Global Game: Developing a Knight Clan-Chapter 78 - 77: The Great Miracle Outburst and the Quest of Two Generations
Dark clouds concealed the high heavens.
The howl of the gloomy night wind whistled past the sides of the galloping company.
York led Cardinal Tyr and his retinue of Missionaries from the Truth Church, riding at full speed toward the center of what was once the swamp.
"We’re almost there!"
"After we enter the forest ahead, it’s only another half-hour’s journey to the birthplace of our Lord’s mortal vessel."
York gazed at the familiar edge of the forest and immediately called out a reminder to Old Tyr and his followers riding beside him.
"Rest assured, Lord Baron. In the presence of a Deity, we would not dare be presumptuous!"
Old Tyr looked to be at death’s door, yet on horseback, he betrayed no sign of breathlessness or weariness, looking far from ready to collapse.
To be honest, given Old Tyr’s appearance, York had been glancing back from time to time throughout the journey, genuinely afraid the old man would suddenly fall off his horse and die abruptly in the Swamp Territory.
But a legendary figure was a legendary figure, after all. ’How can a man on the verge of death be so vigorous?’
York wondered to himself.
In the dead of night, the forest was silent, devoid of birdsong or chirping insects. Only the urgent, pounding hoofbeats echoed endlessly.
However, just as the party spurred their horses, about to enter the specific area in the center of the Swamp Territory, a terrifying roar suddenly erupted from the heart of the forest.
The roar, accompanied by a strong fluctuation of Magic Power, rapidly pulsed out from the forest in all directions.
The warhorses beneath the riders all startled in fright.
"What’s happening?!"
"What is that sound???"
"Could that be the sound made by the mortal vessel the Baron and Oleg mentioned?"
Everyone hastily tightened their reins, and the Missionaries cried out in alarm.
"Do not panic. It is merely the roar of a Sub-dragon. From the sound of it, it should only be a juvenile."
At that moment, the distinctive, aged voice of Cardinal Tyr drifted calmly from the front.
Strangely, as soon as his voice was heard, the somewhat panicked Missionaries around him instantly calmed their turbulent hearts.
However, before Old Tyr could speak again...
The next moment, a massive sonic boom erupted from the center of the forest.
The instant the sonic boom sounded, Cardinal Old Tyr seemed to sense something and abruptly looked up at the night sky.
Following Old Tyr’s gaze, the next moment, all the Missionaries, including York, also looked up at the sky.
And so, at this very moment, York once again witnessed that somewhat unforgettable scene.
But for these contemporary Missionaries of the Truth Church, it would surely be a sight they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
Because, in the very next moment...
High above, the sky—which had been blanketed in dark clouds, obscuring the moon and stars—suddenly lit up.
At first, the light was just a faint glimmer.
It was like the morning sun slowly breaking through the dark clouds.
But soon, this glimmer suddenly flared.
High in the heavens, the glimmer abruptly became scorching and white.
It descended from a height beyond human perception.
It broke through the shackles of the dark clouds, instantly blasting them away.
In the next instant, a pillar of light that seemed to connect heaven and earth slammed down toward the ground.
The pillar of light was a scorching white. Although its diameter wasn’t huge, it was still over twenty meters wide.
At night, as it fell from the heavens to the mortal world, it was clearly visible for at least a fifty-kilometer radius.
At this moment, in the towns belonging to the Swamp Territory, the Militia on night watch, the few subjects who had woken in the night, even the small vendors already preparing their goods for the next day’s market and some Mercenaries who were naturally vigilant at night—all of them, in their various circumstances, witnessed this sacred scene.
"Oh my god!!!"
"Gods above!!! A second time!!! The second Miracle has descended!!!"
"A Miracle!!! A Miracle has descended!!!"
On a farm outside a town in the Swamp Territory, several Peasant Slaves stared wide-eyed at the sky and suddenly cried out in shock.
They watched the scene with excitement, immediately falling to their knees in awe. They kowtowed repeatedly toward the distant pillar of light, loudly chanting the mercy and greatness of the Deities.
Meanwhile, within the towns of the Swamp Territory.
As large numbers of people cried out in shock, many, many of the Lord’s subjects were instantly jolted awake. They rushed to their windows or out into the streets, one after another, to witness the scene.
A Mercenary stared at the high heavens, his eyes glazed over.
For a moment, he thought he was still dreaming, but in the next instant, the Mercenary snapped back to his senses.
He gazed at the pillar of light in the sky, then glanced around at the subjects and small vendors who were already kneeling all over the ground. With a sudden shock, he too fell to his knees!
"How is this possible?!"
"Could it be that the town’s subjects weren’t lying? They’ve really seen a similar Miracle before?"
"Is the entire Swamp Territory blessed and favored by a Deity?"
At this moment, this Mercenary was not the only one with such thoughts.
Some merchants, vendors, and even many other Mercenaries were marveling in the same way.
"The God of Truth has descended!"
"It must be the God of Truth and Knowledge who has descended!"
"The King is unjust! He has forsaken the faith of Truth! His actions must have angered the great Deity! After the Miracle must come divine punishment! Divine punishment!!!"
"We should persuade the Lord! We must have the Lord support the Church!"
At this time, mixed in the crowd, a Believer in Truth who thought he had guessed the truth began to shout.
However, his shouts were met with a host of strange looks. Many people who had been standing near him even unconsciously shifted away.
They were afraid that this person’s blood would soon be splattering all over them.
In such sensitive times, anyone who dared to say such things was either a fool or a true, god-worshipping fanatic.
In short, at this very moment, the entire Swamp Territory had erupted into a commotion.
Meanwhile, at the Baron Castle, on a castle terrace, York’s wife, Lucia, her belly large with child, was also staring blankly at the incredibly sacred pillar of light in the distant night.
She did not cry out, nor did she call for her handmaidens or the Knights.
She simply closed her eyes slightly, clasped her hands to her chest, and offered praise and prayer to that noble Majesty.
But just then, the lady’s stomach suddenly began to hurt, the pain growing more and more intense.
Lucia’s eyes flew open in a panic. She then looked down and saw a small puddle of water on the floor.
She immediately cried out in alarm.
The next moment, the handmaiden who had been waiting at the door reacted.
"Quick!!! The mistress is giving birth!!! The mistress is giving birth!!!"
The entire Baron’s Mansion was instantly thrown into a brief state of chaos.
Far away, twenty to thirty kilometers from there, York naturally had no idea that his wife was giving birth.
He, along with Old Tyr and the dozen or so Missionaries, were all completely captivated by the pillar of light descending from the high heavens!
A sacred pillar of light, descending from the high heavens in the dead of night.
The spectacle of this Miracle was far beyond compare to the pillar of light York had witnessed last time.
"A Miracle!"
"A true Miracle!!!"
"This must be a Divine Descent! There’s no mistake, there can be no mistake! It’s almost identical to the records in the Scripture of Truth!!!"
One of the Missionaries cried out.
At the same time, his eyes were filled with incomparable fanaticism and solemnity.
Although he hadn’t yet gone so far as to prostrate himself, he had already placed a hand over his chest in a devout, reverent gaze.
Meanwhile, Cardinal Old Tyr, who had remained perfectly composed since arriving in the Swamp Territory, could finally no longer contain himself!
The Cardinal was staring blankly at the sacred pillar of light, his entire body trembling uncontrollably!
"A Deity!"
"It truly is the aura of a Deity! I can feel it!"
"No, it’s not just the aura of any Deity—that... that is actually the aura of our Lord!"
Suddenly, the Cardinal cried out, unable to restrain his excitement.
It was then that the astonished crowd finally noticed a silhouette shrouded within the scorching white pillar of light, low in the sky where the beam descended.
As the light of the pillar slowly faded from the outside in, the silhouette’s general outline was finally revealed.
It was a dragon!
A dragon at least twenty meters long!
And atop the head of that Giant Dragon, which radiated a sacred white light, the Believers in Truth then saw, with incredible clarity as if in a waking dream, a single page of a book.
The very moment they saw that fantastical page...
In that instant, all the Missionaries, including Cardinal Old Tyr, trembled with their entire heart and soul.
This was not a tremor of terror or fear, but a feeling of inner celebration, an urge that seemed to compel them to immediately draw closer to that sacred object.
At the same time, a feeling of deep adoration, originating from the very core of their being, rose up within their hearts.
"That is our Lord’s page!"
"That is our Lord’s holy relic! So our Lord has truly been watching over us in silence all this time! We, the lost lambs of this mortal world, have not been completely abandoned by our Lord after all!"
"It’s been over three hundred years! No, more than a thousand!"
"Over a thousand years! The records say it’s been over a thousand years! I have finally seen the holy relic brought down by our Lord’s Miracle!"
"Just as my teacher said, perhaps all of this is a trial of Truth, a test of faith for the entire mortal world from our Lord."
"..."
At that moment, the Cardinal suddenly fell from his horse to the ground.
He stared at the Giant Dragon in the sky—no, to be precise, he stared at the shimmering, fantastical, holy page above the Giant Dragon’s head. His entire body trembled uncontrollably, his eyes even growing moist with tears!
His lifelong faith and pursuit, the ’Truth’ that even his teacher could not forget until his dying day—at this moment, for Old Tyr, it had finally been answered.
Two generations of the Extraordinary, two generations of the High Tiers, a pursuit of Truth spanning more than a thousand years.
At this moment, Old Tyr had finally seen it!
And received his answer!
Old Tyr’s expression was full of emotion as he trembled, already prostrate on the ground.
In that moment, he felt as if he were in a dream.
In that moment, he was also terrified—terrified that this was all just an illusion.
He lay prostrate on the ground, his eyes moist. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂
Looking up at the sky, he even unconsciously reached a hand toward the heavens with a look of longing, as if wanting to touch that sacred, holy relic of a page.
Compared to Bishop Oleg before, Old Tyr’s current emotions were even more intense, if not more so.
Likewise, the majority of the Missionaries, having been taught by Old Tyr, now felt as if they had finally seen the Truth, and they too reached a point where they could no longer suppress their emotions.
For these devout believers, their lifelong faith had been validated and acknowledged by their Deity.
One can only imagine the excitement in their hearts.
Perhaps if their Deity commanded them to die for Him in the next moment, they would do so without hesitation.
The emotions of all the surrounding Missionaries reached their peak.
As York watched all of this blankly, he couldn’t help but wonder, ’Compared to them, is my faith in our Lord not even considered devout?’
’Why don’t I feel this way?’
Although York was also excited and stirred up, in his heart, that was all it was—excitement and agitation.
This feeling was likely limited to a kind of blind worship for a high, noble, and unknown existence.
But regardless of what York and the Missionaries were thinking...
The pillar of light from the Miracle had now completely faded away, the entire process having lasted only two or three minutes.
And so, night once again enveloped the world.
But in the next moment, the Giant Dragon that had flown out of the pillar of light was already descending toward York and the others.
