In the Spirit World, every region naturally gives birth to a Lord, but there are also places where the position of Lord is taken by non-Spirit World creatures. For instance, some high-level Spirit Realm Rangers will seize a region to pave the way for their own promotion.
The god symbolized by the book in Furan's hand was like this; He 'utilized' Furan to seize this territory.
However, saying He 'utilized' her isn't quite accurate. It was more that He happened to encounter the situation and then simply went along with it.
"Does your god have a name? What is it?" Furan asked.
Angmar was stunned for a moment, then laughed loudly and replied:
"Previously, I could call out my God's name in this hall, but now I can only address Him as God."
Furan sighed upon hearing the answer; she had formed a grudge with the other party's god.
Speaking of which, the other party had made the first move. The god Angmar worshiped had somehow suddenly sensed the aura of another god among the trial participants.
He was instantly enraged and immediately ordered Angmar to capture these Spirit Realm Rangers.
The other party's thinking was sound—striking first to gain the upper hand—but it was precisely this preemptive strike that led to the current situation.
The normal process of their trial should have involved being welcomed as outsiders, after which Angmar would personally explain what the disaster was. Then they would struggle desperately, and if they did well, they would pass the trial.
But because the god Angmar worshiped interfered, they still didn't even know what that 'disaster' actually was. Consequently, she had to spend time overthrowing the priests' 'tyrannical' rule.
This turn of events caused the other party's god to lose outright, while the god who had latched onto her at some unknown point won without lifting a finger... Now, as long as she took action, the god she represented would win big.
Because of this, the other Spirit Realm Rangers participating in this trial were extremely unlucky, forced to turn their blades against those who should have been teammates.
She estimated that the materials she used to make the dragon transformation potion were originally meant to be auxiliary materials for this trial, intended to help them strengthen themselves and strive to pass.
And now, they were all used to fight their own people.
Furan cleared her throat, gathered her thoughts, and asked:
"Alright, you can talk now. Tell me exactly what's going on. What is that disaster?"
Angmar sat cross-legged and spoke slowly:
"That begins with the founding of the Temple."
"The High Priest at that time was just a child from an ordinary family. He was born without a name because his parents worried he would die young; giving him a name prematurely would have been meaningless. Thus, he reached the age of eight. It was the day before his parents intended to give him a name."
"He secretly ran into the valley and saw a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life: a giant dragon had died there. Its flesh and blood were rapidly sloughing off, corroding everything, leaving only the dragon's skeleton."
"At that moment, my God descended into the High Priest's heart and told him how to deal with the scene before him. He had him collect everything and refine it into the raw material for the divine water—dragon blood."
"After that, the High Priest decided not to take a name and only called himself the High Priest. He established a Temple in Monsa to worship my God."
Then Angmar paused and said:
"I don't know how you made the divine water, but our method is to offer the materials to God, and God produces it. It's just that I have no way to produce divine water again by myself now."
Furan nodded. She had already known that the other party couldn't make divine water, but it made her a bit curious: why was that High Priest able to make it alone?
Angmar continued:
"After drinking the divine water bestowed by God, some people would grow limbs similar to a dragon's, which caused quite a bit of chaos."
"But my God called it'selection.' Those who show these characteristics after drinking the divine water are people with high affinity for dragonkind, and they can serve my God."
Furan nodded again; she had wondered why the effects of the potions she made varied so greatly.
"My God removed their traits and brought them into the Temple to serve as His priests."
"And I, because of my outstanding performance, was promoted to High Priest and can serve my God within this Temple."
Then, Angmar stopped and said through gritted teeth:
"Then, that damned High Priest betrayed my God."
This time, when he said the words 'High Priest,' he intentionally emphasized his tone with intense hatred.
"His betrayal began years ago. Those who showed high dragon affinity were not brought to the Temple to become priests; instead, he murdered them in private and used their blood to complete his schemes."
"It wasn't until two weeks ago that his actions were fully exposed, causing him to instantly lose my God's protection. High Priest Rune wanted to capture him and bring him before God to atone for his crimes with death."
"But he didn't expect that even without God's protection, the High Priest still possessed such power. This led to Rune being caught off guard and suffering a sneak attack, after which his body was taken away by the High Priest."
"Cough, cough..."
Angmar coughed a few times, appearing a bit short of breath. After a moment's pause, he continued:
"Later, my God told me of the High Priest's scheme."
"He wants to truly turn into a dragon and shed his human body."
"I don't know who taught him the method, or if it was a method left behind by that giant dragon that once died here."
"In any case, his scheme has almost reached its final stage. Rune's corpse might be the last thing he needs."
"And as of now, I still haven't found a trace of him. He could be in Monsa, or he could be outside the city."
"After he succeeds, he will transform into a dragon, descend upon Monsa, and turn everything to ash."
"I have finished speaking."
Furan frowned. She had finally found a direction to work toward, but she still had no clue how to proceed.
"Did your god tell you what to do?" Furan asked.
Although Furan's question sounded a bit heartless—having just driven the other party's god out and then turning around to ask for a solution—
she still had to ask. She believed this question was very important, as it concerned whether she should press the book in her hand onto the divine statue.
Angmar showed a strange expression, hesitated for a moment, and then said:
"What He said was: there is no need to pay it any mind, for all of this is a dream, and the dream will eventually end."
Judging by Angmar's hesitant expression, he truly wondered if his own god had lost His mind to give such advice, telling him to do nothing at all.
Moreover, when it came to those outsiders, his god had sent over ten notifications overnight, urging him to kill all the outsiders immediately.
But his god's previous attitude made him suspicious. Why didn't You say a single word about the real enemy, yet You're desperately targeting a group of outsiders?
Therefore, Angmar was not proactive in doing the things his god arranged.
"And then? Can your god save Monsa?"
Angmar ultimately couldn't help but ask this question. His eyes were full of exhaustion as he looked at Furan with expectation.
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