Chapter 459: God-child

Walking out of the time tunnel again, Murphy felt a moment of emotion.

This was already the umpteenth time travel, so much so that he had already begun to get used to such unconventional things.

He was becoming more and more familiar with time travel and had gradually grasped some things. That line of time was becoming more and more like a physical entity in his perception. Perhaps, it wouldn't be long before he could travel through time without relying on a time converter.

Perhaps because time travel utilized some characteristics of the spirit realm, every time he traveled through time, his spatial position would change. The place where he appeared this time was a coastline. Although there were no road signs, Murphy recognized from the unique chalk geology that this was the White Cliffs of Dover in southeast England.

The warm and gentle sunlight shone on his face, making him feel a long-lost comfort after staying in the gloomy forest covered by ice and snow in Norway for too long.

In order to promote the "Twilight of the Gods" experiment, he incarnated as Loki. Although he had many hole cards to ensure his own safety, playing against a group of professional gods who change vests was not a moment of relaxation. Even if he often avoided excessive investigation through time jumps, he still felt extremely tired.

But compared to the gains, these efforts were all worth it.

First, the Twilight of the Gods experiment was a complete success, and he had gained some insights into how to guide a large-scale "ritual" based on "stories" and "legends."

He had mastered some laws of faith and learned to manipulate gods through weaving "stories." This is a natural flaw in the gods' faith system, even if the gods themselves are aware of this flaw, they are helpless.

This would prepare him for his next real layout.

Secondly, he had collected enough divine power in the "Twilight of the Gods."

More than a hundred years before the Twilight of the Gods, during his conspiracy with Apollo and Hades, he thought of a way to solve the problem of the disaster of the gods.

That is, to imprison and restrict the gods through their own divine power.

The versatility of divine power is too strong. Restricting gods through external means—such as the god-imprisoning cages he used in the war with gods in the future—would be gradually dismantled by gods due to various small loopholes or flaws.

Only by using the mutual locking cage built by their own power can they be controlled for a long time.

After more than a hundred years of revision, he had already determined the specific plan, and one of its most important prerequisites was to collect enough divine power to serve as initial startup capital.

Murphy's gaze looked towards the distant East, and he put a golden ring on his right hand.

In an instant, he felt a group of metal containing infinite power sleeping in the silt at the bottom of the Rhine, thousands of kilometers away.

And as long as he wanted, he could control that gold at any time through the ring in his hand, reshape it, and exert power sufficient to destroy a divine domain.

Yes, there are two Nibelungen Rings.

Both are crafted from magic gold. One can absorb and automatically convert divine power, and even accommodate divine offices by relying on the self-evolution characteristics of magic metal, thereby bringing huge power amplification to its user.

But it is only a terminal.

The true control of the Nibelungen Ring has always been in the ring Murphy is wearing.

However, collecting divine power was not Murphy's entire purpose in creating the Nibelungen Ring.

His other purpose was to bless and confirm the existence of Rhine gold through the ritual of the Twilight of the Gods.

He implanted the concept of Rhine gold into the legend, making it the core of the Twilight of the Gods ritual, which led to this object, which was originally just ordinary magic gold, being transformed into a true mythological substance that could influence the world through the lies Murphy fabricated.

That gold, which is currently sleeping in the silt at the bottom of the river, is already the most powerful magic carrier in this world.

It will become the core material for that cage of gods.

Murphy felt the surging magic coming from far away and quietly suppressed the idea of taking out that gold now.

It's not time yet, there is still some groundwork to be done.

Thinking of this, he reluctantly took off the ring and teleported to the side of a cliff.

In his memory, this should be the location of Camelot where he had been, but at this moment, there was no steep castle standing here, but a camp spread out on the hillside, countless tents connected into pieces, and wooden stakes were tied on the outside, looking more like a military camp.

Murphy appeared and attracted the attention of many people. Several soldiers hesitated, but in the end, they didn't dare to surround him.

Murphy looked around and found that there were many alien creatures in this camp. At a glance, he saw several kinds of non-human intelligent species, including fairies, centaurs, and satyrs.

And what made him feel more peculiar was the proportion of wizards here.

In his magic vision, more than half of the humans in the camp had the brilliance of magic flowing on them. Not only those who looked like wizards, but even the blacksmiths and the women squatting by the stream washing clothes were actually wizards.

This was actually a wizard gathering place.

While he was looking around, an officer-like person walked up and reached out to grab Murphy's shoulder, but was dodged by the latter.

"Wizard! Whose side are you on? What are you doing here? Go back to your post!"

Murphy looked at the other party somewhat inexplicably, "My post?"

The officer became vigilant and looked at Murphy, "Who are you? Why have I never seen you?"

Saying this, he drew a sword, and what made Murphy feel strange was that the sword was actually a magic metal creation. He pointed the sword tip at Murphy, and the soldiers behind him also drew their weapons, looking like they were facing a great enemy.

"State your identity!" the officer shouted, "Otherwise I will treat you as a spy!"

Murphy hesitated. These people's martial power couldn't hurt him at all, and defeating them would be easy, but Murphy was interested in this camp and didn't want to stand in an opposing position right away.

However, his hesitation was taken as proof that he had no legal identity. The officer shouted, "Catch him!"

Saying this, he came up and prepared to capture Murphy.

It seemed that a conflict was inevitable. This military camp seemed to be in a very tense state.

Murphy naturally couldn't let the other party attack, and was just about to go invisible and leave the battlefield, when at this moment, a limping man in a tattered robe rushed up and protected Murphy behind him, "Stop, stop! He is our companion, a subordinate of Merlin's god-child!"

The officer's sword tip almost stabbed the man, but finally stopped. Looking at the newcomer, he shouted: "Merdin Wilt, do you dare to guarantee for this person?!"

"Yes, this is a wizard brother who just joined us. I invited him to serve Merlin."

The officer left full of suspicion. Merdin looked at the other party walking away and pulled Murphy to the side, saying: "No matter what rumors you heard that brought you here, they are all fake. Before Merlin discovers you, leave quickly. This is not a sanctuary for wizards, and Merlin is not a savior for wizards. He is a warlord like those Christians who hunt us. He is just..."

However, his words stopped abruptly. A giant hand made of branches and vines grabbed Merdin's neck from behind and lifted him up.

A young male wizard wearing a robe woven from feathers walked out of the crowd.

"Merdin Wilt, I warned you, if I hear you speaking ill of me behind my back again, I will kill you."

"You have already lost a leg for this."

"But it's a pity, it seems you haven't learned your lesson."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 460 =====