Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 90 The Dragon of Time
St. Colón Cathedral, Hailar Province.

"Quianz, Mefaraya, what brings you two here?"

Inside the central chapel hall, Ulster knelt before the colossal statue of the Dragon of Time, praying. Sensing a spatial fluctuation behind him, he turned around to see two elderly men emerging from a portal.

"Huh? Ultras~ You don't look well. Did something happen?"

A few years ago, when the group met, Ulster was a sprightly and healthy old man. Standing together, it was impossible to tell that the Archbishop of Time Dragon was the oldest among them.

When they met again, they were surprised to find that Urtes' body had changed so much. His once rosy complexion was now ashen and devoid of any radiance, his once upright back had inexplicably become hunched, and his body had become extremely thin, with the knuckles on his fingers clearly visible.

His eyes, which used to shine like stars, have become empty and lifeless, like a candle that could be extinguished at any moment.

Seeing his old friend's condition, Mefaraia quickly stepped forward, grabbed Urst's arm, and emitted a pale green light. Urst gently patted Mefaraia's hand.

"No need, Anze, I know my own situation."

Come on, let's go sit over there. I never expected to see you two at the last minute; it's truly a joyous occasion.

The three of them walked around the statue of the Dragon of Time and entered the chapel behind it.

"Ulster, what happened to you? Why are you like this?"

As soon as they sat down, Mefaraya asked eagerly, but the archbishop of the Dragon of Time did not answer immediately. Instead, he slowly poured a cup of tea for each of them, then leisurely returned to his seat, poured himself a cup, and sat down before saying:
"Try it, try it! I've recently discovered that brewing tea is actually a very interesting thing."

By the way, would you two like some pastries? The church recently hired a pastry chef, wow~ Marceau is such a capable girl, she knows how to make a thousand kinds of pastries. But the bad thing is, even if I ate three kinds every day, it would still take me more than three years.

Quianz and Mefaraya exchanged a glance, both seeing disbelief in each other's eyes, and they stared at each other in bewilderment.

With a friendship spanning nearly three hundred years, those who know Ulster know that this respectable old man is a devout believer who is like an ascetic. Before, he didn't drink tea or eat pastries, and even the bishop's robes he wore were decades old.

"Ulster, what's wrong? Did something happen?"

Looking at the worried faces of his two old friends, Ulster slowly said:
"I can no longer sense the Dragon of Time."

"Can't sense it?"

At this point, the legendary archbishop lowered his head in a dejected manner, like a child who had lost his parents. Due to his extreme thinness, even from Mefaraia's and Ulster's perspective, one could see Ulster's prominent cheekbones and slightly trembling white beard.

"The Dragon of Time unilaterally severed its connection with the church not long ago, and then the Flame of Time began to shrink continuously."

I prayed many times without response until a few days ago when the church prepared the offerings. I led the congregation in a large prayer meeting, which was attended by everyone in the church.

But the prayers did not go very well.

After saying this, Ulster stared blankly at the small shrine next to him, remained silent for a moment, and then continued.

"The Dragon of Time must be dead."

Ulster spoke as calmly as if he were talking about a stray cat or dog on the street.

"What! What did you say! Is this true?! Ulster?"

Hearing the old bishop utter these terrifying words, even the two legends, who had experienced many great storms in their lives, were utterly shocked.

"How did you determine that, Urst? Could you have misread it? Things involving deities are usually inaccurate, aren't they?"

The old bishop silently sipped his tea. After a while, once the two had calmed down a bit, he continued:

“I also hoped it was false, but I saw some fragments in prayer, and combined with some things that have already happened, the conclusion I came to was basically true, there is no mistake.”

"What clip?"

Ulster calmly poured himself another cup of tea, held it in his hands, feeling the warmth emanating from the cup, and continued:

"After the priest, I received no response, so I initiated a divine revelation. Then I saw some scenes from the beginning."

One is a young man who wields a holy sword, flapping his wings as he charges into the boundless darkness.

And the Eternal Night Forest was engulfed in flames, the World Tree reduced to ashes in the fire.

Furthermore, in the realm of the Dragon of Time, I saw the remains of a god, whose body was still being eroded by the power of darkness.

There were two more shots of two young people, but unfortunately I couldn't make out their faces.

After hearing this, Quianz and Mefaraya were speechless with shock for a long time. A silence fell over the three of them as they silently drank their tea, each lost in their own thoughts.

After a while, Mefaraja broke the silence first.

"What happened to you? Why did you become like this?"

Ulster smiled, picked up a piece of pastry, and put it in his mouth. Seeing an old friend in his final days was still a cause for celebration. "If the Time Dragon is most likely dead, or something has happened to it..."

This would explain why the Flame of Time is getting smaller and smaller. When the Flame of Time goes out, the operation of this world will become unpredictable.

Time is far too short for us; no one is ready.

Therefore, I made arrangements for my affairs afterward, except to preserve a small portion of the flame. I will lead the remaining followers in a life-sacrificing ceremony to keep the Flame of Time burning.

Hearing Mefaraya frown and say in a deep voice:

"Is there no other way?"

Ulster finished the last bit of tea in his cup:
"We've never had a choice, have we? Mefaraya, what we lack most is time."

Okay, okay, let's not talk about this anymore.

What's Rafa busy with? After our last telepathic call, I thought he was coming.

Quienz briefly described what had happened at the astrologers' headquarters a few days earlier.

After listening, Uerts remained silent for a moment, then sighed deeply.
"He's worked so hard, and I hope everything we've done has been meaningful. This old man who's lived for over five hundred years really doesn't want to leave this world."

Looking at the gaunt old man sitting opposite her, Mefalaya felt a pang of sorrow.

"It will be alright, it will be alright. Rafa has already gone to the capital. We will unite all forces that can be united."

Qinghe Plain
A carriage was slowly making its way down the road. With the guard down in Helgen, Haven and his two companions successfully bought a Shire horse from a horse dealer.

After replenishing some supplies at the market, they continued their journey to the capital. This time, having learned from his previous experience, Haven purchased a large amount of food just in case.

"How about that, Serena? Aren't I amazing? I mastered the mere levitation technique in just three days."

Selena, lying on her back in the carriage, was licking a milk popsicle, her eyes slightly narrowed, looking quite content.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Lori held the reins in one hand and a popsicle in the other. Even though his body was starting to tremble slightly, he didn't stop eating.

"Will, this is delicious! It's sweet and cool, and it tastes really good."

"Yes, yes, Miss Serena is right. Mr. Will, how can you make such delicious food? You are simply a genius. If I had money, I would definitely hire you as my chef."

Seeing the two people engrossed in their popsicles, Haven shook his head sadly; this wasn't the praise he wanted to hear.

Seeing that neither of them paid any attention to him, Haven reduced the amount of magic he was channeling, plopped down on the cushion in the carriage, and patted Lori on the shoulder.

"Eat less. We agreed that you'd be driving the carriage today. If you eat something cold and get diarrhea, you'll still have to drive it for me. I won't do it for you."

"It's alright, it's alright, Mr. Will. I'll just eat something hot to warm myself up later."

Haven rolled his eyes silently as he listened to Lori's diarrhea-inducing meal. "I'm going to add extra chili peppers to the soup later, so you can be as arrogant as you want."

After glancing at Serena, who had just taken out a popsicle from his homemade refrigerator, Haven completely gave up on managing the two of them and took out a map from his ring to look at it.

“We’ve been traveling on the Qinghe Plain for three days now. If my estimate is correct, we should reach the outer edge of Luoyue Canyon around dusk. We’ll rest there for the night and cross Luoyue Canyon tomorrow.”

"Okay, Mr. Will. What shall we have for dinner? Can we order?"

Haven put the map back into his ring and said coldly:
"No, whatever I make, you'll eat."

"Will, Will, I want to eat that spicy, hot pot."

Seeing Serena staring at him with her large, pale purple eyes, Havent's previously cold expression instantly changed. He smiled at Serena.

"Sure, that's called hot pot. I remember the adventurer's handbook said that a lot of antelopes live on the Qinghe Plain. I heard that the meat of those antelopes is very good. But it's strange, how come we haven't seen any along the way?"

Lori turned to look at Havent, who had changed his tune, silently despised him, and continued driving in a huff.

In the blink of an eye, it had gotten dark. Haven stood up from the carriage and patted Lori on the shoulder.

"Where are we from? We'll camp over there tonight."

Lori looked in the direction Haven pointed and saw a wide-open meadow. He nodded, pulled on the reins, and turned towards it.

"Lori, come over and move the things downstairs. Let's set it up quickly and get ready to cook."

"Mr. Will, I have a bit of a stomachache, I need to go to the toilet first."

"you!!!!"

(End of this chapter)