A rare magical miracle in the world-Chapter 747 - 425: The Power of the Flood (Vote for Monthly Ticket)
Chapter 747: Chapter 425: The Power of the Flood (Vote for Monthly Ticket)
However, whether this conclusion is correct, Noahyak had only speculated, and its final answer still had to be verified by Bailuo and Uncle.
“The reason I conveyed this message is based on this possibility,”
Noahyak said, “If the Queen has been framed, then it means that before our memories were erased, we encountered an enemy far more terrifying than her.”
“Everything the Queen did might have been to protect us, or perhaps to defeat that enemy.”
The Queen’s wisdom made all the top beings deeply respect her; she was considered the mastermind behind the Elebergen war, yet the Heroic Spirits still viewed her as the Queen and were willing to serve her loyally.
Some say she is a Demon, but others see her as the savior.
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Prior to this, Uncle had heard conspiracy theories about the Queen, but in the depths of the Flood, a new line of thought emerged from Noahyak—the Queen was smeared to such an extent in order to protect them.
As to which it was, Uncle couldn’t judge either.
Perhaps only when they stood before the Queen and asked her the question that Noahyak left behind, whether she truly remembered the history of the Elebergen war, they would find out.
Of course, that was not foolproof either.
Firstly, you couldn’t guarantee that the Queen would tell the truth; if she lied, Uncle and Bailuo wouldn’t be able to discern the truth from the falsehood.
Secondly, there was another point—that the Queen might believe her memories to be true.
If she was convinced beyond doubt, then the so-called answer was naturally beyond verification.
“What a hassle…”
This was a rare display of vexation from Uncle; after all, when it came to matters involving the Queen, Uncle had no good solutions.
It had to be said, the Queen truly was an opponent that even Uncle found headache-inducing.
“Finally.”
Noahyak said, “I want to give you a warning.”
“Hmm?”
A warning, that’s hardly a good term.
Uncle asked, “What’s the matter?”
“The Lost Realm.”
Noahyak brought up this thing: “It is from a distant era, also a golden age, an ancient kingdom that truly existed.”
“At the same time, it’s also the name of a Supreme Tier Miracle.”
“A Supreme Tier Miracle?”
Uncle was somewhat interested in this; there could only ever be seven Supreme Tier Miracles in existence at any one time, and the three that have already appeared are the Divine Twilight, Dawn and Dusk, and the Book of Yagen.
However, Supreme Tier Miracles are usually named after Camps, and the Book of Yagen isn’t listed among the Twenty-Eight Camps, so it should belong to a rather special case.
Even if the Book of Yagen counted as one slot, that left four Supreme Tier Miracles remaining.
Although Uncle didn’t know how strong the enemy the Queen initially faced was, if one could gather all the Supreme Tier, Uncle felt that Bailuo should certainly qualify for enough of them.
“The Lost Realm is a very dangerous Miracle.”
However, what Noahyak said next took Uncle by surprise: “Its own ability isn’t dangerous, but it will attract a very terrifying existence, so the overly Lost cannot remain in the Miracle World; you must return it to its lost homeland.”
“Return to its homeland?”
“The origin of the Lost Realm,” Noahyak said, “This is my admonition: once the Lost Realm is discovered, one must never become infatuated with its immense power.”
Any Supreme Tier Miracle comes with enormous side effects. The side effects of the Book of Yagen are unknown, and my uncle surmised that it probably makes one increasingly arrogant.
The Divine Twilight goes without saying; seductive and irresistible, even Bailuo’s will was unable to stop it, easily influenced by it and then committing terrible acts.
Dawn and Dusk, known as the Sword of Genesis, according to the clues known by Ying Muyao, did indeed cause some strange changes after Ying Baizhou obtained it.
My uncle speculated that Dawn and Dusk might cause a person to lose their ‘desire’, eventually becoming a tool for the Sword of Genesis.
At that point, it would no longer be a person wielding the sword to create, but rather the sword needing a person to hold it to fulfill its mission of creation.
Then there was the Supreme Tier artifact my uncle currently encountered, which attracted the Flood and cursed nearly everyone in the Yatun Royal Family, including my uncle.
An artifact that constantly tempts you to bloody conflict, how could it be anything good?
“The side effect of the Lost Realm is that it brings calamity?”
My uncle understood Noahyak’s meaning: “In other words, the Lost Realm itself possesses great power, there wouldn’t be a problem using it, but excessive use of this thing would attract a terrifying entity, that would be the real side effect.”
“Do not think of confronting it.”
Noahyak said, “Once it is attracted by the Lost Realm, the moment it appears before you will be an ancient disaster.”
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“Its power is beyond your imagination, and even a Supreme Tier Miracle might not be able to stop it.”
Noahyak’s description reminded my uncle of some information about the Dragon of Miracles that Bailuo had mentioned to him.
The level and status of the Dragon of Miracles could not even be judged by the Book of Yagen.
It was not a Supreme Tier Miracle, yet it was neither Upper Tier, Middle Tier, Lower Tier, nor Least Tier, an existence that completely transcended the bounds of miracles.
Ying Muyao was aware of the Dragon of Miracles, and so was Chubby Simpleton.
However, both of their understandings of the Dragon of Miracles were very one-sided, only knowing that it was incredibly powerful and noble, looking down upon everything since the existence of the Miracle World.
Yet when it really came to describing what the Dragon of Miracles actually was, neither of them could articulate it.
According to them, only when the Master of Miracles awakened miracles to a high enough level could they sense such an existence.
But that was merely sensing it, not being able to touch or confront it.
“The Infinite Dragon that crushed Chubby Simpleton’s army back then, causing its complete annihilation,” my uncle thought of the monster more terrifying than the Upper Tier Miracles that Chubby Simpleton had once mentioned to him, “It was not a Supreme Tier Miracle, yet it possessed such power.”
If my uncle wasn’t mistaken, the Infinite Dragon was likely a similar being to the Dragon of Miracles, immensely powerful yet incredibly mysterious.
Such ancient creatures never interfered with the operation of the Miracle World, seeming indifferent even if the world were to be destroyed.
The only thing that would attract their attention was if the Masters of Miracles broke certain specific rules.
Just like Chubby Simpleton in the past, who wanted to lead his army to the Lost Continent in the East, to bring the entire world into his grasp; only then did the Infinite Dragon descend, and from that point on, the Lost Continent was completely severed from the Miracle Continent, unreachable by anyone.
“The Flood…”
My uncle looked at his right hand, and as he clenched it slightly, he sensed that power which should not have been grasped by man—the Flood Force.
“A power unlike miracles, yet able to compete with, even surpass them.”
My uncle received not only the wisdom bestowed by the Flood but also its more powerful strength, and this made the old man resolute: “It’s time to take Xiao Luo to find that Supreme Tier Miracle.”
