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As Holnet habitually polished the hidden blade in his sleeve, he gazed at the lake and said:
"Actually, there are many different opinions about the void. Some say the void is water, while others say it is a bottomless abyss. I personally tend to believe that the void is water. If gods climb ashore from the water, it would be consistent with the laws of biological evolution."
“That’s true, but gods are beings who are born with divine power.” Latis shrugged and said, “Maybe they are another form of life. There are all sorts of things in the world.”
“That’s true.” Holnet turned his gaze to Latis and said with a smile, “If the gods really could keep evolving, they wouldn’t have been forced to stay in Anium and eke out a living by the goddess of magic.”
"Thinking about it this way, the Goddess of Magic is really powerful... We're having such a hard time even finding a trace of Radiance..."
Latis sighed, glanced at the turbulent currents that were beginning to stir slowly around him, and said:
"It seems our goal is not far away."
"It's hard to imagine that the Moth Warrior would linger here for so long?" Jennifer couldn't help but ask curiously.
"Judging from the records of the Fools' Arena, it must have been gone for many years, right?"
"Perhaps its condition is already not very good..."
Latis sighed softly, his gaze sweeping over the occasional sword marks that began to appear around him, and said:
"I hope it's still alive. The thought that it was the pioneer on our path makes me really curious."
The crowd's gaze followed the irregular shoreline forward, and at the end of that road, it seemed that a pioneer had been waiting for them for a long time.
Chapter 455 Moth Warrior
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The turbulent currents swept across the lake, sending ripples toward the shore.
Latis glanced at the girls who were nervously clinging to the shelter tents, chuckled, and said:
"Don't worry, as long as you stay by my side, you don't need to be afraid of these turbulent currents."
He patted the stag beetle, which had instinctively stopped, signaling it to continue forward with confidence.
Although it sounds incredible that he could withstand spatial turbulence, Latis was not exaggerating. After acquiring a magic net, he could easily wrap the group in the net to block the external elements.
Latis projected his consciousness onto the magic network, activated his magic radar, observed for a moment, then pointed to a side path and said:
"There's a magical tide ahead, which could affect road conditions. Let's take this route; it's a bit calmer here."
"Hmm." The stag beetle readily agreed and walked onto the path.
Latis glanced at the girls' curious eyes, chuckled, and said, "Just some little tricks, don't be surprised."
"Hmph, you're clearly very smug."
Jennifer was already all too familiar with Latis's various behaviors, and seeing this, she couldn't help but pinch his waist and complain:
"Master La, please predict how much further we have to go before we find our target!"
"Sigh, let's wait for fate... Hmm?"
Just as Latis was about to laugh it off, he suddenly noticed a small magical fluctuation at the edge of the magic radar, and then a spell's information appeared before his eyes.
[Fifth Ring Race Spell - Cocoon: Wraps the target in soft threads. The more magic power consumed, the more healing substances are contained within the cocoon. The target will quickly absorb the healing substances, thus healing themselves.]
【What's a good name for this? (Moth Fighter) #Offline】
"what?!"
Radist's eyes widened in surprise. He hadn't expected to find the Moth Warrior's whereabouts on the magic radar so coincidentally. According to the map, the Moth Warrior seemed to be in a winding path. It was fortunate that he had obtained a portable radar from the Fools' Arena; otherwise, it would have been like searching for a needle in a haystack.
“Go this way.” He immediately pointed to the fork in the road not far away and said, “That uphill road, then go around halfway and head diagonally forward.”
"Hmm?... Hmph."
The stag beetle turned its head in confusion, then followed Latis's instructions and walked forward.
While waiting for the stag beetle to arrive at the target location, Latis stroked his chin and stared at the magic radar, feeling a surge of curiosity.
Besides the curiosity about meeting a historical figure from the past, I was also curious about what the Moth Warrior was doing at the Lake of Oblivion, why he didn't return to the Moth Tribe, and what stories he had experienced over the years...
Latis turned his gaze to the spell prompt from before, and couldn't help but feel a surge of urge to complain.
The reason he was offline was naturally because there was no magic network here, and he hadn't granted others permission to log into his personal magic network. However, what he mainly wanted to complain about was the username "Moth Fighter," which reminded him of the time he chose the wrong username...
At this moment, he seemed to see the Moth Warrior's sad moment when he first came into contact with the magic network, planning to come up with a name, and then despairingly discovering that his words had become his ID.
Well then, let stories like selling ditchware be buried in the dust of history...
Latis shook his head, putting the story of his online name out of his mind without changing his expression, and slowly straightened up as he looked at the radar map that was getting closer and closer to the target location.
In a way, if the Moth Warrior is the next turning point, it seems to suggest that it too has been parasitized by the light...
Latis sighed and placed his hand on the Dream Nail at his waist.
Hopefully it will have a good ending...
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"Thank you, Moth Warrior."
An apologetic thank you came from the side. The Moth Warrior opened its eyes, looked at the squirrel struggling to emerge from the healing cocoon, and smiled, saying:
"I'm glad you're alright. Next time, remember not to get too close to the lake during the high and low tides at night. Even if you don't encounter any electric jellyfish, you can still get hurt by the driftwood in the lake."
"Yes, I understand..." The squirrel bowed awkwardly, then said, "I will definitely remember your teachings..."
"Okay, you go back first."
The moth warrior picked up the straight sword from his lap, stood up, nodded to the squirrel, and then sighed softly as he watched the squirrel's retreating figure.
It discerned the direction of the road for a moment, then turned and walked towards the lake.
As the turbulent currents grew increasingly noisy, the moth warrior flapped its wings slightly, and a burst of flames suddenly erupted from the straight sword it held upside down. It skillfully swung the sword to draw a cross in front of it, then puffed out its chest and blew forward, sending a gust of hot air rushing towards the turbulent currents. In a short while, the howling turbulent currents slowly returned to calm.
The Moth Warrior shook his straight sword, extinguishing the flames on its blade, and hung it back at his waist. He then touched the still-hot sword with a slightly somber expression.
Back in the tribe, everyone called the moth that possessed this straight sword the most powerful warrior. However, since it left the tribe and embarked on its journey decades ago, it has still not accomplished anything significant and is still unable to return home.
The light streams between the distant clouds revealed a strange, vein-like pattern. The Moth Warrior gazed up at the ever-changing clouds for a moment, and suddenly remembered a song he had heard wandering monsters humming when he passed by some monster taverns a long time ago.
"Dressed in rags, penniless."
"Mother, how can I return home in such a wretched state?"
"So destitute, so impoverished."
"Mother, I can't let you see me like this."
The moth warrior stepped over the fallen bushes and followed its familiar path toward its temporary resting place, continuing to hum its song.
"If the bell at the stag beetle station has stopped ringing."
"Then you will know that I have gone far away."
"I will miss you constantly, every time I begin to look up."
As it sang this part, it subconsciously raised its head and took another look at the clouds that had now revealed new streams of light. In the deepest part of the earth, this was the most magical sight.
Of course, it's not just about looking at the scenery.
The moth warrior remained silent for a moment, then suddenly sensed something, lowered its head, and looked at the end of the path with some surprise.
There, an old stag beetle crouched down, and then a burly human male jumped out of the front seat.
The moth warrior frowned involuntarily at the strange, grimacing smile on the man's face. However, when its gaze shifted to the shimmering sword-shaped weapon at the man's waist, a look of shock instantly filled its eyes.
It instinctively stepped forward to meet it, remained silent for a long time, and then opened its mouth, asking in a dry voice:
"You are... the Prophet's messenger? May I ask... how is the tribe?"
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"So... these things actually happened."
The Moth Warrior slowly took a step forward, looking at the Dream Nail swaying slightly beside him, took a deep breath, and murmured:
"It's good that the sacred flame has been rekindled. As long as the sacred flame remains, the Moth Tribe will eventually recover."
“You don’t seem to miss the Moth Tribe after all,” Latis asked, scratching his head. “Why don’t you go back and take a look? With the stag beetle around, going back shouldn’t be too difficult.”
"I have... a reason why I can't go back."
The moth warrior turned his head, gazed at the azure lake for a moment, then turned back to look at the Dream Nail at Latis's waist. After a pause, he asked:
"Messenger, have you already been able to use the Dream Nail to reclaim the light?"
Latis nodded in slight surprise and said:
"OK."
"It's wonderful. I can't even imagine myself wielding the Dream Nail." The Moth Warrior stroked its straight sword, a hint of emotion in its eyes. After a moment of silence, its gaze sharpened, and it said:
"In that case, please take away all the light residing within me."
"Huh?" Radist was taken aback. "You know about this?"
“Of course, we moths are experts in using the power of light.” The moth warrior smiled faintly, glanced at the end of the road, and said, “Messenger, come with me, my temporary hut is just ahead.”
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"Hmm."
The stag beetle scratched at the soft ground, snorted, chewed on the slightly bland grass, and gazed down the road at the lakeside path below the earthen slope.
The wind here is shielded by the stone walls and baked by the fire, so it's not so humid. Although it likes the beautiful scenery by the lake, this place is also nice.
The stag beetle yawned, bent down, closed its eyes slightly, and began to doze off.
A tiny spark drifted onto it, causing a wisp of moisture to evaporate from its damp skin. It shook itself, stretched out its six limbs, and fell to the side.
"Ouch."
Geeta stood up, rubbed her butt where the stag beetle had accidentally kicked her, glanced helplessly at the stag beetle, and moved a little closer to Leafa.
Before them, a torch enclosed by an iron net was crackling and burning. Although the materials were simple, it already looked about 30 to 40 percent similar to the sacred fire of the Moth Tribe.
"It's so warm..." Leafa leaned against Snyder, feeling drowsy. She tried to sit up, but swayed and fell onto Geeta's lap.