god of tomorrow

Tiffany smiled broadly, her radiant face becoming even more beautiful and elegant: "Gawain, the Church of the Temple of All Things also has a newcomer support program. You have already mastered the Golden Blood, and tonight you will accumulate more life energy, which you can use to cast other life magic in the future. Joining the Temple of All Things is the best choice."

How much discount?

"Gawain, the Temple of All Things is very generous and never skimps on resources to nurture talented young talents. With the guidance of renowned teachers, we guarantee that you will unlock all your talents in the shortest possible time and step into the magical realm that is unimaginable to ordinary people."

"Really? You're so generous, why didn't you even give me a token donation?"

“Gawain, there are too many things involved here, including the Church’s considerations and His Majesty the King’s judgments. It cannot be explained in just a few words.”

"Then let's elaborate. How much can be compensated?"

"..." x2

Money, money, money, all you ever think about is money. Can't you have some higher aspirations, like a higher level of thought or something?

Tiffany was stunned and suspected that Gawain did it on purpose. How could someone who could get in touch with the king be short of money? In the end, he had already agreed to the Church of Dawn.

Good news: Gao Wen is an honest man; once he agrees, he won't go back on his word.

Bad news: Gawain thinks the Church of Dawn has a brighter future and looks down on the second-rate Temple of All Things.

Both explanations are possible, but Tiffany was too lazy to think about them. She was personally escorting the sacred artifacts, and besides ensuring their safety, she had another important matter to attend to. She didn't have much time to waste on Gawain's words.

Let's finish our business first before we start digging!

"Gawain, this scepter is called 'The Aria of the First Birth of All Things.' It has a long history and is both offensive and defensive. In terms of historical significance and its own power, it ranks among the top sacred artifacts..."

Tiffany touched the casket, similar to a fingerprint unlocking operation, and then held up the scepter with both hands.

The scepter, made of an unknown material, resembled a woven blend of dried oak and tender spring branches. A jadeite was inlaid at its top, and it visibly contained a surging life force so intense that Gawain could feel refreshed and invigorated simply by taking a deep breath.

"Handle it gently, or I'll be punished along with you if you break anything," Tiffany reminded Gawain, urging him to be careful or everyone would be in trouble.

According to headquarters, although it is a cause for celebration that the long-lost seven-colored gemstone has been returned to its rightful owner, it is all show and no substance, its entire body hollowed out and it will take a long time to recover.

Everything shows that the donor engaged in relentless and violent exploitation, showing no respect or compassion, only caring about his own pleasure and not considering whether the seven-colored gemstone could withstand it.

This is a sacred artifact! You were careless in handling it, and then you stood up and kicked it!

Gawain only had eyes for the gleaming green dog-beating stick, ignoring what Tiffany was saying. He nodded in agreement, took the scepter with both hands, and sat down cross-legged on the spot.

Fate Magic: Spring of the Four Seasons: Golden Blood.

Move!

"..." x2

No, could you at least say a few words? You're so impatient, there's no foreplay or ritual at all! x2

And then there's the aria celebrating the birth of all things. You're usually so aloof, why aren't you being so picky today? Where's your affected air? x2

Tiffany and Jean shook their heads, both feeling a sense of disrespect. They believed that the way to treat a sacred artifact was as simple and brutal as Gawain's approach: if you dared to show concern and care, the artifact would treat you like a lapdog.

"Is everything alright? I'm still a little uneasy."

Qin stepped forward, coming to Tiffany's side, looking down at Gawain who was extracting life force.

The moment she stepped into the cathedral, or rather, as she escorted the scepter away from headquarters, an ominous shadow fell over her heart.

The moment the scepter fell into Gawain's hands, his unease reached its peak.

Why the unease?

Tiffany glanced at her, puzzled. "Because he almost broke the jewel, and he has a history of doing so, are you worried that the scepter will suffer the same fate?"

"Maybe……"

"You're overthinking it. The scepter isn't a precious gem. It's been used in worship and sacrifices for many years, and the life force it stores is incredibly rich. How could it possibly drain it dry?"

"Too."

Qin was not Zhang Yu; he knew that as long as there were believers in the world, the sacred instrument would never be destroyed, and if it were damaged, it could be repaired through faith and sacrifice. Logically, it should be foolproof, but for some reason, he felt uneasy.

As a powerful magician, Jean's unease was not unfounded; her premonition was very accurate—something bad was going to happen tonight.

Outside the rear hall, a figure lurked in the shadows, easily stepping over magical traps, not only avoiding all the knight guards but also bypassing the defensive mechanisms of what was called a cathedral but was actually a magic tower.

All defenses, whether human or magical, were now as unresponsive as a sleeping husband.

"An aria of the birth of all things, a jewel yet to be named..."

"How can we allow you to possess two sacred artifacts?"

Chapter 96 Clapping hands, whatever you shout comes true

Gao Wen sat cross-legged on the ground, tilted his buttocks, and immediately got into the zone.

Having had previous experience in replenishing the Seven-Colored Gemstone, this time he proceeded with ease, activating the Golden Blood, regarding the scepter as the 'Holy Grail of First Birth', and the life force within as the 'Breath of Hope,' continuously drawing it into himself.

The scepter, named 'Aria of the First Birth of All Things,' is clearly associated with the goddess of spring and, sensing the desires of her devotees, actively cooperates.

A hymn to the birth of all things: It's just a little bit of life, no problem, we're all on the same side, take what you want, if you're going to be polite to me, I'll get angry with you.

Gao Wen: Well then, here I come!

Gao Wen never held back; he exploited even the aging and faded Seven-Colored Diamond relentlessly, let alone the energetic Dog-Beating Stick.

Moreover, this is a one-time opportunity. After tonight, the two long-legged men will leave with their buckets, so there's no reason for them to be polite.

Hiss hiss hiss—!

The life force passed through Gawain's lungs in an epic fashion, and under the special processing of the magical golden blood, it surged wildly into his body, permeating his limbs and bones, merging into his flesh and blood, stabilizing his foundation, and amplifying his potential...

In truth, the effects of the Golden Blood could no longer unlock Gawain's full life potential. His pursuit of more life force was to achieve the perfect form recorded in the Golden Blood.

As life force accumulates and breaks through a certain critical point within the body, it will form its own cycle, like opening a life furnace, creating its own life force, and completely breaking free from dependence on external sources.

To put it bluntly, a large amount of life force marinates a person until the concentration reaches its peak, and the quantitative change leads to the qualitative change, transforming them into a perfect form of golden blood.

Gao Wen had already experienced a period of spiritual growth, so this time he didn't need to expend much energy; he could draw out as much as his body could hold from the scepter.

He was pleased, but the scepter was in trouble. A calculation problem appeared in front of him: If water is drained from a pool without any inflow, how many hours will it take to empty the pool?

In a few hours, the scepter will sense something; Gawain will be able to drain the pool in at most fifteen minutes.

Ten minutes later.

Qin stood tall beside Gao Wen. She was neither a protector nor had any obligation to protect Gao Wen. An ominous premonition lingered, so she deliberately moved closer to the 'suspect'.

"Qin, you're too nervous."

Tiffany shook her head slightly. Seeing that Qin was poised to be drawn at any moment, she was about to tell a joke to ease the tense atmosphere when she suddenly sensed something and her expression froze as she looked to her right.

An extremely subtle aura emanated from her, its invisible fluctuations entering her perception domain without warning.

There's an assassin!

"come out!"

The moment Tiffany shouted her rebuke, Qin, who had also sensed something amiss, narrowed her eyes. As the vice-commander of the Temple Knights, her fighting instincts were far faster than her thoughts. Her tense body sprang forward, and in the blink of an eye, a gleaming knight's longsword was in her hand.

Without the slightest hesitation, he flicked his wrist, and the longsword, accompanied by a piercing explosion, swept out towards the empty area.

Rumble—

This sword strike contained no magic, only the sheer numerical force of a burst of magical power. The terrifying shockwave crashed down relentlessly, forcing the hidden spy, shadow and all, to emerge.

What's all this noise? It's so late at night. Do the cattle and horses on the street still have to kneel before reality tomorrow?

Gao Wenzheng was focused on squeezing the scepter, and just as the life force within him was about to break through the critical threshold, he was disturbed by the rumbling noise and opened his eyes in dissatisfaction.

The first thing you see is Tiffany's back, her long, flowing hair just reaching her waist. Her pale yellow robes are unbelted at the waist, usually loose and flowing, but now, with her wary movements and the magical runes dancing without wind, they subtly outline the curves of her waist and hips.

Are you talking nonsense?

Gawain quickly held his breath, thinking it probably wouldn't happen. Even if the Holy Maiden farted, she would do it secretly in a secluded corner, without making such a commotion.

Hey you in that urine-yellow shirt, could you move aside? Your butt's blocking my view.

Gawain tilted his head to the side and found the source of the noise: Qin was confronting a mysterious masked man dressed in black.

"So it was an assassin. What's the big deal? I thought it was an assassin!"

Wait a minute, an assassin?!

Gao Wenteng jumped up and took two steps forward, firmly protecting Tiffany in front of him: "Holy Maiden, are they here to assassinate you, or to steal the sacred artifact?"

Gao Wen thought to himself that he didn't deserve such treatment. He was as innocent as a white flower, law-abiding and had never offended anyone. It was impossible for someone to spend a lot of money to come to the Cathedral of All Things to assassinate him.

The most valuable people in the entire event were Tiffany, the saint, and the Dog-Beating Stick, which was powerful enough to suppress the fate of an entire religion.

“It’s not clear yet. Take the sacred artifact and leave as soon as possible. Jean and I will cover you,” Tiffany said calmly.

"Makes sense."

As Gawain said this, he increased the pumping force and took another step closer to Tiffany.

"???"

No, move away! Why are you getting so close?

Tiffany was speechless. She took a step to the side. The saint's every word and action represented the image of the church, especially her keeping her distance from men. If Qin reported this to the church headquarters, she would definitely get a severe scolding.

Gao Wen followed up with a step.

Tiffany sighed and repeated, "Gawain, hurry up and leave with the sacred artifact. Jean and I will cover you."

"What if there are still assassins outside? If I leave and the sacred artifact is stolen or goes missing, can you two take responsibility?" Gao Wen refused. The situation was unclear, and splitting up at this point would only lead to splitting up. Staying with the experts was the safest option.

"..."

What he said made so much sense that I was speechless.

Tiffany admitted that Gawain was right. Seeing that Qin's body was tense but she did not move for a long time, she guessed what she was worried about. She slowly bent down and gently placed her fair white palm on the marble floor.

Buzzing—

Magic surged in, the magic circle activated, and the entire space of the rear hall was forcibly reset. The four magnificent and solemn statues slowly disappeared in the distortion of light and shadow, replaced by a vast and boundless grassland.

The sky is blue with white clouds, there are no sheep running on the grassland, and the fresh scent of grass and trees permeates the air; everything feels incredibly real.

Gawain stomped his foot. It wasn't an illusion; at least, he couldn't tell if it was an illusion or reality.

The moment the statue disappeared, Qin was completely free of worries. A chilling aura emanated from her, and the bone-chilling cold spread wildly in all directions from her center.

In a mere second, the vibrant grassland, teeming with life, was covered by endless frost, transforming into a desolate ice field.