r18novel Chapter 1269 Hill's Demand
Chapter 1269 Hill's Demand
The arena was silent for about two seconds before a deafening roar erupted from the stands.
"She's dead. Dillian is dead."
"The destroyers of magic have won, the spellcasters have lost."
"That stab was too brutal; it pierced right through the heart."
“I told you the Spellbreakers are not to be trifled with. Look, Arcane Eternal Star has completely lost face.”
The sounds surged in from all directions, merging into a buzzing roar that bounced back and forth between the barrier and the stands.
Some people stood up and applauded, some shook their heads and sighed, and a few gamblers were waving their arms wildly, clearly having won big in this bet.
Commentator Haak stood in the commentary box, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly before he finally managed to squeeze out a single sentence.
"The match is over. Bai Ye wins."
His voice was somewhat dry, completely different from his usual passionate tone.
He glanced furtively in the direction of the Arcane Eternal Star stands, then quickly looked away, not daring to look again.
His professional instincts told him that he should say a few more words at this moment, that he should heat up the atmosphere, and that he should keep the audience's emotions running high.
But his survival instinct told him to shut up, not to say anything, not to comment, not to analyze, and not to make any remarks that could be interpreted as taking sides.
So he shut his mouth and stood there quietly, like a transparent decoration.
In the stands of Arcane Eternal Star, the spellcasters all had ashen faces.
Serphia sat at the highest point of the stands, her face expressionless.
The scene in the arena was reflected in those deep brown eyes; Su Xiao's back was walking towards the contestants' seats.
Her right hand rested on the armrest, her fingers slightly curled, her nails digging into the wooden surface of the armrest, leaving a shallow dent.
She watched as the medical staff carried away Dillian's body, her once vibrant body now hanging limply, her long golden hair swaying on the edge of the stretcher, stained with sand and blood.
Don't assume she loves Dilling that much.
Her gaze toward Dillian was more like that of someone eyeing a treasure.
For her, Dylin was more of an object to showcase her strength, a work of art she had meticulously crafted, and a calling card to prove the power of the Arcane faction to the entire Void.
How many years did she spend nurturing Dillian? How many resources did she expend? How much effort did she put in? Those things weren't love; they were an investment.
Dilling was not her disciple, but her work, her achievement, and the evidence she used to prove her own correctness.
Unfortunately, this item has now been smashed.
It was smashed in Su Xiao's hands, smashed in front of everyone, shattered into pieces, beyond even being picked up.
"Sephiria, is this the ability and artifact you developed to defend against the Spellbreakers? Isn't it ridiculous?"
King Linfeng's voice came from the side, neither too loud nor too soft, but every word was as clear as if it had been carved with a knife.
His tone was laced with undisguised sarcasm, not gloating, but a more sophisticated form of contempt, like someone calmly remarking "nothing special" after watching a self-important clown's performance.
King Rin was extremely displeased with Serphilia.
King Rinfeng disliked both Serphilia's personality and her motivations.
The other party didn't resemble an academic mage at all; he was more like a mad experimental scientist.
Human experimentation, forbidden magic, abyssal modification—things considered taboo by countless people, Sephiria dared to directly handle.
She didn't care whether those things would backfire, how much pain those experimenters would suffer, or what fate awaited the innocent people caught up in the experiments.
She only cares about the result, whether she can succeed, and whether she can prove her theory is correct.
Dillin was a successful product of Serphia's human experiments.
A survivor who emerged from countless failures, a weapon meticulously crafted specifically to combat the destroyers of law.
Of course, the creation of the successful product, Dylin, was based on the deaths of hundreds of thousands of exceptionally talented spellcasters.
Among those spellcasters were official members of Arcane Eternal Star, geniuses recruited from the void, and promising talents selected by Serphilia from various worlds.
They came to Arcane Eternity with a love for magic and a thirst for knowledge, believing they could realize their dreams here and become great spellcasters.
Then they were sent to Serphia's laboratory and never came out.
Because of this incident, King Linfeng almost fought with Serphilia, but was stopped by the Supreme Being.
That was the biggest conflict within Arcane Eternal Star, with the Elemental and Arcane factions nearly coming to blows in the main hall of Arcane Eternal Star.
King Linfeng, along with the elders of the elemental factions, blocked the entrance to Serphia's laboratory, demanding that she hand over the experimental data, stop human experimentation, and cooperate with the investigation.
Serphia refused, saying that the deaths of those test subjects were for a greater purpose, to protect Arcane Eternal from the threat of the Spellbreakers, and that their sacrifice was worthwhile.
The rift between the two sides could never be mended.
This was also the trigger for the conflict between the Arcane faction and the Elemental faction.
The Elementalists belong to a more traditional academic school of thought. They believe that magic should be mastered through systematic learning, rigorous research, and long-term accumulation.
They respect tradition, rules, and truths that have stood the test of time.
Serphia, on the other hand, is a radical with no scruples. She believes that tradition is a constraint, rules are shackles, and truth is meant to be overthrown.
The two sides have different development philosophies, so naturally they fought each other to the death.
At this moment, King Linfeng sat in the stands, looking at Serphia's ashen face, and felt an indescribable sense of pleasure.
He had waited too long for this day.
From the day Dillian was chosen as Serphia's apprentice, he knew that this girl would not have a good ending.
It wasn't because Dillin wasn't strong enough, but because Serphia never treated her disciples as living, breathing people.
In her eyes, her disciples were tools, experimental subjects, and consumables used to prove her theories.
Use Dillin when you can, discard her when you can't, and find another one when she dies. After all, the Void is never short of geniuses who crave power.
"To be such a shameless slut, Serphilia, you truly are something else." King Rinfeng's voice rang out again, this time even more direct and merciless.
“I’ve told you about Dilin’s matter dozens of times, haven’t I? I have no right to interfere with your human experimentation, but using your own disciple for experiments—is your spirit of law still burning? Or rather, was it trampled out by the destroyers of law a thousand years ago?”
These words were like a knife, piercing precisely into Serphia's most painful spot.
The soul of magic is the most fundamental thing for a spellcaster; it is their love for magic, their pursuit of knowledge, and their faith in truth.
If a spellcaster's magical soul is extinguished, he is merely an empty shell capable of using magic, devoid of soul, warmth, and anything that inspires awe.
King Linfeng was saying that she had died long ago, a thousand years ago, at the hands of the destroyers of magic. Now she was just a walking corpse, a monster disguised as a mage or sage.
Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but just before she could speak, a voice came from the highest point of the stands.
"Shut up, all of you."
It's just three very simple words.
But everyone who hears these three words feels an invisible pressure pressing down on them, like an invisible mountain on their shoulders, making it difficult to breathe.
Serphilia and King Rinnegan, both high-ranking members of Arcane Eternal Star, fell silent and even bowed slightly.
Their bodies leaned slightly forward, their heads lowered, their gazes shifting from the arena to the air in front of them, their posture as respectful as two students awaiting instruction.
Because the Most High has descended.
The Supreme Being was not originally here, but because of the matter between Will and Hill, the Supreme Being specially put down his experiments and came to this arena.
He wore a dark robe, simple in style and without any superfluous decoration, but the majesty that emanated from his very bones made everyone afraid to look him in the eye.
He sat in the highest section of the stands, in an area separated by an energy barrier, with no one around him. It wasn't that no one wanted to sit next to him, but that no one was qualified.
In the audience, many people's eyes kept shifting back and forth between the figures of the Old Destroyer and the Supreme Being.
Some are comparing, some are speculating, and some are waiting.
No one knew better than those present what the names "Old Destroyer of Laws" and "Supreme Being" represented in the void.
The countless clashes and duels between them, the countless battles that nearly destroyed the world—those events are now buried deep in history. But the fact that they are both in the same arena, sitting in the same stands, is itself a signal.
Some sensed an impending storm, some saw signs of undercurrents, and some were already planning which side to take and how to respond to potential changes.
In the arena, the list of contestants for the third round began to roll.
The names flashed across the light screen so fast that they were almost imperceptible to the naked eye. Everyone's eyes were focused on the huge light screen, waiting for the roulette wheel to stop.
The roulette wheel spun slower and slower until it finally stopped. Two names appeared before everyone.
Number 66, Lin Yi.
Number 3, a contestant from a small faction, has a very long and difficult-to-pronounce name.
Sparse applause and whistles rang out in the arena, but no one really cared about the outcome of the match.
Everyone knew this was just a formality; the contestant from the smaller faction wouldn't really fight Lin Yi to the death, and might not even fight at all, simply admitting defeat and leaving.
In the stands, just as Lin Yi left his seat, Hill suddenly stood up.
But the moment she stood up, the sound in the entire arena subsided.
The eyes of all the important figures standing at the top of the void were focused on her.
The highest being sat there, and there was no one around.
He was relaxed, leaning back in his chair with his hands folded on his knees, his gaze fixed on the arena, seemingly indifferent to everything around him.
But when Hill approached Him, His gaze shifted from the arena to Hill's face.
"Welcome," the supreme being said, his voice neither loud nor soft, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, as if greeting an ordinary guest.
“I need a kingdom of God. A kingdom that can hold millions of people from God.”
The moment those words were spoken, the spellcasters around who heard them were all shocked.
Kingdoms are not uncommon; many gods have their own kingdoms, which are their dwelling places, the places where the souls of their believers reside, and the source of their power.
But Hill didn't want an ordinary kingdom; she wanted a kingdom that could hold millions of gods.
The concept of this thing is completely different.
The difference between a god and a believer is greater than the difference between an ordinary person and a deity.
Believers only need faith, prayer, and dedication to find rest in God's Kingdom.
But it's different from becoming a god. Becoming a god requires growth, cultivation, battles, and the consumption of a lot of resources and energy.
One resource consumed by God is equivalent to the consumption of ten thousand believers.
Millions from God, that's the consumption of billions of believers.
King Linfeng and Serphia were both stunned.
They weren't people who hadn't seen big things, but after hearing Hill's request, the same thought flashed through their minds at the same time: was this guy trying to rip them off?
If you are looking for a kingdom that can accommodate millions of fanatical believers or the Holy Spirit, it's not hard to find one. Which of those sects that have been passed down for thousands of years doesn't have a few such kingdoms?
However, a divine kingdom capable of accommodating millions of gods requires a massive investment of resources that cannot be achieved with just a little.
That requires top-tier space technology, the most stable energy core, the most robust barrier, and the most complete ecological cycle system.
Each of those items requires astronomical amounts of resources, and each requires top-notch craftsmen and mages to spend years or even decades to complete.
Combining them to create a divine kingdom capable of housing millions of gods is a project so vast that even a power of the Arcane Eternal Star would have to think twice.
A cold smile appeared on Serphia's lips.
She waited for the supreme being to refuse her, and waited to see this once arrogant woman lose face in front of everyone.
A divine kingdom that can accommodate millions of followers? Do you think this is a vegetable market?
But to Serphia's surprise, the Supreme Being actually agreed.
"Yes." The Supreme Being's voice was calm, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.
"King Linfeng will take charge of this matter."
Serphia's cold smile froze.
She turned her head to look at King Linfeng, hoping to see the same shock and confusion on his face.
King Linfeng's face remained expressionless; he had long known that the Supreme Being would agree.
From the moment Hill stood up, he knew it was a done deal.
It wasn't because Hill's request was reasonable, but because the Most High needed to give Hill an explanation, and this was the Most High's apology to Hill.
Arcane Eternal did indeed act unfairly in the past. Those events are too complicated to explain, involving too many people and too many interests, but in the final analysis, it all boils down to one sentence: Arcane Eternal owes Hill.
Since Hill dared to come and ask for this item this time, it means that if he gives it to her, she can temporarily let bygones be bygones regarding what happened before.
It has to be said that Hill's personality has changed a lot recently.
If it were the old Hill, it would have been a fight to the death.
Given her temperament back then, she would never let it go after being tricked so badly; she would fight to the death to get justice.
But now, for Lin Yi's sake, to pave the way for Lin Yi, and to create a safe environment for Lin Yi's growth, Hill is actually tolerating some problems.
She could swallow her anger, let go of that grudge, and remain calm in front of her enemy, simply because she didn't want her hatred to affect Lin Yi's future.
However, the Supreme Being does not have the item that Hill wants in stock.
After all, in a divine kingdom of millions of gods, no one would want to have one of these things in their possession, as that would consume too many resources. Therefore, He ordered King Linfeng to speed up the production.
King Linfeng bowed slightly and agreed to the matter.
After he finished speaking, the Supreme Being stood up from his chair.
His movements were slow, but everyone who saw him stand up felt an invisible pressure emanating from the highest point of the stands.
He hesitated for a moment, then handed the invitation to Hill.
"There will be a ceremony on Arcane Eternal Star soon. I hope you can attend."
The Arcane Eternal's ceremony is not an event that just anyone can attend; it is the highest-level event on Arcane Eternal, and only the most distinguished guests can receive an invitation.
An invitation personally delivered by the most revered person is an unprecedented honor.
Hill glanced at the invitation from the Supreme Being, and under the watchful eyes of countless people, reached out and accepted it.
This also means that the feud between Arcane Eternal and Abyss Healer has temporarily come to an end.
However, the feud between Serphia's Arcane faction and the Abyss Healer faction has not ended.
Arcane Eternal is a vast organization with countless factions, forces, and conflicts of interest.
The Supreme Being can make a statement on behalf of the Arcane Eternal Star, but He cannot make a statement on behalf of every faction.
The feud between Serphia's Arcane faction and the Abyss Healer faction is a personal grudge, not a public one.
Those things won't vanish with a single word from the supreme being, and those hatreds won't disappear with an invitation.
Women and petty men are difficult to deal with, and Hill is very vengeful.
She got to where she is today not only because of her medical skills and abilities, but also because of her memory.
She will remember whoever has helped her for the rest of her life.
She will remember anyone who has wronged her for the rest of her life.
For Lin Yi's future, she could temporarily suppress her hatred and pretend that nothing had happened.
But she will remember the culprit, the Arcane faction, for the rest of her life.
Seeing Hill's gaze, Serphilia instantly understood Hill's thoughts.
There was no anger or hatred in those eyes, only a chilling calm.
That calm was more terrifying than any threat, because it meant that Hill would not give Serphia any chance to retaliate.
She will collect this debt little by little at the most appropriate time and in the most appropriate way.
Serphia couldn't help but curse inwardly at the trouble.
Don't ask why Serphia understands, because Serphia is the same kind of person.
They are the same kind of people: they hold grudges and resentments for a lifetime.
When like repels like, she can naturally understand what the other person wants to do.
She knew Hill too well, just like she knew herself. She knew Hill wouldn't let it go, she knew Hill wouldn't give up so easily, and she knew Hill would make her pay the price sometime, in some way.
But she had no choice. The attitude of the supreme being was already clear, as was the attitude of King Linfeng, and the attitudes of the representatives of the forces who were observing were even more obvious.
To turn against Hill at this time is not brave, it's foolish. (End of Chapter)