Game Transmigration: Saving the World Again 1000 Years Later

177 King of Mist (1)

Morton Bloodblade, the City Lord of Phoenix Flame City, wore dark-gold scaled armor and held a dark-red dagger as he walked up the Firescorching Tower. He first glanced at the thick mist in the distance before taking a deep breath to ease his facial expression. Then, he asked Remides, who was standing at the edge of the tower platform, “Therefore, how was the outcome of your final negotiation?”

Remides looked into the distance and replied, “Just as expected, they want to remain neutral, so they have made it clear that they won’t participate in this war.”

She didn’t sound disappointed, as if she had long expected this.

“But… Why? This is their only shelter. Don’t they care even if the empire sticks the Dragon Sword flag here and opens a Moon Realm rift?” Morton asked in confusion.

“They might care, but what’s more important is the Platinum Discipline—it’s been more than 2,000 years, but they haven’t escaped the trauma stemming from that matter,” Remides replied.

The ancient Tacma Church had always followed the ancient path of rebirth. In their long history, they had only made one attempt to interfere in realpolitik—that was during the Golden Calendar. To end the rule of the demigod tyrant on the Vic Continent, they imparted the creation model and concepts of magic they had developed to the human rebellion back then.

The outcome of that attempt directly led to the indomitable rise of the Holy Spirits Church and the establishment of the classical magic system. The Vic Continent subsequently entered the Platinum Era led by mortals. However, contrary to their expectations, this era was more superstitious and cruel than the previous eras with demigods or heroes of a godly heritage.

After all, most wars in the past were determined by battles between these heroes, and mortals only existed as spoils of war or sacrifices. However, after the power of magic became widespread, wars went from a confrontation between gods to wars between people. The suffering brought about by these conflicts was more widespread and caused greater damage. This greatly nourished the power of the Moon Realm which foreshadowed the subsequent Moon Realm crisis.

The Tacma Church later reflected on how they had sparked the runaway situation akin to a pile of dominoes and formulated regulations called Platinum Discipline. From then on, it was announced that the Church would never participate in any battle for secular power or interfere with the development of history.

“That’s it?”

Morton asked in disbelief when he heard Remides.

Even in Ava State, information about the Tacma Church was shrouded in a mysterious veil. They acted mysteriously and rarely had private contact with anyone other than Ava State’s governor. Therefore, although Morton had heard of the Tacma Church’s inflexibility and stubbornness, he never expected it to reach this level.

Remides turned around and looked at Morton. She said with mixed emotions, “To be honest, I can understand their actions.”

“What part do you understand? Even when the army is at the city gates, they still choose to follow long-outdated rules?”

“I understand their regret for their previous choices and how they wish to use the rest of their lives to make up for that mistake,” Remides said calmly.

When she said this, she couldn’t help but recall the scene from that fateful day at the Twilight Fortress’s round table. A millennium was like a trickle of water, slowly and patiently corroding most of the details. The faces of her companions were already blurry when she tried recalling, with only their names standing around the obsidian round table.

She should have kept that person behind that day.

If he had stayed, everything wouldn’t have turned out this way.

Or at the very least, she should have gotten that person to bring her on a new adventure.

Looking at the rare, lonely expression on the Shadow Queen’s face that had ruled for 800 years, Morton didn’t say anything for a moment.

After a long time, seeing the other party’s expression gradually recover its usual coldness, he slowly said, “As for the other matter, the results of the impeachment vote will be out tomorrow. As for the exact situation… I can only say that it’s very bad. If you hadn’t summoned this fog, it would probably be 50-50. However, it’s very difficult for your arbitrariness not to remind those citizens of the King of Mist’s dictatorship style.”

“I can’t spend a week holding a civic meeting for this.”

“I know, and even the young man from the Windsongs knows this. However, he and his allies will seize on this issue,” Morton replied.

“What’s the probability of my impeachment succeeding?”

“More than 80%.”

“Changing leaders before the war? I don’t think they’re that stupid, right?” Remides asked expressionlessly in response to the other party’s estimates.

No matter what, the change of governor would inevitably lead to a large number of personnel changes and the redistribution of benefits. In addition, they still needed to hold the ritual of removing the binding of the Holy Fire Essence Soul and the Mist Soul, as well as the binding of the new governor’s soul. During this period, the protection of Ava State would fall into an extremely precarious state.

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