Return to the Front Lines

"It indeed has the ability to interfere with the threads of fate. You were right about that."

In the Council Hall of the Eternal City of Truth, the Curse Crown spoke slowly.

"But you misjudged one thing. Excavating the ruins of a previous civilization is equivalent to altering the threads of fate of an entire civilization.

Even it cannot accomplish such a thing easily.

The fluctuations of fate required would be vast beyond measure. Without several thousand years of guidance and accumulation, it could not possibly amass them."

"So the suspected previous-civilization technology on the front lines was simply the Star River Mayfly getting lucky?"

Beside the Curse Crown, the Shaping Crown frowned, a trace of irritation in his voice.

The Wizards of the Shaping School hated things as mysterious and intangible as fate the most, because no matter how powerful their spells were, they could not affect something untouched by interference from the Material World.

Yet now, they had no choice but to fight such an enemy.

The Curse Crown shook his head slightly.

"Not necessarily. The Civilization Devourer's methods of stirring the threads of fate are exceedingly subtle. These previous-era technologies may very well be products of his influence.

After all, from what we can see so far, these things have little impact on the war. The repercussions required are correspondingly limited."

"So what is he trying to do?"

There was a hint of confusion in the Alchemy Crown's voice.

"Maintain the balance of the battlefield, prolong the war, and thereby drain our energy and strength, deepening the gaps and estrangement between us.

So that we cannot spare the effort to form an alliance against him."

Richard's voice was low, as though he were recounting some forbidden secret.

"It feeds on war. The defeated are its nourishment. Those