god of tomorrow

Fate Magic - Goddess of Winter - Dormant Frozen Soil.

Some masters compete by comparing height first, while others start with a court card.

It’s so cold!

Gao Wen shivered, exhaled a cloud of white mist, and watched as the mist quickly condensed in the biting wind, turning into ice shards that fell to the ground.

I've confirmed the special effects; they're people I can't beat.

Gawain was well aware of his own limitations; it was normal that he couldn't beat Qin. The key was the mysterious man, who dared to break into the Cathedral of All Things. He was either insane or had absolute confidence.

What is the situation outside? Is it already a scene of carnage and hell on earth?

Gawain's heart skipped a beat. Remembering that Hill was still waiting for him in the parking lot, he lowered his voice and said, "Holy Maiden, don't just stand there. Protecting the scepter is important, but supporting your teammates is equally crucial. Hurry up and make your move!"

"No rush, let's take a look first."

"..."

By the time you finish watching, even the blue-haired guy will have turned red-haired!

Tiffany had her own ideas; this battlefield was not yet Gawain's place to command. Her eyes were fixed on the mysterious man in black, while she sensed the changes in the surrounding magical fluctuations.

On the other side, Qin had already clashed with the mysterious man, and the battle quickly escalated from the start.

The mysterious man's weapon was a strangely shaped hook, an extremely rare and sinister weapon, which would release large swaths of poisonous mist whenever it was swung.

These poisonous gases seemed to be composed of individual living beings. They were not only resistant to low temperatures and ignored the constantly plummeting extreme cold, but also surrounded the mysterious person like living creatures. Sometimes they would condense into a thick shield of poisonous miasma, and sometimes they would turn into a rain of poisoned arrows that swept out with a corrosive stench.

The black locusts swarmed down, but Qin ignored them and continued charging. She slightly opened her mouth and exhaled a breath of extremely cold air, which surged into a blizzard that swept away all the incoming rain of arrows.

Fate Magic - Goddess of Winter - Frosty Storm.

The next second, Qin had already arrived in front of the mysterious man. Her speed was so fast that Gawain, who was watching, could only see a blur.

Swish!

The longsword swept horizontally, its cold light flowing down like mercury, instantly transforming into a fan-shaped sword light with a diameter of 100 meters. The chill spread along with the sword light, cutting off all the mysterious man's escape routes.

The mysterious man was cut in half at the waist by the sword light, his body frozen, preventing an immediate 50/50 fight.

Qin narrowed her eyes, recognizing this as a user of the Lie Magic Stand, and said coldly, "With your abilities, you should be more than this strong. What are you worried about? Are you afraid of exposing your identity if you go all out?"

At this moment, Qin had some guesses.

Although the mysterious person never used the magic of the Four Fates from beginning to end, her intuition told her that this was a means for the other party to conceal their identity. If she was right, there was a traitor in the Cathedral of All Things.

Who?

Bishop Gilwyne?

The fact that the mysterious person was able to enter this place without triggering the magic tower's defense mechanism indicates that they have an extremely good understanding of the cathedral. Coupled with their deliberate attempt to conceal their identity, the truth doesn't seem too hard to guess.

"It's not that I'm worried about revealing my identity. After this battle, I won't stay in the Temple of All Things, so it doesn't matter if I'm exposed." The mysterious man slowly emerged from the frozen plain and threw away his mask, which was covered in ice shards.

A face that looked very familiar to Qin—thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a square face—who else could it be but Bishop Gilwy?

Although he spoke arrogantly and acted as if he didn't care, the blood dripping sword wound on his chest betrayed him; it was all just an act.

“Giward, you are the bishop of the local cathedral, and you have the potential to rise even higher in the future. Why would you betray the church?” Jean asked coldly.

“I have been a member of the Church of Origin from the very beginning. There is no loyalty, so how can there be betrayal?”

Gwyneth spoke calmly: "Your Temple of All Things already has a sacred artifact of the Goddess of Spring, why bother competing with our Church of Origin? You should know that when small churches like ours have no way to survive, we will do anything."

Wow, there's such a juicy story! This is way more interesting than magic!

Gawain's eyes lit up. The Origin Church taught him that the unlucky guy who was kicked off the King's trading list, who was just sitting on the sidelines, would swallow his anger. Unexpectedly, he turned around and played the undercover card.

This is the bishop of the Cathedral of All Things in the capital. Ignoring power and influence, and only considering the interests within the church, he is equivalent to Andrei of the Cathedral of Dawn next door.

The melon was huge; Gao Wen was quite full just looking at it.

At this moment, Gao Wen had completed the complete sedimentation of his life force and reached the critical point.

It was full, but it could still hold more. Adhering to the principle that once this opportunity was missed, it would not be available again, it continued to squeeze out the life force within the scepter.

You're still hiding? Give it all to me!

Tiffany, who was shielding Gawain in front of her, looked extremely grim and said in a deep voice, "The Church of Origin, is it? The Temple of All Things will remember this name. The Pope will personally visit you another day."

"We can talk about that another day. Today I've come for the scepter."

Gwyneth stepped forward, raised his hand and ran it over the wound on his chest. A healing light flashed, and the torn flesh healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After the treatment was finished, he suddenly exerted force in his wrist and swung his blood-stained hand forward violently.

The blood droplets, flung out, mutated and turned black in mid-air, infused with some kind of malevolent life force that caused physical unease. They swelled, split, and multiplied uncontrollably, expanding endlessly. Upon landing, they transformed into a black tide, emitting a strong stench, and surged towards Qin wave after wave.

Plague Magic: Necrotic Black Tide.

Whether it's Bishop Gwyneth of the Temple of All Things or Gwyneth, the undercover agent of the Church of Origin, they should both be majoring in the magic of fate. However, since their appearance, apart from using it for healing, all the other magic they have used is the magic of the Three Sin Gods.

That's understandable; either he has another part-time job, or he's a high-level adventurer.

This time, Tiffany made its move.

Under Gawain's gaze, she resembled a woman with long, straight black hair who could summon anything she called out with a clap of her hands, her hands elegantly clasped together in front of her chest.

Rumble!

The calm ice field and permafrost trembled violently, and countless thick thorny vines seemed to hear the queen's command, tearing through the hard permafrost and rising up with a roar!

As soon as they broke through the soil, these vines, like a swarm of pythons awakening from hibernation, twisted and raged wildly, growing thicker, larger, intertwined, and coiled at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye, forming a giant, writhing plant barrier that, with its savage vitality, crashed head-on into the necrotic black tide.

Fate Magic - Goddess of Spring - Frenzied Revival.

Two completely different life forces clashed and collided, strangling and advancing in place, without any earth-shattering explosions, only emitting hissing corrosion sounds and dry, cracking cracking noises.

"Hey you, write them all down and add them to your watchlist. Go find the Lord of Death another day and see if He has any similar bargains."

Gawain stood behind Tiffany, rising higher and higher with the thick vines beneath his feet. He was instructing the AI ​​assistant to observe and learn more and record everything when he slipped and lost his footing. As he fell, he grabbed the saintess's waist.

"Relax, loosen."

Tiffany's eyes twitched, and veins bulged on her forehead.

"No, this thing was just trying to throw me off..."

Gao Wen, feeling snubbed, cried out that he was innocent. He knew the rules and had no intention of taking advantage of anyone. It was just that the vine suddenly swayed, causing him to slip and lose his footing.

Heaven have mercy, the vine did it on purpose!

Chapter 97 I Get a Promotion, You Get a Raise, Everyone's Popping Champagne

Damn it, now he's really a pervert!

With a speechless expression, Gawain climbed back onto the vines. To prevent slipping again, he sat cross-legged to lower his center of gravity. To avoid being alone and targeted, he sat next to Tiffany.

They've separated, but not too far apart.

Without further explanation, one could tell from Tiffany's displeased profile that anything she said at this point would be met with disbelief and dismissed as mere sophistry.

"I feel so wronged..."

Gawain muttered to himself, "Although the Holy Maiden has a slender and supple waist and a nice hip shape, she is usually covered by a wide robe and is the type who keeps her true appearance hidden. But what does that have to do with me?"

The saintess has no worldly desires, and the world cannot have desires for her. When he learned the other party's identity, he kept his eyes straight ahead. The upright gentleman he had painstakingly maintained was completely lost when he slipped.

That being said, what are the rules of the Temple of All Things? His behavior just now wasn't considered an offense to the Holy Maiden, was it?

If so, something like a barbecue grill... is it too late to apologize now?

Gawain felt it wasn't too late; it's never too late to mend the fence after the sheep are lost. Tiffany was clearly highly educated and had extremely high moral character; she certainly wouldn't take such a trivial matter to heart.

Thinking of this, he generously handed over the scepter: "Your Holiness, the aria of the birth of all things is both offensive and defensive. In my hands, it is merely a fire poker, but in your hands, it is a sacred instrument capable of playing the symphony of life. I am not familiar with the Church's rules, but with a powerful enemy at our side, we should go all out. Please set aside your concerns and let the traitor witness what the wrath of the goddess is!"

Well, maybe, possibly, perhaps the vitality is a little weak, and the concentration is a tiny bit lower than before. You should be prepared.

It's as if the scepter belongs to you and you're just lending it to me temporarily.

Tiffany's lips twitched. She found Gawain's words annoying, as if a swarm of flies were buzzing around her, waiting for their meal.

I used to really like this kid!

"The Holy Maiden?!"

"No need. He's just a bishop. With Qin and me joining forces, he's destined not to cause much trouble. There's nothing to be afraid of," Tiffany replied indifferently.

"Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit..."

"Shut up!"

"..."

Gawain pursed his lips, taking back what he said earlier. This saintess was a bit irritable, stubborn, and unwilling to listen to advice. Her headstrong attitude was like setting up a flag.

There's nothing to be afraid of. The last person who said that got his head chopped off.

Tiffany is a bit unreliable. Gawain labeled her as a pretty face and figured that she would die from arrogance sooner or later. He didn't care when exactly, as long as it wasn't today and he wasn't dragged into it.

With the Holy Maiden unreliable, Gawain could only rely on himself. He tightened his grip on the scepter, knowing that if anything unexpected happened, he would use it to turn the tide.

An aria celebrating the birth of all things: Speak louder, for as I get older, my hearing deteriorates and I can't hear clearly anymore.

Swish!

A beautiful figure soared into the air and landed beside Tiffany, overlooking the battlefield where two torrents of life collided as the vines continued to rise.

Qin (a type of zither).

The vice-captain was in charge of the Winter Goddess's life magic, freezing everything in her path. She and Tiffany teamed up, but the result was 1+1=0.5. Tiffany then took over the main task; she couldn't afford to be idle.

On the battlefield, the original frozen tundra has long since disappeared. The land is divided into two distinct phases: one representing the wild vitality of nature, and the other representing the vitality of pollution and mutation.

Two opposing yet equally extreme life forces clashed and overwhelmed each other, covering the entire ground, leaving no place for the ever-rising vines to take root.

The thorny vines grew wildly, and under Tiffany's conscious control, they first tactically infiltrated and crushed the necrotic black tide, and then their firepower covered and submerged it in one fell swoop.

The Necrotic Black Tide doesn't follow many tricks. It endlessly spawns troops and erodes and pollutes, constantly corroding the tough vine barrier. Its main focus is on exhilarating combat: if you don't kill me today, I'll kill you.

Gawain couldn't tell which side had the advantage, but judging from the calm expressions of the two long-legged women, he figured Tiffany was the better one, as the Berserk Resurgence had already suppressed the Necrotic Black Tide.

On the other side of the battlefield, the traitor G. White stared at the still-rising vines, his gaze locking onto the two women in a fight, and thought to himself that his chance had come.

He took out a magic stone from his pocket, muttered some incantations, and then crushed it.