Chapter 1108: 469: A Loop_2

Chapter 1108: Chapter 469: A Loop_2

“If you can kill me, it should be a good thing… even though I have no idea why you want to destroy fate, nor do I understand why you won’t kill me.”

“But those who destroy fate, have you really never felt a bit of guilt and remorse?”

“In this world, there are countless beings who shouldn’t have died that died because of you, and there are countless beings who should have been abandoned by the times that exist because of you… I don’t understand, what’s wrong with fate, why do you oppose It?”

“It is clearly the will of the world, the rule of all beginnings, if you all follow It, then—”

“—if we all follow It, then from this moment on, the world would inevitably head towards Its destined end.”

With a faint voice, Laine lightly shook his head, then turned his attention back to the distant battlefield.

“Hmm… actually, there’s a perfect example to answer your question.”

“You see, the Divine King is the ruler chosen by the present world, yet all the Divine Kings throughout history have been tirelessly seeking to resist fate; on this earth, all beings are in pursuit of glimpsing the future, but when they truly receive a prophecy, not a single one of them feels satisfied by it.”

“It’s not just me, all beings in this world who come into contact with fate want to understand It; and all who understand It want to change It.”

“Even if in accordance with the wishes of all living beings, fate should not exist like this—though from this perspective, Clotho, perhaps this is also why you are different from your sisters.”

“Huh?”

Not understanding, Clotho just held her spindle.

“Is it hard to understand?”

With a meaningful tone, Laine spoke with a smile.

“You see, the Divine King defies fate, but they never defy their destiny to become the Divine King; all beings are unwilling to be satisfied, but they also do not resist the grace they have already received.”

“Neither I nor All Gods, nor even all the beings in this world, we have always hated not fate itself, but the ‘predestined’, the fate ‘predestined by others’.”

“So the god who cuts fate ‘died’, died because she wanted to cut others’ fate; the god who measures fate also ‘died’, died because she wanted to control others’ lives, but you, Clotho, only you…”

“Only you, the god who weaves fate, you don’t want to change anyone, so no one comes to change you.”

“So why don’t you stay here with me and watch this grand show… Clotho, your future does not belong to me.”

“But after today ends, I will take you to find the deity you truly belong to.”

Just as Laine once said, the only thing that can harm fate is fate itself.

He could imprison Atropos, Hermes could imprison Lachesis, but in this world, as long as Clotho does nothing, no one can do anything to her.

And the irony is, when the deity and the godhood influence each other, Clotho’s nature is to do nothing.

She only writes the inherent fate, and then her two sisters shape the correct ‘script’ from it.

In a way, perhaps among the three Fates, Clotho is the closest to the pillar of fate itself, rather than just a so-called deity acting out the fate of the present world.

…

Thousands of miles away, on the walls of Condonia City.

Unlike the ease on the Nameless Peak, an invisible murderous atmosphere gathered around.

The loosely but orderly formed military formations assembled under command, and the armor covered with secret patterns did not reflect any light under the sun.

The wizards who were conferring in secret a few days ago stood on the city wall watching this scene, and in the more distant horizon, a great and majestic blood energy and fighting spirit soared into the sky, led by the God of War.

Thousands of people fill the earth and the sky; tens of thousands make a boundless sea.

However, across the great river, hundreds of thousands of soldiers proceeded slowly, flanked by numerous laborers and servant armies.

The front and rear lines were tens of miles apart, flanking the upper and lower reaches of the river.

In the middle of the formations, the Knight Order led personally by Ares seemed to be blessed by the whole army.

Under the invisible mandate of war, this hastily assembled alliance army seemed like a battle-seasoned force, emanating a chilling aura.

With a solemn face, the white-haired old woman had to admit that she had previously underestimated these armies of All Countries.

Or more precisely, she had underestimated Ares, the true commander of the armies.

Perhaps the God of War himself was not an excellent deity, but this did not mean the godhood of war was not strong.

Even if Zeus held this godhood, he would have played it to the fullest by now.

“This is not good… I didn’t expect that with the God of War sitting in the middle of the army, his godhood would link the entire army together directly.”

“Commanding them with ease is just secondary, the key is the qualitative improvement… with this, many large-scale destructive war weapons are useless.”

In a low voice, the white-haired old woman listened to another Grand Sorceress beside her.

It was only when he observed firsthand that he realized.

When the godhood of war was applied to a large-scale war, it had such a powerful effect.

Strictly speaking, Ares’ presence did not directly increase the overall strength of this million-strong alliance army—perhaps he did, but that wasn’t the key point.

His true role was as a core of sublimation and unification… to put it simply, an ‘upgrade’.

One hundred ordinary soldiers, their blood energy would be stronger than a first-rank war professional in ‘quantity’.

But no matter how many ordinary soldiers stand together, their life energy’s quality would not change in any way.

Just like placing ten thousand bronze swords together still results in a bundle of bronze swords, a pile of bronze swords, a mountain of bronze, it wouldn’t turn into even a single piece of iron.

So, under these circumstances, the wizards’ large-scale war weapons were like the church’s Instant Death Spell.

That powerful Divine Art derived from the mandate of death could directly erase the existence of beings whose life essence was below a certain ‘execution line’, regardless of their ‘quantity’ accumulation, and war weapons were the same.

They might not do much damage to the strong, but to ordinary soldiers below a certain level of strength, they were as lethal as a reaper, killing a large swathe with one strike.

Before the battle, the wizards had planned accordingly.

But now, in front of them, the divine authority of war changed everything.

If you consider an ordinary soldier as a bronze thin sword, and a first-rank soldier as a fine iron broadsword, the latter’s material and quality are both superior to the former, representing the ‘dual strength’ of quality and quantity.

And the wizards’ war weapons targeted the ‘bronze’ material, it doesn’t matter if you’re a thin sword or a bronze shield, as long as you’re bronze, you would die upon contact.

However, the divine authority of war changed all of this… he didn’t add ‘materials’ to these ‘weapons’, but modified their material, uplifting their quality as the army’s scale increased.

When the army numbers in the thousands, bronze thin swords turn into coarse iron thin swords.

When the army numbers in the tens of thousands, coarse iron thin swords turn into fine iron thin swords.

When the army numbers in the millions, there are a million fine steel thin swords, greatly enhancing their quality.

Watching everything in the distance, the white-haired old woman once again marveled at the power of divine authority.

This is the power to change the rules… with such an upgrade coupled with military formation, Ares should have been invincible, how has he lost so many times?

“Hmm?”

“True, indeed… with the divine authority of war being so powerful, how has he lost before?”

A flash of insight gleaming in her eyes, the white-haired old woman sneered.

How did I almost forget, don’t blame the road for being bumpy if the person can’t walk.

Some people can play a good hand of cards into a mess.

“Ladies and gentlemen… I believe I have found the solution.”

Speaking softly, the white-haired old woman’s gaze fell on Ares, seated in the center of the army.

Yes, with the God of War being so strong, how did he lose before?

That was naturally because instead of being a good God of War, he went charging in the front lines acting as a warrior, and ended up losing those battles.

It was as absurd as a wizard not using witchcraft and instead dueling with a sword daily.

However, since their opponent was this absurd, the white-haired old woman could only nod and hope that he did not regret it and kept on making the same mistake.