Fatir's voice rang out beside Levi, filled with endless pride and awe.
If he could, Lord Levi would rather he had never come to this underground sanctuary.
Because knowing such a secret meant that the Holy Light Church would not easily let him leave.
This secret of the Holy Light Church was enough to shock the world!
A human who had lived from ancient times to the present was enough to drive all ambitious people with little lifespan crazy.
There was no doubt that the era when the Twelve Saints lived was the most prosperous era of magic, when there was not even the concept of magic tides.
The Elven Empire still dominated one side, the dwarves were also concentrating on digging their own gold mines in Ironforge, and the orcs established the Orc Empire in the wilderness.
Humans at that time could only barely occupy their own small territory.
In that great era, these trendsetters were undoubtedly the overlords of the Middle Ancient Continent.
Unfortunately, time was enough to erase everything, and these overlords were no longer glorious.
As for the reason for completely becoming a fallen household, it had already been buried in the Holy War that swept across the entire Middle Ancient Continent.
However, the entire world today seems to have collectively forgotten that Holy War, and there are only a few records in history books.
Therefore, Lord Levi also doesn't know much about it.
"Levi, if Saint Igo hadn't specifically asked to see you, I wouldn't have wanted to involve you in the troublesome affairs of the Holy Light Church."
Fatir respectfully saluted the handsome man in the holy water pool.
If seniority were to be considered, this saint's status would be enough to be his great-great-grandfather... grandfather's generation.
Levi also pretended to salute.
Anyway, there's no harm in being polite. Who knows what awesome methods this old antique has? It's right to maintain a respectful heart.
"Fatir, is our Saint Igo asleep? Should we wake him up?"
But after observing for a long time, Levi didn't notice any signs of this saint waking up, so he whispered a disrespectful sentence.
"No, in fact, this body will never wake up again."
Just then, a light voice came from behind.
The lord, who was already on edge, was so frightened that he grabbed Fatir's waist and jumped back more than ten blades away.
"Hey, where did you come from, you demon ghost? Show yourself quickly."
He was so frightened that he blurted out a Far Eastern-style shadow play line.
"Alright, Levi, don't be too nervous. This is Saint Igo."
Even Fatir was dumbfounded by the lord's behavior, and patted the arm around his waist with his small hand.
"Ah?" Levi's face was full of disbelief.
He looked at the dwarf in front of him, who was only one blade six or seven tall and not even as tall as Fatir, and then turned his head to look at the huge man soaking in the holy water pool.
Levi would never believe that this little dwarf who was not even up to his chest was one of the famous Twelve Saints—Saint Igo.
It's no wonder he made such a fuss. If a fierce tiger is replaced by a sheep, no one can maintain inner peace.
"This Mr. Levi, can you please put our Holy Maiden down first?" Saint Igo smiled, his eyes looking at Fatir, who was being held in one hand by the lord.
"Cough cough, Saint Igo, please don't be offended. It's just that your appearance is too shocking."
Levi chuckled twice before finally putting Fatir back on the ground, then curiously sized up the other party.
Compared to the man in the holy water pool who was like a god, and who couldn't help but feel awe just by looking at him, this Saint Igo was obviously more ordinary and peaceful.
But Lord Levi knew that this was actually the posture possessed by a true strong person. In the words of his previous life, it was returning to simplicity.
His face was handsome, and kind and solemn, his eyes were as deep as the starry sky, as if he could see through people's hearts, but they were also full of pity and compassion.
He wore a simple white robe, without any gorgeous decorations, but the robe was embroidered with mysterious runes, and Levi could feel the unimaginable rich magic contained within.
His long golden hair almost dragged to the ground, and it was conceivable that he must have been a famous handsome man when he was young.
"Levi, I'll call you that, I often hear about your deeds in Gonda, and later little Fatir also told me some things about you."
Saint Igo took the initiative to walk towards a small house next to the temple, "Before we start other topics, why not try the purple honey flower tea I brewed first?"
"As you wish, Levi, Sir... are all fine."
Lord Levi directly followed behind this saint.
Anyway, since he had already entered the wolf's den, he simply let go. Moreover, the Twelve Saints were recorded as dedicating their lives to helping others, selflessly dedicating their strength, and even sacrificing themselves. They were full of tolerance and understanding for the mistakes of the world, and each of them was a compassionate great monk.
"As expected, but what the hell is a bartered country baron?" Lord Levi was speechless.
Saint Igo gently tapped, and the teapot on the table instantly began to boil. Then, after pouring a cup of tea for each of them, he smiled and said:
"As for little Fatir, she said a lot, but I only remember these few—arrogance, greed, gluttony, and lust?"
"Saint Igo always likes to joke, I hope you don't mind, Levi."
Fatir sipped a cup of hot tea and said calmly.
"It's nothing."
Looking at Saint Igo's smiling expression, Lord Levi understood that these were all the other party's own words. He pretended to be generous and waved his hand, but in the end, he still corrected it a little: "I admit the first three, but lust is purely the world's injustice to me."
"To this day, I have not had any scandals with any beautiful women."
Speaking of this, Lord Levi felt very wronged.
"Is that so."
Saint Igo glanced at Lord Levi with a profound meaning, but did not talk more on this topic.
"By the way, Saint Igo, what exactly is going on with your current appearance?!"
Lord Levi finally couldn't help but ask this question, he was really too curious.
"Levi, let me tell you about this."
Fatir put down her teacup, seemingly thinking about where to start before continuing, "As you can see, Saint Igo is now completely in a soul state, and the one soaking in the holy water is the adult's true body."
"Then this..." Levi looked at Saint Igo, who was swallowing the tea into his stomach, completely no different from ordinary people.
Logically speaking, shouldn't souls be without substance? Why doesn't the tea flow out of the other party's body?
“Just a little trick of magic. Since I became like this, I inevitably pay more attention to soul-based holy light divine spells,” Igor Saint smiled slightly.
This saint is almost exactly as described in the records, exuding a holy aura with every gesture, involuntarily inspiring awe and trust.
It wouldn't make people think of evil spirits just because he is a soul, causing unnecessary fear in their hearts.
“Levi, don't worry. Before you go to acquire the 'Holy Word Codex,' you can ask questions freely. We have plenty of time.”
Seemingly sensing that the lord was surrounded by questions from head to toe, Igor Saint offered a word of comfort.
“You are too kind.” Levi's favorable impression of this saint was quite good so far.
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Although ancient in age, his thinking was surprisingly not rigid, without stale preaching or arrogant condescension.
On the contrary, he was exceptionally close to the common people.
Although he himself was cunning as a ghost, he never hesitated to admire those with noble character.
“First question, I want to know why you wanted to see me.” The lord asked directly and unceremoniously.
“Levi.” Igor Saint's gaze was very kind, with a hint of compassion, making it impossible to feel any ill will even when making a request: “Frankly speaking, we need your help, but whether you help is up to you. Even if you refuse, we will not feel the slightest dissatisfaction. However, before that, I sincerely ask you to patiently listen to my story from beginning to end.”
“This may involve some ancient secrets, but it will not bring you trouble.”
“Please speak.” Levi noticed that Fatir also sat up straight.
Clearly, this saintess was also unaware of the content of the upcoming conversation.
“This is a very long history, so long that I have almost forgotten it.” Igor Saint's eyes showed a look of reminiscence, and then he gently waved his hand, and a golden light burst out from his body, spreading in all directions, “Before that, let me activate the magic circle that isolates the outside world, after all, there will inevitably be some annoying rats who will focus their attention here.”
After doing all this, he pondered, as if recalling, “This should start with the elemental tide, but now you should generally call it the magic tide. The two are actually similar.”
“In ancient times, the elemental tide was very strong. Although legendary powerhouses in the material world were still rare, they were definitely not as countable on just a few hands as they are now.”
“The mages, who were most sensitive to elemental power, were the first to discover that the magic power of this world was decreasing at an unimaginable speed.”
“Perhaps it has no impact on ordinary people, but for legendary powerhouses, it is like water to fish, something that cannot be lacking for a moment.”
“Why can't it be lacking?” Levi asked curiously.
Logically speaking, apart from those mages, the lack of magic power actually has little impact on Douqi knights and other professions.
“Because the common extraordinary professions at that time were all linked to magic power. The lack of magic power meant that a legendary mage who could unleash world-destroying magic would also become a street swindler who only knew some tricks.”
Igor Saint continued: “Whether it is Douqi or the Holy Word Codex, they are all products that emerged later. In that era, Druids, Planeswalkers, or Priests, or Necromancers and Blood Mages, etc., all relied on magic power.”
“Then what are you?” Levi thought that this saint was also cultivating the Holy Word Codex, but it seems that this is not the case.
“I can actually be said to be a god's chosen one. Everything I have was bestowed by the goddess, whether it is magic power or a powerful body.” Igor Saint looked devout, as if as long as the topic of the Holy Light Goddess was involved, this top powerhouse in the material world would immediately become a devout believer.
However, he finally explained: “But the Holy Word Codex was created using the power source of us twelve, which I will explain later.”
Levi nodded, not asking the idiotic question of whether the Holy Light Goddess really exists.
After the abyss appeared and he exchanged blows with the demon prince, these things no longer needed to be said.
“Faced with the crisis of survival, the first to act were the Planeswalkers, these guys controlled powerful space magic.”
“Are they looking for a new world?” Levi asked, relying on speculation.
After all, the simplest way to deal with the magic tide is to change the living environment. Combining the fact that the other party also controls space magic, it is not difficult to guess what kind of action they would take.
“That's right, the Planeswalkers used magic to detect a world with a suitable concentration of elemental power in all aspects, and found the coordinates of this world.”
“All the strong races above the epic level in the material world, whether elves or dwarves, or even dragons, launched an unprecedented council and prepared to build a huge teleportation gate to go to this world in a way that was passed by a unanimous vote, waiting for the elemental tide of the material world to rise back before returning, but… an accident happened!”
“There are natives here, and they don't agree with you going over?” Levi guessed.
“No, it's much more terrible than that!”
“No one thought that this world had just been swallowed by the Fallen God Servants and the undead, dragging the entire world into eternal chaos.”
“So this is the beginning of the Holy War?” Levi asked.
“Yes, the Fallen God Servants who controlled various divine arts, the undead dragons, the Lich King… these guys had no possibility of negotiation at all, and the battle entered its climax as soon as it began.”
“Couldn't the teleportation gate be closed and a new world found?” Although the lord was a magic idiot, he also knew that the teleportation gate could be closed.
“Levi, you must know that two worlds are like hunters and tigers in the dark. As long as the location is exposed, the battle is completely unavoidable.”
“When we built the teleportation gate to this world, the Fallen God Servants who controlled space magic also knew the coordinates of the material world. Even if the teleportation gate is closed, they can build a new teleportation gate.”
“That must have been a fierce battle.” Levi sighed.
After all, the undead of a world, just thinking about it makes one tremble.
“Yes, it was so fierce that it lasted for a full one hundred and twenty-one years and one hundred and thirty-two days.” Igor Saint added two-thirds of the tea to the bottoming cups for the two of them before continuing: “In order to meet the needs of the war, the dwarves took out all the artifacts they had created, all the dragons above the age of youth participated in the battle, and even all the warlike races were brought in to participate in the war.”
