OBS Chapter 609: The Dark Ages Finally Bring a Ray of Light
Chapter 609: The Dark Ages Finally Bring a Ray of Light
"The more you want something, the less you get it. It's ridiculous that if you stop thinking about it, it will suddenly be given to you."
John sat on the leather chair in the office, his fingertips repeatedly stroking the Behelet that had just been delivered.
"How ironic."
He whispered to himself, grasping Behelet into his palm.
He pushed open the office door, and the flickering candlelight in the corridor stretched his shadow very long.
After finding an empty room and locking the door, John took a deep breath. It would be troublesome if something went wrong during the installation of the system and blew up his office.
"Warhammer, activate!"
After John agreed to the system's absorption, the Behelet in his hand turned into dust and dissipated. John subconsciously closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a dark blue system panel was floating in front of him.
[The host has completed the system task and is now installing "Total War: Warhammer 3" for the host]
[In order to match the magic rules of this world, the system will take some time to adapt and install. Please wait patiently.]
John raised an eyebrow.
The prompt was similar to the one I got when I was playing pirated games in college, except this time it wasn't a simple process that could be skipped by just clicking "Next".
He leaned against the wall, watching the progress bar jumping on the panel.
1%...5%...10%...
"so slow?"
He smacked his lips.
90%...95%...99%...
Seeing that the progress bar was stuck at 99%, John walked to the window and pushed open the wooden window.
The night wind brought in the unique bustling atmosphere of the imperial capital, mixed with the noise of taverns in the distance and the shouts of street vendors.
Suddenly, his sight froze as faint rays of light slowly rose from the roofs of thousands of homes.
At first they were scattered spots, like fireflies on a summer night; soon they were streams rising from every window, every bell tower, and every church steeple.
They intertwined and entangled in the air, eventually forming a rushing golden river, rushing majestically towards the south.
"what is this?"
John muttered.
The light was more like some kind of power that had been suppressed for a long time, and finally found an outlet for release. Wherever the golden river passed, even the clouds in the night sky were dyed with a layer of light gold, as if a crack had been torn in the sky.
At the same time, in the city of St. John, three hundred miles away from Helmingen, strange changes were taking place in the Cathedral of St. John.
Inside the church, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out from the eye sockets of the white and solemn statue of St. John, as if two small suns were embedded in the stone.
A thick beam of light shot up from the statue's chest into the sky, piercing directly through the dome of the church and tearing a huge crack in the night sky.
The pillar of light did not stop expanding. From every corner of the city, countless tiny golden streams were converging towards the cathedral. At the same time, above the city, golden rivers from all directions merged into the pillar of light. They were like rivers returning to the sea, and finally all poured into the main pillar of light, making it even more dazzling.
Afterwards, a wave gradually spread from the center of the light column, like a newborn sun gathering strength below the sea level, and then with unstoppable momentum, it continued to spread from inside the city to outside the city, and from the central province to the border.
In a fortress somewhere on the border, several soldiers were patrolling the city wall boredly.
Suddenly, a squad leader stopped abruptly, looked up at the sky, and his voice was filled with disbelief and shock.
His finger trembled as he pointed at the golden river in the darkness.
"what."
Upon hearing this, the other soldiers looked up at the sky, but saw only endless darkness and sparse stars.
"Nothing, what are you talking about, Chief?"
A soldier turned his head and looked at the sergeant in confusion, his eyes full of confusion.
"No, didn't you see it?"
The captain eagerly pointed at the golden river in the sky, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.
"It's such a big lump, and it's glowing, didn't you see it?"
The soldiers looked in the direction his finger was pointing, but still saw only darkness.
One of the soldiers frowned, looked the officer up and down, and said with a hint of ridicule:
"No, are you hallucinating because you're about to retire and the pressure is too great?"
The captain's eyes widened, and the expression on his face gradually changed from shock to anger:
"Am I hallucinating?! I've been patrolling here for so many damn years, what haven't I seen? That was clearly a beam of light, a golden light, flowing across the sky like a river!"
Seeing this, another soldier quickly tried to smooth things over:
"Alright, alright, Sergeant, maybe you're too tired. How about we go back and rest? We still have to continue patrolling tomorrow."
The commander took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, but at this moment, he was sure that he had seen something extraordinary.
The light flowing like a river was definitely not his illusion.
And in a deeper dimension, in the dark ocean of the underworld, a huge heart is sleeping in the endless nothingness.
The surface of the heart was covered with wriggling black blood vessels, and every beat caused the surrounding space to distort.
Countless teardrop-shaped Behelet formed around it and slowly rose up, floating towards the present world.
But at this moment, the silent heart suddenly trembled violently.
"Boom!"
Like the roar of an ancient beast, huge waves surged in the dark ocean.
The Behelet on the top layer screamed in pain, cracks appeared on their surface, and then they turned into dust and dissipated into nothingness.
At the same time, the golden light rising from the present world penetrated the barrier above, like a burning torch, sinking into the dark abyss, and the lights flickered in the darkness, like stars in the night sky.
They converge, merge, and eventually condense into a tiny ball of light opposite the heart.
This ball of light is as small as a speck of dust in the desert compared to the evil will of the Netherworld, but as light continues to flow in, it is constantly growing.
Deep in the dense forest in the southern part of the Southwest Governor's Territory, in a hidden tree house, the old wizard Flora was gazing into the distance through a crystal ball.
Next to her was a green-haired girl dressed as a witch, looking up at the beam of light rising into the sky from the crystal ball in confusion.
"Master Flora, what is this beam of light?"
The girl tugged at the old wizard's sleeve, her emerald eyes full of curiosity.
Flora retracted her gaze, a complex smile forming on the corner of her mouth:
"Shilke, I might have made a wrong prediction."
she said softly.
"Amidst the dark order, a ray of light finally appeared."
"What? Master, what you say is so hard to understand!"
Schirky pouted, her green hair swaying slightly with her movements.
Flora did not answer, but just looked at the beam of light quietly.
She had seen too many dark omens, mostly about the smoke of war, the spread of plague, and the struggle for power...
But at this moment, the golden torrent rising from the human world reminded her of the ancient prophecy she had heard in her youth:
"When the line between light and darkness blurs, a new order will emerge from chaos."
"When you understand, you will be a qualified wizard."
She finally left these words and turned to continue staring at the ever-changing light and shadows in the crystal ball.
……
"Pfft!"
On another battlefield, the Skeleton Knight was using his sword to pick off the head of a monster.
The monster turned into a human form and fell to the ground, with blood still lingering on its neck. The Skeleton Knight bent down and fumbled around, finding a glowing Behelet on the corpse and swallowed it without hesitation.
Then it looked at the beam of light rising in the distance, and two red dots in its empty eye sockets throbbed violently.
"A thousand years... Is the law of causality finally going to be broken?"
At the same time, in a mansion in St. John's City, Archbishop Pros was lying on a soft big bed.
He had just finished a long prayer and, as usual, he made sure to get eight hours of sleep. After all, the Lord's work required plenty of energy.
Outside the window, a huge beam of light was penetrating the clouds, dyeing the night sky a gorgeous golden red.
"Ok?"
Pros suddenly woke up from his sleep and rubbed his eyes.
He stared at the beam of light for a long moment, but the next second, his stomach growled loudly.
"It turns out I'm hungry."
He muttered, reaching out to ring the servant bell.
John was still waiting. The progress bar on the system panel finally jumped to 100%, and a new prompt appeared in the blue light:
The Total War: Warhammer 3 template has been installed, and the system panel is now updated.
He couldn't wait to open the panel, but except for an unfamiliar "Divine Grace" option behind the funds column, everything else was no different from before.
"Divine grace?"
John frowned. He vaguely remembered that this item belonged to the Chaos faction, but some players had made a mod called "Imperial Divine Grace," which was said to be used to pay tribute to the faction's gods to gain various effects.
"But how do I use this thing?"