, and then said:

"He said: Don't pay attention to it, because it's all a dream, and the dream will eventually end."

Judging from Angmar's hesitant expression, he genuinely wondered if his Deity had lost his mind, giving such advice as telling him not to do anything.

Moreover, when the topic of those outsiders came up, his own god sent him more than ten prompts overnight, urging him to kill all of them immediately.

However, his own god's previous attitude made him suspicious. Why didn't he say a word about the real enemy, but he fought desperately against a group of outsiders?

Therefore, Angmar did not actively do what his Deity had arranged for him.

"And then what? Can your Deity save Monsa?"

Angmar finally couldn't help but ask the question. His eyes were full of exhaustion as he looked at Fran with expectant eyes.