1000 Years Later, Even My Weakest Follower Has Become A Demon King - Chapter 202 - 202 Church and the Throne Room (2)

202 Church and the Throne Room (2)

This is impossible…

Although her attainments in magic couldn’t compare to William or Evelyn, and she had neglected academic research in the centuries as governor, she still had this level of understanding.

Illusions could indirectly control the other party’s actions by affecting their perception, but they could never directly control the free will of others.

For example, you could make a person recognize a dog as a wolf and scare the other party away. Ultimately, he was still frightened away by the image of a wolf. This was the only thing that couldn’t be changed.

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In magic theory, self-awareness was a mystery equivalent to Creatons itself. It was believed to be something that could never be analyzed.

In other words, illusions couldn’t “control” these people like a dog.

However, Remides didn’t dwell on this question. She continued asking, “You said that you started researching how to deal with me five years ago. Why five years ago?”

This was impossible. Unless the other party had predicted that the storm in the Shattered Sea would stop five years ago, there was no reason for them to do so.

The other party shook his head and said, “No, our final decision on doing this was after the last Mooncycle Conference based on your time.”

In other words, less than a month ago.

They had decided to topple the throne less than a month ago, but he had spent five years making preparations.

The contradiction was obvious.

“Years are what you know. We only spent five winters and summers to prepare,” the other party continued.

Even though most of her feelings had been obliterated, she couldn’t help but sigh slightly when she heard the other party’s contradictory speech that didn’t wish for any elaboration.

In Remides’s blurry memories, she still remembered what the Presiding Judge had once evaluated the Tacma Church members: “Riddlers…”

After grumbling softly, she asked her last question,

“Then, tell me why you’re here. Why did the Tacma Church, which claims to always remain neutral, instigate the guards and army to come to my palace? What do you want?”

“We want to verify our study topic… We want to witness it,” the person replied with a hint of fanaticism in his tone.

Remides—who knew the Tacma Church’s habit of riddles—continued asking, “Witness what?”

“Witness the nature of the eighth creation fragment and piece together the true scene of creation.”

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The entire throne room was enveloped in a thick mist that William couldn’t see through even with Eagle Eye.

Morton led the way. He held an ancient lantern covered in animal skin in his hand. The orange-red flames emitted from the lantern dispelled the thick fog in a radius of about ten meters with him as the center.

After walking for a distance, Diana gently tugged at the corner of William’s shirt.

“Is this really Moonlaw City?” she asked softly.

“Undoubtedly,” William replied casually. Then, he was curious why the child suddenly asked about this.

“But this place is similar to Myriad Feet City’s Terra Church. Be it the layout or decorations…” she whispered.

Terra Church was said to be the last place where the founding emperor, Terra Riel, ascended to holiness. It was also the largest Terra Riel worship church in the entire empire. Every year, on the Ascension Day of the Holy Spirits and the Emperor’s Return Day, a grand festival would be held there.

William had seen a description of the Terra Church in an auxiliary document. As he had a deep relationship with the Eighth Holy Spirit, he had specially noted it down. However, because he couldn’t find any relevant picture books, he wasn’t very sure what the Terra Church looked like or what the internal layout was.

The descriptions in the literature were all exaggerated as grand, gorgeous, and solemn.

In the introduction of the 1,000 churches, all 1,000 churches gave themselves such boastful descriptions.

“Miss, you’re wrong.”

Morton, who was leading the way for the two of them, suddenly spoke.

“It’s not that Moonlaw City’s throne room is very similar to Terra Church, but Terra Church was originally built to mimic Moonlaw City’s throne room.”

William stopped in his tracks.

Diana, who was still tugging at the corner of William’s shirt, stopped.

“What’s wrong?”

Morton turned around and asked the two of them when he heard footsteps behind him.

Diana looked up at William, but William remained silent.

An intense uneasiness began to rise in his heart.

What do you mean? The church where Terra Riel’s ascension happened is decorated in the same manner as Moonlaw City’s throne room?

According to the information William had read, Moonlaw City’s throne room was originally a building built by the elven ancestors around the Mist Soul. The first elf to obtain the power of the Mist Soul ascended to the throne here.

What was a soul?

The prototype of a god, an incomplete fractured Holy Spirit, but still a complete product!

A cracked prototype would only exist as the collective memories of similar races on the continent. These collective memories gradually evolved into myths during the development of civilization before turning into true power through the imitation of myths.

As for the incomplete souls, they existed as direct supernatural powers. They didn’t need to go through the steps of collective memory evolving into myths, allowing the surrounding intelligent races to directly use Their powers.

Therefore, there had always been the hypothesis of the origins of humans and elves in the archeological world. They believed that elves originated from primitive humans in the Ravenwood area. Those people miraculously floated to Ava State on rafts and discovered the two great souls, Fire and Mist. Under the influence of the souls, they gradually mutated and became primitive elves.

This could explain why there was no reproductive incompatibility between humans and elves. It also explained what the Phoenix that fell back to Currere in the original elven myths was—the raft that brought humans to Ava State.

Of course, almost no elf supported this theory. Talking about this topic with his elven teammate in-game would cause his favorability to plummet without exception.

There were only two places in Currere that confirmed the existence of souls. One was World’s End north of the Dragon Bone Islands, and the other was Ava State.

These two places also shaped the only two extraordinary races in Currere that could form a civilization—the dragons and the elves.

Of course, this also tied them to their hometown like babies tied to their mother by an umbilical cord.

“Was this also the place where the empire’s diplomatic mission assassinated the Ava State politicians in Moonlaw City back then?”

William asked slowly when he thought of this.

“Let’s go. The most important thing now is to see the queen. Stop stalling. How long has it been?”

Without answering William’s question, Morton shook the animal skin lantern in his hand and urged impatiently.

“I didn’t see any guards or other servants or odd-job workers along the way…”

William continued, “Of course, I don’t know much about the customs of your High Elves, so I couldn’t comment previously.”

“What day do you think today is? All the unrelated people in the castle have been sent home.”

Morton frowned and continued, “Let’s go. Don’t waste time.”

William hesitated for a moment before following.

At this moment, he regretted not getting a reason for Liz to follow him to Moonlaw City.

After confirming the safety of the teleportation nexus, William thought that it wouldn’t be a big problem for him to meet his old friend. William had Liz wait for his return on the Whalebone and asked her to take care of the “goods” he had left there just in case.

However, from the looks of it, his previous estimates were too optimistic.

As there was no reference landmark in the mist, William didn’t know how far he had gone. However, from a physical point of view, this throne room was half the size of Thorn City’s Rose Palace. Coupled with the religious decorations, William felt that this place was more like a temple than a palace.

“We’re here.”

Morton stopped. He was standing in the middle of a huge ring with a shattered sun pattern in the middle.

The sun was considered a projection of the Realm of Light. William noticed that the shattered sun pattern had been divided into seven parts.

The meaning was obvious.

“Your Majesty.”

As Morton spoke, he knelt on one knee and placed the lantern in the middle of the shattered sun pattern.

Orange-red light flowed down from the lantern and began to outline the pattern, making it emit orange-red light a few seconds later.

The mist dissipated, and William saw the person sitting on the throne.