Chapter 675 Meeting a God (2/2)

In the pre-existence, the various factions had been forced to use those same technologies under helpless circumstances. As Joshua watched the anchors in the LCD screen reveal the various new technologies across the world, he could not help but sigh in wonder.

”I never thought that they'd have those right now; I thought they'd come up with those in the future.”

Those technologies were not actually too strange for Joshua. To a certain extent, they were very familiar.

For example, both the teleportation network and the spiritual link spell were technologies that only debuted during the Abyssal invasion in the preexistence. To repel the ever-present demonic armies, the Empire did not spare huge resources to augment the existing teleportation network, greatly lowering the cost of teleportation and preventing various disturbances, guaranteeing stable teleporting.

On the other hand, psionics who were sensitive and easily corrupted spiritually would link themselves trios, a signature spell they employ in battlefields. There was a common saying that developed then due to its very presence: one could laugh at one psionic, be alert against two and just run when there are three—morals and ethics could wait until after the demons were defeated.

The full name of the automated construction puppets of the Eastern Plains in the pre-existence was 'Fully Intelligent Automated Construction Module'. Having lost a significant population due to cyclones, the Eastern Plain spellcasters were forced to employ those puppets for farming, construction, and battle. Naturally, that was no reformation, but out of desperation.

These trump cards previously used for combat, or in other words replacement technologies out of helplessness were now merely immature drafts and hypotheses. They had been secret technologies used in war in the past life, but they were now being adopted to civilian use, improved little by little and making the world better.

Naturally, it was all thanks to human progress itself.

Nevertheless, there remained something about this world that must be paid special attention to.

The gods who have descended, and the Infinite Horizon.

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As Ying protested, Joshua simply plucked another bunch of grapes from the platter and gulped down the elf-enchanted fruit, before nonchalantly lifting his gaze above towards the sky, as if his eyes could pierce walls.

To the west of the world was a distinctly distorted circular space, emanating with sacred radiance as if a mild white moon.

The Infinite Horizon had fused completely into the world of Mycroft. The Legacy Mark of the gods hence descended upon the mortal realm as Divine Dungeon Shrouds sought their heirs and pass down ancient knowledge. Those Glorious Era legacies might appear outdated in some respect, but their exquisiteness would make many a Legendary champion nodding in admiration.

Just as how it had been during the early stage of the Great Mana Tide, many Divine Dungeon Shrouds appeared within Imperial borders as well, although the experience Joshua provided diminish those initial sense of mystery and unknown. Now, following a period of development, the Divine Dungeon Shrouds had become trial grounds across the land, with Winter Fort Academy and many organizations using them to train the next generation. Some lucky ones occasionally even found rare materials and ancient relics thanks to divine powers.

Apart from the Divine Dungeon Shrouds, the Seven Gods and deities of other religions were recovering from their exhaustion. Be that as it may, their revival was silent as if a drop of river falling into a river—in the eastern oceans, countless murlocs were jubilant for the patron god of the depths and their own race had descended upon the mortal realm: the colossal jellyfish wafted into the sea and entering the divine temple the murlocs prepared for it was one of the more high-profile arrivals. The other gods were simply noiseless, with nary a ripple.

A week ago, the gods had jointly made a providence, sweeping their divine powers across the Mycroft Continent, clearing the gloomy and deathly atmosphere accumulated after long years of war. Countless undead spirits were hence saved, those souls that were denied eternal rest in unknown, forbidden lands that died to war, conspiracy, lust or betrayal were hence freed. Within the holy light that forgives all, every soul returned to the Infinite Horizon—that distorted space above the West Mountains.

Apart from that, the gods made no move or gave any blessing.

Was that normal? It would be absolutely incomprehensible for many normal people, but it was actually normal: gods were not monkeys, and had no need to display their power. All they have to do is carry out their duty, and there would be those who glorify their name. The gods had turned to holy ones and descended upon the mortal realm not to call the shots here, but to keep the world from being stirred by the Mana Tide.

It was not to say that the gods did nothing. As with the Far South, one of the Seven Gods—the God of Love and Death—had visited her largest temple in the forest of the elves. It was rumored that the Nature's Magister and the Elven Queen had met Her, entering an exchange that lasted days.

Still, there was no news from the elves until now—they being very discreet about the contents of their exchange.

Such a phenomenon was actually happening everywhere across Mycroft as well. Though the gods had no intent of making headlines, every move they made were given great attention by the common folk. For example, the West Mountain Dwarves welcomed the God of Law and Freedom, the Skypiercing White Tower met the God of Wisdom and Choice. As for the Holy Mountain Fortress of the Seven Gods Church, it had now been elevated into the Void and combined with the Eye of the Saint, becoming the largest artificial facility beyond the world of Mycroft. Every mortal incarnation of the Seven was said to have conversed with Pope Igor within, but none knew what they discussed as everything moved within the shadows.

This life was becoming ever different from the one before: the once despairing and chaotic world that had been filled with malevolence and strife became so peaceful and optimistic. Systems of technology were appearing though they were without perfect form and were flawed, but the people of Mycroft no longer had to starve. They have all the time they need to alter those flaws, so that they could be adopted for civilian use without side effects.

In the Liege Residence of Moldavia in the North, Joshua extended a finger and turned off the LCD before his eyes.

Seven days.

He stroked Ying's head, her straight and silky hair slipping past his palm. The girl uttered a few comfortable grunts while Joshua closed his eyes, continuing his meditation.

In seven days, the incarnation of the God of Might and Justice would come to the East Barnett highlands to meet the Empire's three Legends. No one knew about the matter—only the trio: Joshua, Israel, and Nostradamus did.

What was it that the deity wished to convey to them?

The unknown always interests people, and it was no different for the warrior. He was a little impatient after resting for something time, which was why Joshua closed his eyes, feeling the power that was gradually animating and boiling within his body.

[Level of Steel Strength fusion: 91%.]