Appearing in a brand new area, the Sky City returned to peace after the jump.
The residents who had just retreated into their houses for shelter walked out onto the street again after everything was calm, and continued their work as if nothing had happened.
It was just like every other day, as if nothing happened.
In fact, it is indeed equivalent to nothing happening.
Since landing in this magical city, they have become accustomed to all kinds of novel things and changes.
The technology, architecture, and food here all surprised them. It would be too tiring if they had to be surprised by everything.
As a result, they gradually began to adapt to the novel changes.
Habit is a terrible instinct that can make even cowardly mortals begin to get used to life above the sky.
They don't know what's happening in the outside world, and they don't know how far the world outside the city has become. They are far away from war, disease, hunger... It can be said that they live happily here.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, it would be a betrayal of ideals to enjoy themselves behind the scenes while their companions are bleeding in battle.
But whether it is a betrayal or not cannot be decided by outsiders.
The only ones qualified to make judgments are the soldiers who are fighting for their common ideals.
For them, this is actually their wish.
This is the common wish of those who have fallen and those who are falling. They hope that their sacrifices can exchange for the stability of their loved ones.
If they can forget those painful memories, then forget them.
That's better.
Bloodshed and sacrifice are enough only for their generation.
"But such a dream is unrealistic."
Curling up in the crystal, a sigh escaped from Alice's mouth.
Although the warriors of the Prophet Society have made a lot of sacrifices and are fighting everywhere, constantly liberating more compatriots, everything seems to be going well.
But in fact, in Alice's view, such efforts are actually not enough.
"It's still far from enough."
Yes, it's very different.
The Prophet Society has been able to survive to this day, of course, because of the blessing of the Prophet's special ability, but the real reason... is actually because the gods just don't have the heart to care about them now.
Yes, the gods actually didn't really pay much attention to these troublesome little bugs, and they didn't send their own creations to eliminate these troublesome bugs.
Because there is no need, and because the gain outweighs the loss.
All their power is used to deal with each other. Most of the power of the Church of God is used to resist other churches, and only a very, very small part is allocated to deal with matters on the mortal level.
Only the Lord of Holy Light, who no other god dared to directly provoke, had more energy to pay attention to these mortals, and even sent his own envoys.
What's more, for gods, changes in secular forces are too common and not worth spending more energy on.
As long as you can finally win the battle of gods, everything will be worth it.
It doesn't matter even if all the mortal believers die, since they already have enough petitioners in their kingdom.
As long as it takes a few more decades, everything will be back to what it was before, or even better than before!
Mortals cannot shake the rule of gods, and the focus of gods is elsewhere. And the most important thing is that the life and death of mortals does not actually have much impact on gods...
These factors came together to form this coincidence, which gave the Prophet a chance to breathe and develop.
But days like this are destined to not last forever.
The war between the gods can only last forever. When the situation begins to slow down, they will definitely allocate more energy to deal with such small things.
And when that time comes, mortals who can only fight will be unable to face magic and divine arts.
A strong will alone may be able to save mortals who are lost, but there is no way to destroy gods.
Um.
If they want to resist, what they need must be something that can truly protect themselves.
Neither the prophet nor the city in the sky can save everyone.
There is only one thing they really need, and that is "power".
And it must be a power that belongs to them, that can be truly held in their hands, and can be used not only to protect themselves but also to counterattack the enemy's power.
For this world, this power only points to one thing - magic.
Belonging to the realm of gods, the power derived from their authority.
If mortals can truly master magic and gain the power to protect themselves, then when the day of "Judgment Day" arrives, they will truly have the ability to resist.
But this power is like a huge magic box that Alice dare not touch easily or even mention.
Alice has traveled through many worlds and witnessed too many precedents.
Power is intoxicating. Not many people can resist the temptation of power. It can be said that almost none.
She has no way of determining what will happen when the Prophet masters this power...
Will they get better? Or will they be like others who race along the road of addiction to power and end up losing their way?
The Prophet's Society did give Alice a feeling that was different from all precedents, but Alice was actually not very sure about what the Prophet's Society could achieve.
She didn't know, she didn't know, she was still hesitating.
Alice has been hesitating about this matter for almost ten years, but still has not made up her mind.
Originally, Alice had someone she could discuss with, but that person was no longer with her, and that idiot embarked on the most dangerous journey alone.
He chose to face the most dangerous challenge alone, but at the same time he also left the most difficult decision to Alice alone.
"You guy, did you do this on purpose? To do this kind of thing... huh?"
Just when Alice was complaining, she suddenly noticed a very subtle fluctuation. The crystal disappeared instantly and then appeared in a small building.
Alice looked at Turs who slowly opened his eyes and frowned slightly.
"…………"
He seems to be... on the verge of death.
After being in a daze for a while, the old man, whose life was about to come to an end, finally came to his senses and looked at the crystal beside him.
"...Is it Lady Alice?"
"Um."
"Where is the Prophet? I think..."
"He went out and is not here now."
Turs, who was interrupted, was stunned for a moment and then asked:
"Then when can he come back?"
In this regard, Alice could only remain silent, after all, she did not know the answer to this question.