Wizard Alchemist

Chapter 817 The Bewildered God (4-in-1)

A few months later.

Western Front, in front of the gate of the war camp.

The carriages, laden with supplies, slowly drove in.

Aug stood personally in front of the tent, squinting as he watched the heavy carts stop, and his soldiers stepped forward to hand them over.

"My lord, it's the new equipment that His Highness the Great Wizard personally oversaw."

Soon, a military wizard who looked like an advisor walked over quickly, with a hint of joy on his face.

Aug nodded and stepped forward.

After the handover, everyone unloaded the newly arrived goods.

Then, out of curiosity, they watched as the boxes were opened one by one, revealing neatly stacked new weapons inside.

Their appearance is still that of cold weapons such as battle axes, longswords, and heavy hammers, but their surfaces are engraved with brand-new runes, gleaming with a faint, eerie blue magical light.

Even without the Eye of Hermes, the crowd could still discern its extraordinary nature with their naked eyes.

"Wow, this looks really good!"

Under Aug's command, a warrior picked up a strangely shaped longsword.

The sword is decorated with a beautiful Gothic-style hilt, on which mysterious runes are engraved and glow faintly.

Aug also received a uniquely shaped battle axe, equally artistic in style, from another subordinate.

This ingenious design gives it more artistic value than a typical, simple axe.

Aug turned to look at the nearby training ground and waved his hand at the wooden target a few dozen steps away.

To everyone's astonishment, a pale blue wind blade whistled out and precisely cleaved the wooden target in two.

"Wind Blade Technique!"

Those around gasped in surprise.

The others also began to stir.

The soldiers picked up and tested various weapons: fireballs, lightning, ice spikes...

Various low-level spells burst forth as the weapon was swung.

Although these are all low-level basic models without mastery of specializations or arcane arts, they are like a divine aid to these warriors who rely on close combat year after year and lack spellcasting abilities.

"Hahaha, not bad, not bad!"

Aug stroked the battle axe in his hand, a satisfied smile appearing on his rugged face.

"As expected of the Great Wizard, you actually succeeded in developing it!"

"Melee equipment that allows us roughnecks to cast spells like those great wizards!"

He then turned to look at the crowd.

What are you still standing there for?
Distribute them quickly and get everyone proficient in using these new guys as soon as possible!

The soldiers responded with a resounding roar.

Soon, the training ground was filled with the sounds of various spells exploding and magical light intertwining.

……

"Fireball!"

The soldier shouted excitedly.

The heavy hammer in his hand slammed down, bursting into a burst of blazing flames.

Another soldier swiftly swung his longsword, and bolts of lightning shot out like silver snakes, leaving charred marks on the training ground.

This is a scene of everyone training with the new weapons after the handover.

Most people were overjoyed at the new weaponry and were amazed by the High Wizard's inventions.

Unaware that a pair of eyes were closely watching from all around the training ground.

Those were spies sent here by the mages.

Most of the soldiers in Orgrimmar's legion are former subordinates from another world, but they also need local residents as guides or laborers when stationed in this area.

Therefore, some were conscripted.

Unexpectedly, a spy from the mage's side had infiltrated them.

After lying in wait for many days, he finally noticed the anomaly and was greatly shocked.

"What exactly is this thing? Is it a magic wand that can be charged and gather energy?"

However, the nature of spellcasting seems to be different. It doesn't require any operation from the caster, and all combat-type classes can trigger it!
This is a versatile technology that transcends professions and fields!

Although these magical weapons only demonstrate the ability to cast low-level spells, they are undoubtedly a huge boost for melee classes.

In particular, the other side has also mass-produced this technology and applied it to ordinary soldiers.

No matter how low-level the spell, once it is widely used, it can trigger a chain reaction.

It is very likely to be a decisive factor in the upcoming great war.

The spy was secretly anxious.

"This message needs to be spread..."

So, not long after, he secretly found an opportunity to be alone and used his "animal messenger" to summon wild animals to deliver messages for him.

Instead of using birds like crows or sparrows to deliver messages, he chose field mice that burrow into the ground.

This mammal can remember more information, moves on the ground, and is better at concealing itself.

……

"New weapons issued to every combatant, magical equipment with spellcasting capabilities?"

"Isn't this similar to our Legion Wand and spell scrolls?"

"Hmm? Something's not right!"

Wizards use it as a weapon; it looks like a melee weapon, but it's actually an energy-storing wand. Pulling the trigger activates a powerful spell!

This is much more convenient to use than many wands and spell scrolls.

Soon, the mages realized what was happening.

Although the spies' abilities were limited and they failed to steal the actual items, they were unable to directly demonstrate the formidable performance of the magical equipment.

However, the basic parameter descriptions and the records of what they saw and heard quickly made them take it seriously.

Unlike Freo and his Nehpur garrison, the mage in charge of the matter did not neglect his duties, but immediately reported it to his superiors.

Soon, Archmage Volley found out.

He also attached great importance to this, and even, due to his experience and knowledge, was able to instantly deduce more information.

"This looks like it utilizes the power of a mage, borrowing the spirit nature of fairies to manipulate mana, rather than simply inscribing rune arrays or something similar onto the object!"

As the saying goes, different paths lead to the same destination; the mages had already studied similar techniques long ago.

They identified two routes to achieve similar results long ago.

One method involves engraving a magic array on the staff to form an energy circuit, and then using the magic crystal or similar material embedded in the staff head as a core to create this energy storage device.

Secondly, it endows objects with "spirits," by having an individual with spiritual energy attach itself to the object, adding extraordinary power to it.

However, the former is a traditional application with many flaws, while the latter is extremely difficult to refine, and large-scale application is almost an impossible task.

They had already gone very deep into the research and development of these two routes, but encountered insurmountable obstacles in their respective fields.

Unexpectedly, one day, they suddenly discovered what appeared to be a successful product on the enemy's side.

Therefore, Woolley also chose to take it very seriously and continued to report it to his superiors.

This world is overseen by a legendary mage, and the fourth-level mage, the legendary powerhouse Hosdim, was thus drawn to the matter and learned of it.

******
A few days later, in a void that resembled a pitch-black universe, a bridge made of white jade was laid out like a rainbow, with layers of steps leading upwards.

Archmage Volley arrived here alone and ascended the high platform.

Moments later, the sky suddenly tore open.

As a bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, the white-haired old man stepped into the void, surrounded by numerous runes of various colors, his robes fluttering even without wind.

In an instant, runes around them lit up, presenting a three-dimensional pattern similar to the manifestation of ideographic characters.

This white-haired old man was none other than the legendary archmage, the mage Hosdim, who was sent here by Achinila as its guardian.

"Woolley, what's the important matter?"
I fought the great wizard Pronos before, and although I ultimately won, wounding and driving him away, I also suffered some damage to my core strength...

You should still remember my instructions.

Seeing the other party's displeased expression, which seemed to say "you'd better have something to say," Volley felt secretly guilty.

However, considering his own judgment, he still said with certainty, "That's right, Your Excellency, the enemy's Grand Wizard, Roy, has made a new move."

"Oh?"

As expected, Hosdim's expression became much more serious upon hearing that the information concerned the "Great Wizard".

These three words alone were enough to earn his attention.

This is a formidable enemy of equal strength, and a crucial factor that ultimately determines the outcome of the entire world battlefield.

"Based on the information we have gathered so far, Roy rose to prominence extremely quickly, almost in an illogical way, rapidly advancing from a low-level wizard to a high-level wizard."

He seemed to never encounter any obstacles, and his luck had always been excellent…

Somewhat to Volley's surprise, after listening to his report, Hosdim did not pay much attention to the equipment itself, but instead talked about the people who made it.

The enemy's Grand Wizard, Roy!
"That's right, some high-level strategists made bold assumptions based on information provided by intelligence personnel."

The other party was suspected of having their soul stolen by a great shaman who perished in the Kingdom of Chalk, whose true spirit was secretly replaced!

Wollley quickly relayed the speculation from Achinila.

"At the very least, one obtains many high-level soul particles, thereby merging with the origin and gaining talent."

This matter is also documented in the Imperial Library. Similar incidents all occur under extremely accidental circumstances, and are sometimes referred to as reincarnation or possession of another's body.

"That's somewhat possible."

Hosdim nodded seriously, surprisingly agreeing with this statement.

To date, neither the arcane nor the sorcerer world has truly deciphered the mysteries of the soul; at best, they only know of the existence of the true spirit.

This already touches upon the realm of "creating a soul," but it has failed to go any further.

After the forbidden experiment in the Land of Cretaceous failed, many related studies were urgently halted, and even the arcane experiments in Achinira were affected.

This is information that high-ranking officials absolutely need to know.

Therefore, some people also talked about Roy in private, linking his rise to the decline of the Cretaceous Kingdom.

There's nothing we can do; the timing of both events is just too coincidental.

Some people would know with a little investigation that Roy had just been promoted to intermediate apprentice shortly after the explosion of the Cretaceous Country.

And after that, he, who had always performed mediocrely, immediately became a genius.

How could this not arouse suspicion?
Compared to the wizards' casual attitude of "the meat will rot in the pot anyway," the mages undoubtedly took it much more seriously.

"If the truth is indeed as suspected, then the secrets Roy carries, and the value of his soul, are far greater!"

Now, he has shown an extraordinary talent for creating beings like spirits, and he handles many difficulties that are hard for us to overcome with ease.

Even the entire Kingdom of Cretaceous cannot compare...

This really makes one wonder if the other side has actually pulled something.

At this point, Hosdim couldn't help but let out another long sigh.

"Unfortunately, all of this happened far too fast!"
In just two or three hundred years, he had become a great wizard, making him no longer so easy to hunt down!

Hunting...

Volley felt a chill run down his spine.

I never imagined the higher-ups had this plan...

However, high-ranking enemy personnel and high-ranking wizards have always been on this list of key targets.

It is not surprising that Roy, as a rising star in recent centuries, has received significant attention.

"Forget it, let's try to get a sample of the equipment he made first."

A moment later, Hosdim sighed again.

Hunting down the great wizard is not so easy; this matter requires careful consideration.

Therefore, I should continue to rest and recuperate, and study the other party's products.

He chose a more realistic goal.

……

Following the secret conversation between Volre and Hosdim, the Arcane Empire's spies and agents quickly sprang into action.

At this point, the new equipment began to be used in actual combat, which was also part of Roy's testing.

Testing this new type of equipment, which combines the "affix system" and "sacred name forging," in actual combat can provide him with valuable feedback.

As a result, Aug and the others were surprised to find that this thing was very useful.

While it's far less comprehensive than a true spellcaster, in a real combat environment, the extra power of those low-level spells that can be freely used makes it virtually invincible.

After several battles, the soldiers fought bravely and won victories with ease.

It's not just the Orgrimmar Legion, which is primarily composed of melee classes...

At the same time, another high-ranking wizard under Roy's command, Neom, also experienced the convenience of this new type of equipment.

"Hahaha, this is wonderful!"
It's so much more convenient than all those wands and scrolls we used to have!

In the past, wands and scrolls were undoubtedly magic-based equipment, meant to be used by spellcasters or ranged attackers.

Now, this new type of equipment, which combines "affixes" and "holy names" forging, is more often found on melee weapons used by melee classes.

Essentially, it's like equipping these warriors with their own personal "magicians".

If even Naom and others reacted this way, the reaction of Marshall and other native nobles was even more shocking.

They exclaimed in unison, "Your Excellency the Great Wizard is truly divine!"

"These are simply divine weapons!"

The benefits of new technologies have fallen on their heads.
It feels like a primitive man using a lightsaber, slashing at his enemy with sparks and lightning.

And so, the wizarding faction won victory after victory.

At the end of the year, they successfully occupied a place called Yenaro City.

******
Inside the Nehebur Wizard Tower at this moment.

New battle reports arrived.

Tarling Celine faithfully fulfilled her duty by reporting the matter to him.

Normally, such matters wouldn't reach Roy's side; at most, Artea and Nisa would assess the situation and issue new orders.

However, this "Yanaro City" is somewhat special.

"Yanaro City..."

Roy listened and pondered.

The girl's head slowly floated up and came before him. Her lips moved, revealing her identity. "This is a city located in the central part of the Nomon world continent, originally belonging to the Holy Duchy of Kadosh. Later, it was seceded by a referendum and became a neutral city-state, independent of multiple kingdoms and duchies..."

Because it is the abode of the legendary native deity, Fatis, the god of fate.

It is also the only place with clear historical records of "divine intervention" and "manifestations"!

"The Goddess of Destiny, Fatis..."

Roy had studied the relevant materials carefully before coming here, so how could he not know?
However, no matter how much research is done, it will always just be cold, hard text and numbers.

He thought for a moment and then summoned Prandtse.

“I previously sent you to explore various places, and you have also been to this place called Yenaro.”

I remember you came back and told me it was a very ordinary, unremarkable little town.

"That's right, but the atmosphere there is very religious. All the countries in the local world believe in and recognize those deeds, so it really does have a bit of the feel of a holy city."

If I had to draw a comparison, it would be like the capital of the Kingdom of Lux, which is directly controlled by the Temple.

Then, he talked about some of his observations about the city.

"The god of fate, Fatis, is depicted as a deity who existed since the beginning of the world and controls the trajectory of human destiny."

Of course, from our perspective, this is just the ignorance of the indigenous people, who are praising it...

From the perspective of demystifying and restoring the truth, it is highly likely that it was an indigenous demon god that originated 300 to 500 years ago.

If the other party's progress is slow, it may even have been born even earlier...

Such native demon gods are ignorant of the outside world of the star sea, making them easy targets for powerful figures from all sides.

After suffering losses, they learned to hide away and seek development.

But after that, whether they step out of their homeland like the goddess of fortune, or remain hidden and in the shadows, depends on their birth circumstances and the environment they face...

Fatis was extremely wary of outsiders and hid himself very well from beginning to end. The previous Archmage Pronos and the legendary mage Hosdim had both tried to communicate with him and win him over to their side, but they were politely refused.

He seemed intent on hiding and unwilling to be drawn into the war between us and the mages.

During the conversation, Roy made a suggestion.

"I will personally go to Yenaro City to see if it is really as rumored, that there is an incarnation of a god."

Perhaps we could find an opportunity to meet Him and probe His thoughts.

"Hey?"

Prandtse was slightly surprised.

"The great wizard Pronos had failed before..."

Would you like to try again?

Roy said, "It wasn't just the Archmage Pronos who failed; Hosdim, the mage, also failed..."

Regardless, successfully bringing them into the camp would undoubtedly be a major benefit that would completely change the world order.

Since I arrived here, I have never taken the initiative to contact the other party.

We have to actually give it a try.

This reason was sufficient, and Prandtse believed it.

However, what she didn't expect was that what Roy was really interested in was the power that the other party held, which controlled the Holy Name and the so-called Power of Destiny.

The faction is the alliance...

This knowledge and power are yours to possess!

He is becoming increasingly interested in the origin of this world and the divine power controlled by the native gods.

……

More than half a month passed quickly.

Roy arranged everything properly and entrusted Nisha and Freya to take charge of the central command, strictly implementing strategic preparedness.

Only then did they take Artia and Prandtse with them and secretly go there.

By this time, it was already the new year.

Inside Fatima Cathedral, hymns drifted through the air, and the lights shone brightly.

The local indigenous people are performing their usual prayers.

Although the town had fallen into the hands of wizards, no war broke out because of concerns about the consequences.

The local residents lived in fear for a few days, but when they found that everything was normal, they quickly returned to normal.

Roy sat on a pew inside the church, his gaze calmly fixed ahead.

Artia and Prandelle stood on either side, watching warily as a figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

He wore a simple gray robe, and his face was indistinct, as if shrouded in a mist.

"Guests from afar, why disturb the peace of this city?"

The mysterious man's voice was gentle, yet carried an indescribable air of authority.

Roy smiled slightly: "I've come to seek the truth, the historical legends of this city, and the existence of the god of fate, Fatis."

The mysterious man was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "He may not necessarily welcome you."

Roy smiled and said, "The human heart is like water, seemingly flowing randomly, but in fact it is in harmony with the way of nature."

If there is a desire, it will flow like a river, ceaselessly day and night, and will eventually reach the sea.

Therefore, I believe that what you keep in mind will eventually come to pass.

Perhaps He will hear my wish and respond?

"So you believe that fate is predetermined, controlled by a higher force called 'destiny'?"

The mysterious man pondered for a moment, deliberately avoiding Roy's "wish," and changed the subject.

"No, you've probably misunderstood."

Roy shook his head.

"I'm more inclined to believe it's like rolling dice..."

Every event in the world is either a probabilistic event or an independent event, but when you throw enough times, the result will gradually tend towards a certain established pattern.

This is the so-called truth of fate, a mere coincidence...

This kind of coincidence is also based on objective material conditions, just as a river has a riverbed and its own course.

However, just as rivers can overflow and change course, human will can also have a reciprocal effect on matter...

Therefore, they also have every opportunity to control their own destiny.

This may be difficult, and may even ultimately lead to failure, but it is a completely different outcome from never having tried.

Where does this so-called destiny come from?
It's nothing more than an excuse to comfort oneself when one is powerless to resist.

Upon hearing his words, the mysterious man was suddenly startled, as if he had been touched.

There is no destiny...

Only matter…

Under the slightly astonished gazes of Atedia and Prandelle, the other person slowly pulled down her hood, revealing a face of indescribable beauty, one that seemed utterly otherworldly.

******
In an instant, holy light shone everywhere, and the lounge in the corner of the church seemed to be enveloped by some sacred and magnificent power, isolated from the world.

Artia and Prandtia saw believers and servants coming and going, but they seemed like ghosts.

At the same time, he, Lord Roy, and the mysterious figure in front of him seemed to have fallen into some kind of time-space detour, completely unnoticed by the believers and servants.

Just as a figure approached, and then, as if a fleeting image of history had passed through him, the handsome, androgynous mystery man sat down on the bench opposite him.

The other party's identity is already obvious.

This is the very target they seek on this journey: Fatis, the god of destiny of the native world.

However, just like Roy came in an avatar, what the other party descended here was merely a level zero "avatar of a god," which did not even have a physical form, but was merely a thought.

That's way too sneaky!

Looking at this androgynous native deity, Atedia and Pranzhe did not feel the same awe and worship that mortals have for gods. Instead, they both thought to themselves in the same way.

Because they have already been "demystified".

"Guests from afar, would you like to hear a story from me?"

The incarnation of Fatis continued to sigh softly in that inexplicably profound tone.

"please."

Although Roy had some doubts, he still respected the other party's wishes.

"Long, long ago, in this world, a magical fruit was born..."

The outside world refers to it as a god...

The goddess of destiny, Fatis, was born amidst the faith and worship of all living beings.

As a newly born deity, He quickly learned about the history, culture, and various knowledge and secrets of the intelligent beings in this world through unseen prayers.

He was like a true god, seemingly omniscient and omnipotent.

Roy nodded slightly.

Indeed, as the information states, this Fatis is a product of the combined influence of natural spirituality and wisdom.

Over the years, the exploration and conjecture about sacred names and destiny have been condensed into divine power, gradually maturing and crystallizing.

Or perhaps the world sensed some future crisis, and driven by its will, it ultimately succeeded in bringing it to fruition.

"However, soon, foreign enemies invaded, and mages and wizards arrived one after another, plunging all races into war..."

Fatis then began to realize the vastness of the universe and his own ignorance…

"Gods, grant me great power to drive away the invading enemies!"

"Gods, I beg you to resurrect my family and restore my original life!"

"Gods, why are you playing this trick on me? I won't accept it!"

As Fatis, the incarnation of the narrator, spoke, the surrounding power of faith seemed to be drawn in, and countless voices overlapped, murmuring softly.

Various emotions were expressed, including awe, eagerness, anger, and resentment...

Feedback regarding the power of destiny and authority came crashing down, deeply troubling this newly born deity.

Without a word, Roy and the others seemed to empathize with Fatis's confusion and helplessness, as if they were experiencing the same thing themselves, within this atmosphere of spiritual influence.

On one hand, He is constrained by His identity and function, and seeks His own mission; on the other hand, He is also similar to those mortals...

The same sense of powerlessness and resentment.

Even mortals have Him as a deity to pray to and place their hopes in.

As the god of destiny, He is the hope of the whole world, yet no one can pray to Him or place their hopes in Him.

"Therefore, Fatis fell into confusion..."

He knew all too well that the powerful outsider was unfathomable and that he could not possibly be its enemy, yet he also possessed his own pride and could not, like a slave, grovel and offer up everything to beg for peace…

He also knew the principle that one must take control of one's own destiny, and like Him, He wanted to struggle...

If you were in that situation, what would you do?

Ultimately, the other party, with a predicament similar to "I have a friend," inquired about Roy as if seeking a remedy from a doctor.

Roy pondered upon hearing this.

This is the question Fatis raised, and it is also the key to the problem.

The world is being invaded.

The god of fate is the key to balancing the three parties.

Both he and the monk wanted to win Him over.

However, there is an unspoken understanding in the high-magic world that it is impossible for the two sides to fight each other, allowing the natives to reap the benefits.

So, the situation has reached a stalemate.

"This guy..."

That's a bit difficult to answer!

Even the god of fate cannot see through destiny, let alone control one's own destiny.

So they tried to appear weak.

But His greatest value lies in His divinity; He is a primordial deity who has the potential to reach the level of a true god, the origin of the world.

And indeed, it can be considered a valuable asset.

In truth, it could all be described as a strategic retreat, leaving the difficult problem to the wizards and sorcerers to solve.

This is also why the great wizard Pronos and Hosdim had both tried to see Him but had always failed.

They were unable to answer the question.

Roy hadn't fully figured out the answer to this question either, but he had his own reasons for coming here to find the other person.

"Nothing can replace me!"

You are the one facing this problem, and you are the only one facing it!

"I?"

"That's right, it's you!"

You should be well aware that the current situation is one of perfect harmony between mages and wizards.

We guarded against each other while cooperating tacitly.

Based on their respective continental kingdoms of Sharik and Ochiden, they continuously nibbled away and annexed, fighting for control in the same way they had for the city of Yenaro.

Fatis listened quietly, and considering the current facts, had to admit: "That's certainly true."

Roy continued, "The reason for this tacit understanding is that in the past, the two camps had similar conflicts and contradictions, which were ultimately exploited by the native strongmen."

Both Vizel and Achinira were veteran colonizers who had successfully colonized many worlds, but they also had their share of setbacks.

There's no need to shy away from this...

However, past experiences and lessons have been transformed into today's countermeasures, resulting in even more rigorous control!
Your world, and you, as a deity, cannot escape this fate.

Once we've finished fighting for territory in the central part of the continent, our next step will be to deal with you.

You're still playing third-person perspective here, like you're playing "I Have a Friend"!

This is not the mindset of a strong person; it's like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, running away from reality!

Fatis's expression shifted from initial calm to surprise, then to shock and anger, and finally to shock.

My emotions seemed to be drawn in, and I gradually became angry.

However, the surrounding light and shadow quickly subsided and calmed down again.

He let out a long, soft sigh and reluctantly admitted it.

"Cleverness is indeed no match for wisdom, Your Excellency the Great Wizard, you are right..."

You're right, it is indeed my job to answer this question!

(End of this chapter)