"Are thou playing some strange role-playing game?" Freesna ignored the captured believer and sized up Blake and Screwlloyd.
Screwlloyd still had Blake's appearance, while the latter was dressed as a Cloud Knight, with the damage to the armor replicated one-to-one. She suspected he picked it up on the spot.
"This is called not letting go of any detail, the precision unique to [Eternity]! But... calling it role-playing, you can understand it that way."
Blake finished answering, and now it was his turn to ask questions. "Covering up... what shameful things have you done?"
"Heh... thou wouldst not understand." Freesna snorted coldly. This was the legendary sense of ritual!
Screwlloyd didn't stay idle either, turning to continue interrogating the captive from the [Disciples of Sanctus Medicus]: "Regarding the Stellaron... what do you know?"
"That glowing seed? Haha, I've seen it. It's truly beautiful. Looking inside, there are voices speaking... The Master said with this thing, we can breathe new life into the [Ambrosial Arbor]."
"Hehe, I didn't believe it at first. We thought of so many ways, spent several lifetimes of short-life species, yet the [Ambrosial Arbor] showed no sign of reviving."
"But look now... tsk tsk, [Only the power of an Aeon can reproduce miracles]. That's right... that's right! The great Medicus [Abundance]!"
The believer's expression became manic again. He couldn't stop talking once Yaoshi was mentioned, even wanting the three in front of him to join the [Disciples of Sanctus Medicus] and await the gaze of [Abundance].
"Immortality..." Screwlloyd's mechanical parts whirred. "Can I interpret this as you trying to compare lifespans with [Eternity]?"
An elf, an Intellitron, and a natural long-life species... without the help of [Eternity], just picking any one of them out, their lifespan far exceeded that of a believer of the [Disciples of Sanctus Medicus]. In Screwlloyd's view, there was simply no comparison.
The believer smiled and mentioned the Ambrosial Arbor related to [Abundance] again: "Exactly! You saw it too, right! The appearance of the Ambrosial Arbor's rebirth... haha, how magnificent!"
"In the era of the descent of the gods that even long-life species can't recall, the Medicus [Abundance] bestowed the Ambrosial Arbor upon the Xianzhou Luofu. Through this divine tree, humanity realized countless miracles: breathing earth, soapberries, flexible responsive bodies..."
"Hateful only that the Demon Bow destroyed everything, inverting black and white, erasing all the merits of the Medicus... But before long, we can return to the prosperity of the era of the gods' descent!"
"You've seen those strange beasts fighting alongside us, right? That is just a small gift from the [Ambrosial Arbor]..."
Hearing this, Freesna went the opposite way: "Since you hate [The Hunt]... then join [Eternity]! Ite will not be stingy about your past. What the Lord of [Abundance] cannot give you, we can!"
The believer was obviously triggered by this sentence. "Shut up! You... how dare you be so disrespectful to the Merciful Medicus!!"
"Question: In the words she just spoke, which sentence insulted the Medicus of [Abundance]? Please specify."
There were no dirty words at all; at most, the believer was just reacting stressfully.
"Back to the topic: What did you do to those Cloud Knights?" Screwlloyd pressed.
"What did we do? We cured our own compatriots! Being trapped in weak flesh and blood must be painful..." When he looked up and met Screwlloyd's Intellitron-type pupils, he instantly laughed dumbly.
Flesh is weak. Originally wanted to persuade them to join the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus, but now it seems... mechanical ascension is the hard truth.
The captured believer hurriedly dispelled this thought. "No... you don't understand, long-life species without the blessing of the Medicus don't understand!"
"What [Mara-Struck]? That is the second life bestowed by the Medicus! Dissolving the self, achieving a celestial body, a life free and unfettered!"
After saying this, he looked at Freesna with burning eyes: "I see the desire for power in your eyes! This life is short and bitter, isn't it? I can, I can let you..."
"Ha?" Blake almost couldn't hold back. Does this guy lack even the most basic common sense?
"Elf, don't be bewitched by his sweet words." Remembering he was currently wearing Cloud Knight armor, to ensure his speech matched his identity, Blake specifically added a reminder.
"Without the blessing of [Abundance], you short-life species cannot bear this [Transformation]."
"Pathetic..."
[Praise the great Lord of [Eternity]! Calling Pontiff Blake!! Requesting a Soap-style nuclear strike on the Lord Ravager!]
Blake suddenly looked up; he heard a voice calling!
"Hmm? Lord Ravager?" he murmured, his hand reflexively taking out a bar of soap.
[Pontiff Blake...]
The cry for help suddenly disappeared, as if forcibly stopped. Blake reacted immediately. A Lord Ravager attacked innocent civilians... no, this voice was Stelle, who was about to join the Church and had already tread the Path of [Eternity]!
Blake realized this must be a critically urgent situation. He asked Freesna to cast a tracking spell on the soap, took a step back, and threw it with a very standard posture.
"May [Eternity] protect you, devout Trailblazer... uh, saying that seems a bit like bullying the Lord of [Trailblaze]."
"Cough cough... May the [Trailblaze] of [Eternity] be with you always." Blake clasped his hands together, offering the most sincere prayer for Stelle.
...
On the way to Scalegorge Waterscape, a solitary boat stubbornly moved forward between the vast sea and sky. Sunlight like broken gold danced on the waves, and the salty sea breeze carried the whispers of the spray.
"Hey~ Sure enough, this feels right!" Enjoying the oncoming sea breeze, March 7th completely forgot they were on the way to crusade against a Lord Ravager.
The young [Trailblaze] faction didn't choose to take a starskiff to Scalegorge Waterscape, but instead chose the most primitive way: taking a boat.
Originally, they wanted to drag Welt along, but considering his age, they finally gave up on this idea.
You ask about Adrian? HE wouldn't follow along even more.
"Something's wrong. It's a bit too quiet." Ever since boarding this boat, a feeling of unease surrounded Dan Heng's heart.
"Hiss..." March 7th shuddered. "Teacher Dan Heng, don't ruin this beautiful atmosphere! But now that you mention it, it really feels like something is chasing us..."
Every time March 7th said something like this, Stelle knew something dangerous was about to happen. She stood up to guard against unknown dangers in advance.
Except for the Cloud-Piercer spear in Dan Heng's hand, no sharp objects—safe!
Looking behind, no [Disciples of Sanctus Medicus] tailing them—still safe!
Sea and land confirmed, now to see if there were any anomalies in the air.
Eh? What is that black dot? It seems to be getting closer and closer to them...
Boom!
The soap-shaped bomb accurately hit the small boat Stelle and the others were on. The boat, which hadn't been sailing for long, successfully capsized.
"Where did this soap come from!" While the boat was capsizing, March 7th didn't forget her original intention to complain. It was the same old routine.
"Soap?" Stelle frowned, recalling the distress message she sent when confronting Phantylia...
Finished. It seems there's a lag on Pontiff Blake's end.
Stelle: ...
Dan Heng: ...
March 7th: ...
Friendly fire, hey!!!