radicalducati Chapter 494 Desire
Chapter 494 Desire
Chapter 494 Desire
Fate is like the dazzling light of a shooting star, beautiful and radiant.
Chris opened his eyes to fate, but saw nothing that would sting his gaze.
Ha! Chris spread his hands, "No one can change my destiny!"
The eerie night had just passed, but his group of icy people had not enjoyed a moment of festive joy.
They constantly launched surprise attacks and slaughtered on the battlefield.
The results were also encouraging.
No one expected that Chris would dare to start a war in winter.
The enemy was lax in its defenses, allowing the Central Community to conquer territory one after another without bloodshed.
The wealth looted from those cities was enough to pay off all the interest owed!
Chris believed he was even more gifted as a king than as a con artist.
However, he dared not claim all the credit for this achievement.
Greta's apostle gave Chris unexpected advice.
As a strategist, this apostle who has traversed a long period of time far surpasses all others under Christor.
Of course, his loyalty was reserved only for Gretella, who had long since turned to dust.
Chris was probably nothing more than a collaborator who could be of use to him.
Therefore, Chris felt that this apostle should not be trusted, or at least should not be relied upon.
Chris also helped the other party a lot, such as with potions.
This seems to be Grellara's purpose in leaving the apostle behind, and also the apostle's mission.
Chris almost helped the apostle complete his mission, only one last step was missing.
Chris has determined that the spring in this extremely secluded place is the Spring of the Dead from the Far East continent.
Chris has also sent people to collect materials, just waiting for the expedition team to return.
Worryingly, none of the teams have responded yet.
Could something have gone wrong?
No—Chris shook his head—Actually, there's no need to worry too much.
The destination is, after all, the easternmost point of the world, and distance is the biggest obstacle to communication.
Chris was sitting in a luxury sled, slowly approaching the front line.
He opened the window and looked out at the thick snow.
The white blanket covered the entire land, making the cold visible to the naked eye.
But Chris was so hot that he wanted to take off his jacket.
A large silver ice cube was placed inside the sedan chair, making the interior as warm as spring.
However, Chris understood that this was a privilege reserved for a king.
Those who accompanied him could only rely on their perseverance to fight against the bitter cold.
But they are people from icy lands, so they should be used to this kind of weather.
Even so, if they are subjected to a prolonged and severe winter, even the most tenacious soldiers would likely not be able to withstand it.
Keeping warm was a crucial safeguard in his winter marching plan.
Marshall gave Chris a lot of advice.
Although this person is rigid, he has indeed contributed a lot to the logistics and internal affairs of the central community.
Chris listened to his ideas one by one, but he didn't dare to adopt most of them.
Marshall's methods almost always require a large investment, and this herald should be most aware of the Central Community's current financial predicament.
Ultimately, Chris adopted the Apostle's solution.
The apostle believed that in this land that nurtured wizards, it was absolutely advantageous to rely on the power of wizards.
Chris, on the other hand, possessed an army of wizards.
Chris's near-perfect potion has already been able to control the direction in which his soldiers awaken their extraordinary abilities.
All we need to do is awaken their innate talents related to temperature, and then teach them a few spells.
Then, these people were assigned to various squads on the front lines, so that the winter of the permafrost continent might not be insurmountable.
In fact, it has been very effective.
Enal replied to Chris, saying that the troops' complaints about the cold had decreased by 70%.
Chris was overjoyed for a long time; his wise decision had restored the morale of the army!
Chris was quite satisfied with this loyal assistant.
However, Chris found the extraordinary consultant that Enar found for him to be extremely annoying.
But he couldn't refuse.
He then remembered that Einar had no interest in wealth and power; as the leader of the Holy Order, he was obsessed with wizards and knowledge.
If the truth were presented to him, he would probably risk his life without hesitation.
Therefore, if Chris were to refuse Einar's deepest desires, he might undermine the man's loyalty.
Chris had no choice but to cooperate with the consultant's plan.
Recently, they seem to be planning to restart the "meet the saint" event.
It seems to involve using some kind of ritualistic witchcraft, through the sacrifice of certain materials, to achieve the purpose of communicating with or even awakening ancient heroic spirits.
Chris was highly skeptical that this could actually happen.
But what did it matter to him whether it succeeded or not? So he didn't say anything more.
Therefore, he only approved it, but Chris was still unhappy about it for a long time when the funds were approved.
In fact, these people consider the witch Grellara, the witch of calamity, as their ancestor.
But Chris won't allow them to have direct contact with Grellara's apostles.
The apostle is extremely cunning; if he discovers that there are people more useful than Chris, then he will be able to do it.
Who knows, he might team up with those wizards and stab Chris in the back.
Let them be, the war is the priority right now!
Chris casually asked the man to collect more witchcraft, and to his surprise, the man readily agreed, seemingly passionate about the task.
Ugh—not a single one of these wizards is normal!
Chris closed the window again.
Then, he took out a fancy box.
Upon opening the box, one finds the very same strange scepter inside.
"Is the potion ready?"
When the eye on the arm opens, the scepter immediately asks a question.
But then another voice spoke up: "Have all the offerings been gathered?"
The following sentence was spoken by the will of the deep sea.
Chris wanted to talk to him.
“It’s already been collected, right there in the ditch,” Chris nodded. “And I’m taking you there.”
“Very good,” said the Deep Sea Being. “You just need to prepare the materials, and I will chant the incantation to summon my race.”
Chris was actually very curious: could fish, shrimp, and certain marine products really be used to communicate with the legendary deep-sea creatures?
There was something Chris had wanted to say for a long time: "Since all you need to do is chant a spell, just tell me the incantation. I can send an experienced wizard to do it for you. Why make me go myself?"
Chris's bedroom has a soft goose feather bed and a charming beauty. How could it not be more comfortable than this sled?
"Only I will go," the Deepsea Clan said. "You cannot connect with the Deepsea Will."
Chris remembered the voice saying that the Deep Sea Clan had countless consciousnesses, but also only one consciousness.
They are both individuals and a collective.
However, none of that matters. What matters is: "Can your people truly help me?"
"The deep-sea race has been waiting for the call."
The eyes on his arm opened and closed repeatedly, and his voice grew increasingly louder, "He thirsts for allies, and he thirsts for blood—"