Chapter 752 The Truths of The World
The World of Adepts appeared to be engaged in a war against another powerful plane!
The source of this information was absolutely reliable.
That was because it came from the leader of the Fate Witches– Alice.
Supposedly, Greem should never have had the chance to come into contact with information and power of this level, given his current qualifications and background. If Alice hadn't unreservedly given him this information that the Fate Witches had obtained, Greem wouldn't possibly have known about these 'fights between gods,' even if the outside world had collapsed around him.
Moreover, the information from Alice also showed that the opponents of the World of Adepts this time appeared to be a tiny branch of the World of Gods– the Orc Pantheon.
The so-called World of Gods wasn't the same as the local deities of Faen. Instead, they were a faction of gods formed from powerful pantheons that commanded faith across multiple planes.
Regardless of how powerful they were, the gods of Faen only commanded the faith and belief of a single isolated group of people. Death was the only fate awaiting these gods should Faen ever be destroyed.
Meanwhile, most of the gods in the World of Gods had spread their faith to a minimum of a dozen planes. This way, the gods would have a massive number of believers and gain an amazing amount of faith power. The grade of their divine power was so overwhelming that it struck despair into the hearts of their enemies.
Moreover, these gods that commanded multi-planar faith could no longer be as easily exterminated; not with the destruction of a single plane, at least. These gods had no chance of dying before each and every one of the faiths they had spread had been extinguished.
If there were anyone within the multiverse who could live eternally, these gods who commanded multi-planar faith would be amongst them!
Moreover, the ones who were fighting against the World of Adepts this time were one of the stronger branches of the pantheons of the World of Gods– the Orc Pantheon. The main god of the pantheon was the God of Beasts that possessed the extreme power of Eighth Grade– Arugel. He also held the horrifying title of the One-Eyed Tyrant.
He was a vicious and violent person with a wild thirst for battle and war. Most of his believers were also barbaric races who enjoyed cruelty and murder. As he always appeared before his believers in the form of a one-eyed orc clad in heavy and crude black armor, his fanatics would often blind themselves in one eye to pay their respects.
Arugel also had nearly twenty gods of varying importance under him. Every one of them was an orc god who was skilled in battle and combat.
This time, a conflict had broken out between the mighty Orc Pantheon and the World of Adepts for unknown reasons. Both factions were fighting each other in countless rim worlds, destroying each other's satellite planes. For a moment, the fires of war burned across hundreds and thousands of medium and small-sized planar worlds.
Of course, as the land of origin of the adepts, the World of Adepts had been very carefully protected by the Great Adepts and had not been involved in the war. Still, the World of Adepts had sent large groups of adept armies to the various battlefields in response to the summons of the Great Adepts in the Outlands. They engaged in merciless battle across many material planes against the believers of the Orc Pantheon with no end yet in sight.
According to Alice, more than seven planes of various sizes had been headed toward collapse or destruction in just the past hundred years due to the effects of the war. Even if the lifeforms on each plane were counted by the billions, the number of lives that had been lost in the fires of war had reached a shocking number.
Even such a vicious and bloody war was only an insignificant wave in the massive multiverse. The other pantheons of the World of Gods and the other powerful races of the multiverse were merely watching this minor disagreement in the hopes of being entertained.
A hundred years and ten billion lives were no more than a back-and-forth game of chess in the eyes of those powerhouses, high up in their seats of power and authority!
The main reason Alice had leaked this information to Greem was in hopes that he did not misjudge the true power of the Northern Witches.
Most of the power of the Northern Witches had been tied up in this war over the past hundred years. As such, what information on the witch branches' power that Greem could usually glean did not reflect their actual situation.
Once the various witch branches started to recall the warring adepts stationed in the lesser planes, their power could easily swell by five or six times. If any Outland Great Adepts were dragged into the affair, their authority would be so immense that the Crimson Clan and the Fate Witches put together would not be able to do anything.
If Alice had not broken free of the manipulations of the first Witch of Fate, they would still have a powerful Witch of Fate behind them, supporting them from the back. Unfortunately, Alice had killed the puppet clone left behind by the first Witch of Fate, making an enemy out of her.
What Alice had always been trying to understand since becoming the new Witch of Fate was why the Tower of Fate had activated once again. Why had she been dragged into the Battle of Fate? Why would the first Witch of Fate leave behind such a fearsome puppet clone?
Alice had not been able to find an answer. She had found no response or feedback from the World of Adepts, even when she exhausted her life force to divine and scry. Yet, ever since Alice had advanced to Second Grade, it was almost as if she had broken free from an invisible chain of fate. Alice mysteriously obtained some vague hints from the world consciousness.
The activation of the Tower of Fate, the bloodiness of the Battle of Fate, and the appearance of the witch's puppet clone– absolutely everything had to do with the first Witch of Fate!
In all seriousness, the first Witch of Fate lost a great place to gather the powers of fate when she was forced to leave the World of Adepts. Unwilling to let this slide, she used the Tower of Fate and the Battles of Fate to start an easily constructed game of 'livestock.'
The cyclical collapse of the Fate Witches was actually all orchestrated by this first Witch of Fate!
She used the consciousness brand that she'd left in the planar laws of the World of Adepts to push forth a Battle of Fate every couple hundred years. She had gathered a large group of 'blessed champions' at the Tower of Fate and had her puppet clone be the host of the sacrificial ceremony.
This way, a 'new' Fourth Grade Witch of Fate would be instantly created!
Once this puppet clone stepped into the Outlands, carrying with her the massive reserve of the powers of fate that she had accumulated over the years, the first Witch of Fate would find her with her methods and devour her. This method allowed the first Witch of Fate to fulfill her goal of collecting the powers of fate from the World of Adepts.
The one thousand years of extinction of the Fate Witches had to do with her excessively harsh and complete harvest of fate power during the last cycle. This act of hers had invited backlash from the planar consciousness and brought ruin upon the Fate Witches. Now, after a thousand years of silence, the first Witch of Fate sensed the powers of fate gathering once again. Naturally, she hadn't been able to resist the temptation to put into motion a new cycle of the Battle of Fate.
Sadly, due to the intervention of the planar consciousness, her puppet clone had unexpectedly died at Alice's hands. That undoubtedly delayed her plan to gather the newest powers of fate tremendously, whisking all future Battles of Fate onto a different path that she could not manipulate in the palm of her hands.
In fact, the mastermind behind this incident with the Witch of Deceit was this first Witch of Fate, who had her eyes set upon Alice.
Of course, as Alice's creditor and her future spouse, Greem was extremely curious about this first Witch of Fate. Unfortunately, Alice would not speak her name no matter how hard he pressed.
It seemed that this had to do with a specific strange ability of the Fate Witches!
Even far, far away, hiding in another world trillions of kilometers away, the Witch of Fate would be able to mysteriously sense everything to do with her if someone were to utter her name or even think of it.
It sounded ludicrous and odd, but the truth was simply that unbelievable!
As such, Alice would never spill her name to anyone before she could obscure her fate senses. Of course, this included Greem as well.
Eighth Grade Orc main god, the adept faction, the first Witch of Fate...
Greem couldn't help but shiver when he saw these terrifying words, even as he was securely standing within the perfectly safe harbor that was his own adept's tower. He couldn't help but be shocked at all the obstacles that stood in his way along his journey of fate.
If he were only an insignificant being in the World of Adepts, he would not ever have anything to do with these lofty battles between gods. However, now, with his gradual steps toward greatness, and Alice's rise to becoming an irreplaceable aide, these seemingly intangible and ridiculous stories of legend had taken the front stage. They became poison thorns in his heart, making it hard for him to sleep or rest peacefully.
In the eyes of the first Witch of Fate, Alice and Greem were only wicked ants that had messed up a corner of her chessboard due to the manipulations of the planar consciousness. They were not worthy of treatment as equal opponents.
Moreover, Alice was still weak and posed no threat at all to her. That was why she couldn't possibly forcefully eradicate Alice's existence. She chose instead to use conspiracies and schemes to cut off her wings while pondering over how she should direct the chaotic state of the board back onto the 'proper' track by Alice's own hand.
One had to admit that becoming Second Grade adepts meant that Greem and Alice had broken free of the fetters of the lower class. The level of their world view had expanded and increased by an infinite degree. The secrets of the world and the Great Adepts that people so often talked about started to fill their ears as well, allowing them to understand the truths of the world hidden behind the layers of mist.
However, the more they knew, the greater the burden on their hearts. Even Greem, with all his power and confidence, could only try his best to survive in this strange and odd world.
Greem waved away the beautiful blood elf mage giving the report, sighed, and finally dealt with his breakfast proper.
There was a bit of a joke saying amongst the adepts.
Only adepts who could eat were powerful adepts!
The energy exhausted in the use of any supernatural power was incredibly amazing. One could not cast a destructive spell without a powerful body. And where did energy come from? Eating, naturally.
That was why Greem gave himself the order to eat; to eat as much as he could whenever he ran into difficult problems that he did not have the solutions to.
At the very least, this would make him slightly stronger than before.