Chapter 666: Immortality and Cleanliness

Are gods truly immortal?

Actually, I asked Mistral this question when I was promoted to the eighth tier last time.

At the time, our magic goddess had her skirt hiked up to her waist, tiptoeing to match the height of some forest warden, and her snow-white, plump legs are still etched in my mind.

Several divine halos hovering behind her head swayed with each motion.

The mysterious and noble goddess’s panting sounded more like that of an uninitiated girl—breathless, clumsy, and endearingly naive.

She answered my questions while gripping the mana wall, jerking with each thrust.

Probably because her thoughts were severely distracted then, she rambled on at length without hitting the point.

To summarize:

The most vital divine power among gods is the fusion with a certain law or domain.

For example, Mistral, as the first-generation goddess, her divine spark allows her to fuse with the magic domain, spell domain, and multiple other domains.

Where magic exists, where spells exist, there she exists.

Even if she is physically destroyed one day, as long as there are people on the continent who use magic, she will never truly die.

And she forged the Magic Web canopy, covering the land with the fusion of multiple domains.

Her power rose in tandem with the number of people linked to the Magic Web.

Had Mistral not devoted nearly all her attention to fighting the invasion from another dimension, my father Luo De might already have ruled this continent with impunity.

The moon goddess Luka is the same.

As long as races that worship the moon still exist, She who controls the moon domain can claim her share.

Unless her divinity is stripped away, she cannot be utterly killed.

But even the demonic gods of the First Era couldn’t accomplish that—let alone Luo De.

A flicker of disdain passed through Luka’s shattered eyeball.

“Seal? Enslavement incantation? Human Luo De, never mind your magical proficiency—do you really think any enslavement spell can control a god? How laughable.”

Luo De didn’t respond to Her.

He fiddled with the [Far-Speech Chain], locating the elf Kalist.

He had memorized the sealing runes, but that didn’t mean he knew how to use them.

This was the time to call on our magic encyclopedia.

【Luo De: Miss Kali, are you there?】

【Kalist: Speak.】

Instant reply.

Miss Kali had been holed up in her lab investigating the beast-mutation blood from Shepherd Village—her instant reply meant she was free.

Luo De briefly explained the current situation.

【Kalist: An ancient god?! Where is it?!】

Her voice was astonished, tinged with excitement.

Luo De knew she was definitely interested.

【Luo De: This labyrinth is controlled by the Star-Spirit Star Association—they won’t let you in.】

【Kalist: Star-Spirit Hali? Hmph. The forest isn’t that big, human—don’t bring another woman back again.】

That cold snort made Luo De picture her scowling face.

He glanced at the puppet on the ground and the four organs.

That shouldn’t count as a woman, right?

【Kalist: You mean the ancient script? Open shared vision—I’ll take a look.】

After the [Far-Speech Chain] fully digested the second dragon body material of the Cursed Dragon Naolin, it gained a more comprehensive effect.

Shared vision isn’t quite like a video call.

The former only lets you see the shared person’s viewpoint—not their appearance.

Luo De and Kalist, both first-time users, immediately shared their visual fields with each other.

Whoosh—

After a blur, Luo De saw the interior of the familiar magic treehouse.

The table was piled with experimental materials, magical apparatus, and bubbling distillation bubbles.

There, quietly resting on the empty space of the table, were the unicorn statue and a pile of magical jewelry—all gifts from Luo De.

In addition, the table held cotton cloth, clean water, and various cleaning and maintenance tools.

In the scene:

A pair of snow-white, perfect hands were wiping a magical bracelet—Luo De remembered, this was the first magical item he ever gave Kalist.

She had stubbornly claimed elves didn’t need external trinkets.

【Mmm…】

Suddenly, the hands froze—the owner realized she was sharing her vision, and frantically shoved the jewelry box and unicorn statue aside.

Then she quickly reacted, closed her eyes, and adjusted the [Far-Speech Chain] to receive shared vision only.

【Kalist: Cough… The dust has been too thick lately; dust might affect magical effects. I’m just cleaning for the first time. What are you laughing at?!】

Luo De stopped teasing her.

After a brief calming, he returned to the matter at hand.

【Kalist: Tethrokk script—a rare written system recorded in First Era ruins, belonging to an ancient lizardman tribe called Bank.】

【Luo De: Belonging to a single tribe? So every tribe had its own script?】

【Kalist: Exactly. Ancient lizardmen believed scripts embodied different powers and beliefs; tribes worshipping different deities naturally had their own scripts. Fortunately, their structures and sealing barriers were primitive—even you, an ignorant fool, could imitate them—but…】

【Luo De: But?】

【Kalist: But merely imitating won’t grant any real power—it likely contains a force distinct from mana and spirit. Let me think how to modify it.】

【Luo De: How long will it take?】

【Kalist: A month.】

Luo De grimaced.

“I can’t wait that long.”

【Kalist: Do you think modifying a ritual happens in the blink of an eye? I bet you don’t even understand basic spellcraft! Come to class tomorrow!】

The elf girl’s voice was irritable.

Luka’s eyeball still sneered: “Out of options now, human? These are ancient lizardman incantations fueled by the faith of those vermin—do you really think you can use them?”

Luo De paused: “Faith? Lizardman faith?”

He scrolled through his panel and saw the new occult art he had recently obtained from the Natural Phase Source State.

【Superstitious Obsession: Excessive wariness toward mystical symbols or magical items outside ancient lizardman faith reduces effectiveness by 10%; enhances effectiveness by 20% toward those within the faith.】

“This Tethrokk script should count as a mystical symbol, right?”

Saying this,

Luo De picked up the silver knife and carved a few simple symbols onto the puppet.

Immediately, silver light flared.

【Kalist: Success? And even stronger effect?! What did you do?!】

The elf girl’s astonishment pleased Luo De immensely.

The silver knife twirled triumphantly in midair.

【Just a little trick.】

【Hmph. What’s there to be proud of?】

“Impossible—you’re not an ancient lizardman. How can you use this occult art?”

Luka’s eyeball was stunned: “Are you a descendant of the ancient lizardmen?”

“You’re the one who’s a lizardman descendant.”

Since it worked, Luo De no longer indulged the eyeball.

Under Kalist’s guidance, he plunged into crafting the puppet prison to seal the four organs.

Less than half an hour later,

Amid a brilliant silver glow, the four organs were fused into the puppet.

The puppet’s left eye changed from a crystal polyhedron into a pale, complete eyeball.

“So what now?”

After her shock, Luka sneered again: “Do you think this puppet’s materials compare to the previous ones?”

Luo De chuckled darkly and hurled an enslavement incantation.

Both the puppet and Luka were in critically weakened states—almost instantly, the spell took effect.

The smile on Luka’s puppet-face froze.

Then, slowly, terror crept in—she screamed in panic.

“Th-this—who the hell are you?!”

(End of Chapter)