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"……puff."
After a moment of silence, the little prophet suddenly laughed. She waved her hand helplessly, sighed, and looked at Latis, saying:
"Very well, given your relationship, I suppose you wouldn't care about a mere night in this dream."
"I do care, but I have more important things to do..."
Latis muttered something to himself, then straightened up and looked at the little prophet, asking:
When did you realize it was a dream?
"At first, when you called me Your Excellency the Prophet," the young prophet shook his head and said with a smile, "when..."
Even though I know it's a dream, I still don't want to wake up...
She turned to look at the perfectly positioned Radiance statue, her gaze lingering for a moment on the faint smile Radiance itself painted, then sighed and murmured:
"Now that things have come to this, it's time to wake up from the dream."
She closed her eyes, placed her hands on her chest, and the insect wings on her back slowly unfolded, beginning to tremble violently.
In that instant, the entire moth tribe suddenly began to tremble. The moths, tall and short, fat and thin, showed surprised expressions on their faces. Then they all sighed in realization, helplessly put down what they were doing, stood up, looked at each other for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
"What a wonderful dream..."
They murmured something to themselves, closed their eyes, and let their bodies slowly transform into countless points of light, drifting into the air.
"Huh?" Leafa and the others, who were treating the wounded, stood up with blank expressions. They looked around at the slowly dissipating scene, exchanged a few lost glances, hesitated for a moment, and then ran towards Latis.
……
A faint light flashed by.
Latis rubbed his eyes subconsciously, and when he opened them again, he found the aged Moth Prophet standing before him once more.
"So much time has passed since the Radiance Celebration..."
The Moth Prophet glanced around at the vast white landscape, then looked at Latis and the girls behind him, and laughed:
"You've all worked so hard, and you've diligently completed every part of the celebration."
"Could it be that it wasn't originally supposed to be completed?"
Latis frowned slightly, glanced at the dream world he was still trapped in, and suddenly a thought flashed through his mind. He stroked his chin and murmured:
"Could it be that the most fundamental thing is actually finding the one who belongs to the dream..."
"Yes."
The Moth Prophet nodded and looked at Latis, saying:
"Actually, all you need to do is fight me to resolve this dream."
"Is that so..." Latis wasn't surprised by this. He hadn't even considered picking up a weapon. After a moment's thought, he smiled and asked:
"Since you're saying this now, you probably don't need to fight anymore, right?"
"Indeed, you are the soul of your team, your insights are truly remarkable."
The Moth Prophet took a deep breath, slightly turned her palm, and conjured a staff in her hand. Looking at the staff, identical to that of the previous prophet, she shook her head, held it firmly in her hand, and said:
“Creatures trapped in dreams possess extremely powerful abilities within their dreams, enabling them to recreate scenes and things exactly as they remember. However, as the story unfolds within the dream, this power gradually dissipates until the dream ends, at which point all power vanishes.”
"So, if we want to be sure we can defeat a creature in a dream, the best time is at the end of the dream?"
Latis stroked his chin, and as he slowly strolled alongside the Moth Prophet, he pondered and said:
"But not every creature is that powerful, so we could attack it midway to save some time?"
"Not necessarily." The Moth Prophet shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the flickering, ephemeral images of the past around him, and said:
“Not every creature is as easily identified as a prophet as I am. Sometimes, you might enter a creature’s childhood memories and find yourself surrounded by a bunch of identical-looking juvenile monsters. In such cases, you can only wait for things to unfold slowly until you confirm the host’s identity. Otherwise, if you act rashly, you will only be thrown out of the dream by the host.”
"Been taught a lesson."
Latis scratched his head and asked:
"Now that we know how to conquer dreams, how do we find the direction of the divine kingdom? I have a special method that allows me to vaguely perceive it, but it might be a little slow."
"Huh? That's already pretty impressive."
The Moth Prophet glanced at Latis with some surprise, then smiled and said:
"As for how to find the Kingdom of God, you will see the answer when you leave the dream."
"what?"
Latis scratched his head, momentarily confused.
The Moth Prophet's gaze slowly swept over the crowd, finally glancing at the Radiant Statue that had just appeared and vanished in an instant not far away.
"A long life..."
She sighed softly, stopped in place, leaning on her cane, and couldn't help but smile as she recalled her round and short appearance as a child and the lively scene of the celebration.
Then, her body slowly transformed into a ray of light and then dissipated.
……
……
The dazzling halo gradually dimmed, and Latis opened his eyes, retracted the Dream Nail, glanced back at his teammates who were all safe and sound, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Eh……"
Snyder seemed to suddenly sense something, looked up, tilted his head in confusion, then looked behind Latis and exclaimed in surprise:
"Master, Master, look!"
Snyder's shout made everyone realize what was happening, and they immediately looked in the direction Snyder was pointing.
"Hiss... This is..."
Latis instinctively took a step forward, crouched down in front of the Moth Prophet, and looked up at the sky.
Countless floating rays of light, drawn by some strange attraction, surged into the Moth Prophet's withered body. Within this dense light, he seemed to sense a distant will. However, just as this will was about to enter the Moth Prophet's body, it was neutralized by the will that remained within her own body, vanishing into nothingness in the stillness.
The Moth Prophet's subtle movements finally ceased completely, and her body was slowly covered with a crystal of luminous light, which, to the astonishment of Latis and the others, eventually solidified into a luminous amber statue.
Latis subconsciously touched the crystallized surface of the statue. In that silent power of light, he no longer felt the slightest bit of violent will, only the most authentic form of light.
"The light energy nearby... has vanished."
Jennifer tried to sense the previously wandering light in this area, but was surprised to find that there was only silence left, and even the underground turbulence had subsided.
"So that's it..."
Latis lowered his hand, which was sensing the crystal of light, stood up, turned to look at his teammates behind him, and sighed:
"These demons parasitized by light are themselves a transit station for the will of light, just like the nodes of the magic network in the Kingdom of Norard. It is probably because of these demons that the scattered will of light has a foundation to exist."
"Huh?" Jennifer pondered for a moment, then her eyes suddenly lit up. "So, as long as we get rid of the parasitized monsters, these wills of light will cease to exist?"
"Yes, but we still have to use the Dream Nail. As you can see, only in this way can the power of light be condensed. Otherwise, if we just kill them normally, the will of light that is parasitic on the monsters will probably dissipate into the air again."
Latis said with a solemn expression:
"Thinking about it carefully, I have a chilling feeling that this is the will of light spontaneously parasitizing monsters to facilitate its own survival. I really don't know if this conjecture is true or false..."
"No, it won't, right?"
Jennifer's hair stood on end, and she quickly touched her arm, muttering, "Shouldn't Radiance be controlling these lights?"
"Indeed, what you said is more realistic."
Latis shook his head, dispelling that somewhat unreliable conjecture, and squatted down again, touching the luminous amber and whispering:
"The next problem is... I can sense that this crystal of light can lead to our next destination, but how are we going to carry it? It's so big..."
Before he could finish speaking, the magical ring on his finger suddenly began to resonate slightly.
Latis paused, glanced at Jennifer instinctively, and said in surprise:
"The God of Light... wants us to offer this sacrifice to it?"
Chapter 420 Goodbye, Moth Tribe
Although Latis had heard that Jennifer often offered random things to the God of Light in private, those were all Jennifer's own actions. Even if there was a reward, it might just be the guaranteed minimum for the divine magic of sacrifice. Just like drawing a card guarantees at least one N card, a sacrifice would at least grant some divine power.
However, to offer sacrifices to a deity, there must be a deity. The God of Light is merely a conceptual object of faith; how could he voluntarily request sacrifices?
Latis immediately removed the ring and disinfected it inside and out, fearing that his magical ring might be invaded by the Radiant's will of light, and that he might even be sacrificing crystals of light into it. In that case, he would probably have to shout the famous line, "The Radiant has been revived in my body."
"Something's wrong..."
Latis put the ring back on and stroked the Moth Prophet's crystal again, but the slightly burning resonance still emanated from his finger.
"wee?" The Void Ray curiously leaned closer for a look, seemingly somewhat surprised.
"You won't understand even if you look at it, so don't bother."
Latis muttered something, pushed the ray away, glanced back at the two great knights, and quickly beckoned them over to explain the situation.
"This feeling is indeed very similar to the feedback I received during my sacrifice; it feels like the response from the God of Light..."
Jennifer touched the Crystal of Light with her magical ring, then withdrew her hand in surprise. After pondering for a while, she said uncertainly:
"Could it be that the Pope's plan to cultivate the God of Light has already yielded initial results? It's a pity that I can't contact him remotely, otherwise I could ask him."
"Is the old Pope still doing all this nonsense? Honestly, he's really obsessed with bringing Ah Guang back to life..."
Holnett leaned against the wall, somewhat awkwardly shaking his arm-armored hands, and said:
"Why not give it a try? The level of light power inside the crystal isn't too difficult to deal with. If it's really a sacrifice that A-Guang asked for, it should give you something very useful in return."
"It makes sense."
Latis nodded slightly. He did have a vague premonition, but since he wasn't a member of the Church of Light, he didn't really understand things like sacrifice, so he needed to ask the knights first.
Speaking of which, after learning that the gods on the continent of Atlantis were not true gods, but a race from the underground void, Latis became even more curious about the existence of the God of Light.
The Pope, of course, did not know that the gods all came from underground, nor did he know that the essence of the divine kingdom was some kind of dream. Yet, through a fictitious faith, he gathered so many like-minded partners, established the Church of Light, and even seemed to be showing a tendency to make the God of Light a real being...
What exactly is this God of Light?
Latis shook his head, putting the question aside for the time being, and then looked at the crowd present.