Chapter 809 Reluctance to Change (2/2)

Yolanda looked up for a glance in the skies, and then at the citizens around them who had noticed the presence of their local Liege and the pope on the streets. ”But before that,” she said quietly, lifting her hand gently, ”We need a quiet place.”

Hence, light shone in the very next instant.

A violet radiance that was powerful yet dim instantly shrouded all of Moldavia.

A surging yet deathly energy wave that was unimaginably powerful appeared in Joshua's Steel Strength vision, and thus revealed its true form. Its pattern rapidly condensed in the energy sight, presenting an infinitely complex body: it was a heart that throbbed without stopping and never losing passion, but it was just an appearance. As Joshua narrowed his eyes, he could see that the heart had already withered, beating despite being dead.

In that split second, all of Moldavia's normal individuals were wrapped within a mild power and ceased all movement as if time had stopped—or the people themselves were simply frozen in a violet lake.

Over the entire city, only Joshua and Igor could resist that power, with layers of silver and myriad colored radiances cascading around them respectively. Both men appeared unsurprised by Yolanda's actions even as sacred and otherworldly runes appeared over their bodies, but they were simply wondering why she would use so much power.

The God of Love and Death revealed her true form: a supremely beautiful lady that also seemed to be just white bones gazed upon Joshua and spoke with a distant voice. ”However, Radcliffe, I myself wish to understand your 'Order' before you go to that place.”

Joshua laughed in response and looked directly into the eyes of the divine being.

A serene gaze of the God of Love and the warrior's determined look were projected upon each other. In that brief instant, information was exchanged, a trading of ideals far more efficient than vocal conversation thus occurring.

In the very instant, both withdrew their gazes.

”Very good… You have found your Order.”

The elven lady smiled thinly either out of delight or rejoicing. ”We are very happy to see that you are completely 'pure', Radcliffe.”

”Pure?”

Joshua asked quietly, rubbing his own temples in curiosity. ”I'm not surprised that you described me with that word, Your Majesty, but isn't it an impediment to use 'pure' alongside 'complete'?”

A god having a speech impediment? It was likely, but it remains that there might be some logical, deeper meaning behind that.

Joshua waited for her to explain.

Meanwhile, Yolanda looked around at the people around them who were frozen by her divine power and smiled. ”Radcliffe, the corruption of Chaos comes everywhere. Physical corruption could be withstood with ability just like a dam stopping floodwater, but corruption in spirit could only be assured through resistant ideals, a lighthouse guiding the will even in the corruption of Chaos.

”Pure ideals, with logic as its counterpart in the Wheel of Order that cycles without stopping… maintaining flawless idealist nature and arming oneself with stalwart logic, forming a natural circulation of Order that keeps refreshing—with those three 'preparations' in mind and spirit, Evil God corruption would be a mere breeze in the face.”

”You hold Order,” the God of Love and Death said, watching Igor as her lips curled up before turning to Joshua, ”and you, are pure.”

Compared to the elderly pontiff who simply stroked his beard, seemingly used to such words, Joshua could not help frowning at Yolanda before her, and ask with a deep voice, ”Your Majesty… could you be seeking a successor as well?”

Just like Zinsen, another God who was aware of his coming end.

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A few years ago, when Joshua spoke to the God of Might and Justice, he learned that the gods were not eternal. The day would come when they fall, and just like mortals, they have to seek their own successors.

At the time, Zinsen, who appeared to hold expectations about him had asked the same thing like Yolanda did now. Both deities who looked on as the world cycles were equally distant, expectant that he possessed the same Order they did.

Therefore, he could not help remembering the scene back then when he met the God of Love and Death once more, which was why he asked about it.

Meanwhile, Yolanda laughed softly when she realized what Joshua actually meant to say.

Unlike the serious and very stubborn God of Might and having met with him before in the Void, the expressionless and cool God of Love was different—she loved to smile and did not mind expressing her delight, but even so, she shook her head before answering Joshua softly. ”Of course not. Zinsen's ambition is accomplished, which is why that fellow is putting on a show now that he's tired. I, however, had yet to fulfill my own wish, and therefore wouldn't seek an heir so freely.”Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click visiting.

”Furthermore, I wouldn't seek you or Igor.”

At those words, Yolanda glanced between both men and shook her head. ”You're too powerful, just like Igor.”

”Unlike Israel who felt that he had reached his own limits, the both of you are so powerful that we are reluctant for you to become gods.”