1275 Catastrophe Part 2 (1/2)

Picasso stood behind Saleen automatically, keeping his distance. Saleen would not sign any contract with him in front of Fycro. The contracts would be settled after they left.

”Fycro, now can you tell me, why are you so anxious about building such a powerful army?”

Fycro and Saleen had different goals. He already had millions of believers following him and he had no intention of building his power base on Myers Mainland. From what Saleen was able to tell, Fycro had definitely found a suitable interdimensional space to develop his plans, and it was an interdimensional space that was growing.

For a human whose goal was to become a god, such interdimensional spaces would have sufficed.

Such interdimensional spaces had no history and therefore posed next to no trouble. Unless he provoked others first, no other gods would learn of the existence of such a place. Fycro must have been taking his own time developing. There was no rush about anything.

”The powers across Myers Mainland are rising. I take it that you're aware of that?”

Saleen nodded. Any powerful being who had reached level-9 was aware. If it had not been for the explosive growth in power throughout the entire mainland, there would not have been so many powerful beings popping up. It was a result of Myers Mainland having spent thousands of years stocking up on power.

”When a true level-13 powerful being emerges, that will be the time when the barrier between Myers Mainland and the other planes is shattered. Back in the day, humans opened up pathways connecting a lot of planes and none of them disappeared. When said barriers get broken, residual sizeable powers from those planes flowed into Myers Mainland. Things turned out to be disastrous. Saleen, while I indeed intend to become a god, I'm also aware that becoming a god would do harm to Myers Mainland. As such, I chose to go to other planes. But before I leave, I don't want to see my home get destroyed while I sit by and do nothing.”

Saleen wanted very much to laugh as Fycro talked, but he was unable to bring himself to do it.

In the eyes of mages, holy masters were people devoid of any sense of humanity. What Fycro said made it feel like he was a packaged Lord of Glory, appearing very holy and very noble.

Fycro was known to be the being closest to the gods, the brightest star in the sky, within the Holy See. Was he just acting all along?

Could Fycro really be so compassionate?

Why would a guy about to become a god care about things like his home?

Saleen was unable to laugh because he did not hear any change in Fycro's heartrate. Not even a single ripple came from the energies in Fycro's body.

If he had been any common man, that would have been little more than pretense. However, in the case of a level-11 professional, that meant that Fycro was extremely determined.

”If this turns out to be true, I'll be rather moved.”

”A catastrophe is about to hit Myers Mainland.” True divine colors began to show in Fycro's face as he spoke. ”Saleen, I don't know about other things, but I do know that one place is connected to the abomination plane. Even the normal ones among the abominations would only be slightly less powerful than demons. The puppets of the gods back in the day had formidable bodies, indomitable souls, and brutal temperaments. Powerful abominations would have fought in ways more terrifying than mages. Have you seen level-9 locusts? That would be how they would behave...”

”Are you telling the truth?”

”You're welcome to see it with me. There are already low-level abominations getting into Myers Mainland. When the pathways linking the planes are fully opened, I shall stand guard there with my millions of bug angels. If I survive, I'll advance to level-12 and divine fire will light within me, making me a pseudo-god!”

”What if you end up dead?”

”Then the ones who have followed me shall become your believers!” Fycro said in a brimming manner.

”But if you end up dead, then what could I possibly do?” Saleen was not buying it.

”Luck. I shall be there with you and get some of your luck. If I survive, my level will see a spike. There is no way around it. Myers Mainland is running out of time.”

”Who else knows about this?” Saleen believed Fycro. It was a trust that had nothing to do with Fycro's perception. Saleen had gauged Fycro using astrology and found what Fycro said to be true.

”Theisio.”

”Theisio!” Saleen frowned. Theisio knew about all of that and yet he did not say anything.

”There is one more who may or may not know about it.”

”Who?”

”The head warden.”

Saleen was silent.

Fycro continued, ”If you were to side with me, we would stand a chance of defeating the head warden. If we were each to fight him on our own, we would definitely end up killed.”

Seeing Saleen's smile, Fycro elaborated, ”I know you have the lightning badge and you have equipment capable of shooting lightning icicles. None of those would pose any threat to the head warden. His power now leans toward Black Dungeon. The head warden is the most powerful person within the Holy See's ranks. Why would Theisio have chosen to take you on despite having acquired the three godly items? Consolidating the entire Holy See should have been his top priority.”

”What about the oracles?”

”Hehe...” Fycro smirked coldly and said, ”Those two traitors. I have severed their possibility of advancement.

Fycro did not get into the details. The very reason he had enticed Sharjah to join the Oracle Corps was so he could acquire the Ring of Many Gods.

He would have exchanged another godly item with said ring. Then the oracles would not have been able to break through level-12 using the ring's power.

Fycro did not bother with those two fools at all.

If he were in their shoes, he would have killed Sharjah without hesitation and taken the Ring of Many Gods by force, not allowing others to rob him of it.

”What I mean is, between the oracles and the head warden, who would be the stronger one?”

”If the head warden is not going to leave Black Dungeon, then the two oracles would be walking to their graves. But if he were to leave, the oracles could still run,” Fycro answered.

Saleen shuddered, feeling lucky that he had not asked for trouble with the Tribunal at Black Dungeon. He would never have expected the head warden to be someone that powerful. Saleen felt confident about taking on the two level-12 oracles, but he needed to be at Metatrin City with the help of his teacher to do so.