After reaching the maximum level, my "soft rice system" finally arrived.

The preacher of the storm and sea god swept his eyes over Anna and the other preachers, who all looked grim.

After all, even if other missionaries also cast their spells, it would be difficult for them to succeed on their first attempt.

Even if the divine spell is successfully cast, the other deities, due to their authority—

The divine magic that was unleashed was nowhere near as shocking as the lightning that appeared out of nowhere and vanished in a flash.

However, his response was—

But it was only Anna's still melodious words.

“My Lord has mastered such methods countless years ago.”

"only--"

“My lord’s methods would never be as crude as yours, completely disregarding the consequences of waste and extravagance—”

She walked step by step to the altar of the campfire, which had been completely extinguished, leaving only faint embers in the pile of ashes.

Then--

Anna stretched out her finger and pressed a button in her hand.

click-

A crisp sound was heard.

next moment.

A dazzling and bright light.

From where the campfire once stood, a huge glass sphere began to shine.

A pure white radiance emanated from the sphere, spreading outwards across the plaza.

It illuminated the astonished missionaries on the high platform.

It illuminated the residents outside the square, whose faces were gaunt and withered.

And the soft glow did not cease.

Light pierced through the wide square—

On the stone tower in the distance.

Consul Francis had somehow stood up.

The soft white light streamed through the broken window, illuminating Francis's astonished eyes.

"According to His Majesty Charles, this is a small preliminary attempt—"

On the high platform, Anna's words were still melodious, but they carried a barely suppressed excitement.

The previous rhetoric was taught to me by Charles.

Although Anna had expected this soft white light, it was the first time she had ever witnessed it with her own eyes.

"This is my Lord—"

"Divine magic bestowed by the god of arcane arts."

"The divine art is called 'The Atomic Lamp'."

"And its lifespan is—"

Anna paused slightly.

"a hundred years."

Chapter 52 The Abyss: Don't come any closer! 7k5

A pure white glow emanated from the top of the campfire.

Bright and beautiful beyond compare.

The light stretched across the bonfire square.

They crossed the tower called the Tower of Watch.

It illuminated the layers of low-rise houses in the city.

And at the very edge of the city, there stood the tall, grey stone walls, which seemed to stand silently like giants.

The children playing in the street stopped making noise...

The women who were weaving clothes by the dim candlelight inside the house put down their needlework and stepped out through the low wooden door...

Even the guards who were holding torches, wearing worn silver armor, patrolling the gray-white stone walls and keeping watch for the movements of the twilight creatures in the distance, stopped what they were doing.

They all involuntarily raised their heads and looked towards the center of Aurora City, at the campfire square that should have long since gone out due to insufficient firewood.

Then, I witnessed the arrival of that pure light.

this moment.

The entire city was immersed in the awe-inspiring power of that pure light, unable to extricate itself from it.

Bonfire Square.

The entire venue was illuminated as if it were daytime.

The crowd in the square fell into an eerie silence.

The people dressed in linen robes simply watched the bright world and those around them in silence.

They are all residents who have lived together in Aurora City for decades.

But at this moment, it was the first time in decades that they had truly seen the real appearance of their companions.

No longer relying on the dim light of torches and candles in the darkness, but merely making out blurry, indistinct outlines.

Instead, they stood in that pure white and bright light—

He could clearly see even the rough pores of the person next to him, and the few stains on their robe...

this world.

Only at this moment did it become so clear and so real for the residents of Aurora City.

At that moment, even the most fervent missionaries fell silent in that pure light.

To be honest, they knew it in their hearts all too well—

Sometimes the prayers are answered, sometimes they are not; ten prayers often only receive one response, and even when they are answered, it leaves one's mind in a state of confusion for a long time...

Perhaps it's not that reliable, or that trustworthy.

However, they dared not think about it, dared not doubt it.

Because this was the last straw they could reach.

It's like a beautiful, illusory bubble that diffracts endless colors under the light.

Everyone knows it's not sustainable or stable, but no one is willing to expose it.

However, at this very moment—

The missionaries' fervent yet anxious faith began to waver at this moment.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

The footsteps were very light, yet they sounded particularly clear in the strangely quiet square.

The light footsteps broke the eerie and somber atmosphere in the square.

People snapped out of their daze and turned their gazes toward the source of the footsteps—

"Consul—"

"Your Excellency Francis."

One respectful voice after another rang out.

While it is undeniable that many people did develop doubts about the previous conspiracy theories.

However, most of it was merely an uncontrollable conjecture made in the subconscious.

For Francis, every resident of Aurora City felt nothing but faith and respect.

This does not stem from the intimidation of the absolute power wielded by the other party as the ruler.

Rather, it was the reputation Francis had built over the past twenty years as consul, through blood, sweat, and tangible achievements.

If it weren't for the unwavering dedication of generation after generation of Aurora City's rulers in their positions, bearing the weight of this city's two-hundred-year history...

Perhaps this city, during countless previous crises, had already followed in the footsteps of the surrounding cities and wouldn't have been able to hold out until now.