The Great Artisan God’s words left Qiansitelin momentarily speechless.
She opened her mouth but didn’t know what to say, so she could only glare angrily at the Great Artisan God.
The Great Artisan God, however, completely ignored Qiansitelin’s glare and turned to look at Muxuan.
“Your Highness, the reason why it turned into a withered vine is still unclear. If you go, it should probably be fine, but Qiansitelin…”
The Great Artisan God’s meaning was very blunt: Qiansitelin simply didn’t have the qualifications to enter.
“What do you mean?!”
Qiansitelin couldn’t take it anymore.
She cast aside her usual composure.
The Great Artisan God merely waved his hand, ignoring Qiansitelin.
Muxuan saw this and a smile curled at the corner of her mouth.
At the same time, she tugged Qiansitelin again.
“Great Artisan God, why can I go but Qiansitelin cannot?”
The Great Artisan God did not hide it and said very directly:
“Different cores.”
As soon as the words fell, Qiansitelin and Muxuan both fell silent.
After a long while, Qiansitelin asked unwillingly:
“Is there really no other way to enter? After all… Qiansitelin is only a Light Core…”
The Great Artisan God looked at Qiansitelin for a long while, then finally shook his head helplessly, indicating he could do nothing.
He himself had tried various methods, and all had ended in failure.
That forest felt like a giant beast in the middle of gorging itself.
Even if you could escape from its jaws, you would still be devoured completely in the end.
“No, there is still a way.”
Under her hood, Muxuan’s golden pupils flickered slightly, and she quickly understood something.
“Great Artisan God, have you ever let a corrupted tribesman enter?”
Muxuan’s words made the Great Artisan God pause.
This was indeed a method he had never considered.
“Your meaning is…”
“Yes. The ‘Judgment’ left behind by Beikeze can allow a person to merge with the corruption while maintaining a stable state without being corroded by it.”
After receiving the Great Artisan God’s answer, Muxuan became even more convinced of her idea.
Just how strange had this world become?
Under the shroud of the Black Mist, the Holy City of the Light Church, the capital of the Airedoria Empire, the Tower City of the Neutral Mage Tower, and the War Fortress of the Dwarves… had all fallen.
No matter how you looked at it, the Elven Forest could not have been spared.
And the external expansion of the Elven Forest had already shown its abnormality, yet the interior was perfectly normal.
That made it even more impossible.
Therefore, if one was already corrupted, it was very likely that the Elven Forest would not detect them.
After figuring this out, Qiansitelin’s tightly furrowed brow instantly relaxed.
She certainly didn’t want her little Highness to go alone to such a dangerous place…
Besides, when necessary, she still had emergency measures.
Seeing that Muxuan had already come up with a solution, the Great Artisan God did not say anything more.
“Since Your Highness has made a decision, I will start assigning tasks to the Watkan Tribe from tomorrow… Strive to build the preliminary framework of the Holy City before Your Highness returns.”
Muxuan nodded.
The exact time needed for her to go to the Elven Forest was still unknown.
But even just building the preliminary framework would be enough.
No matter how strange the Elven Forest was, it probably couldn’t cut off the connection between herself and the Holy Relic.
With the Holy Relic stationed in the Church, along with Lutherch and the Great Artisan God present, there shouldn’t be any more trouble.
After another detailed planning session with the Great Artisan God, Muxuan and Qiansitelin immediately hurried to the Church of the Camp.
To go deep into the Elven Forest, the pollution attachment from the ‘Judgment’ was necessary.
And at the same time, far within the depths of the church, “Muxuan” also opened his eyes.
After glancing a few times at the stone tablet beside him, he slowly stood up and walked out.
Soon, two newly appointed Cardinals were summoned to the Meeting Hall again.
Inside the spacious Meeting Hall, the cold marble floor reflected the soft holy light cast from the dome.
Kelaite stood silently in place, like a rock embedded in the ground.
His dark brown eyes were lowered, his gaze fixed on the tips of his plain boots, as if studying the fine dust patterns on them.
Compared to the surrounding magnificent and solemn environment, he seemed somewhat out of place.
That calmness, etched into his bones, even carried a hint of aloof vigilance.
While Aeryadi, standing opposite him, was completely different.
Wearing brand-new Cardinal robes, he held his head slightly up, his face showing barely concealed pride.
You know, the opportunity to be summoned by His Holiness for a council meeting was rare.
Now, as a Cardinal, he could finally stand here, receive His Holiness’s orders, and pass them down!
He would be the pillar of the future Church.
The tragedy of Beikeze would never repeat itself!
He even somewhat eagerly cast a sidelong glance at Kelaite, a sense of superiority arising in his heart.
How could this dull fellow possibly know how to revitalize the Church?
The future of the Church still depended on him!
Finally, “Muxuan”’s pure white figure slowly emerged.
He did not walk toward the throne that symbolized supreme authority, but stopped in the halo of light not far in front of the two.
The white robe with gold patterns flowed with luster, its outlines slightly blurred in the glow.
An invisible pressure radiated, far more oppressive than the solemn atmosphere of the Meeting Hall itself.
Kelaite lowered his head even further.
Aeryadi also immediately bowed his head respectfully.
“Your Holiness!”
“Muxuan”’s gaze swept over the respectfully bowed Kelaite and Aeryadi.
His dignified, low voice broke the silence.
“Holy City.”
Just two words, yet they struck like a heavy hammer on the hearts of the two newly appointed Cardinals.
Kelaite lowered his head a little more.
Aeryadi jerked his head up slightly, a blazing light instantly bursting in his eyes.
No need for more words; the two immediately understood His Holiness’s meaning.
Aeryadi’s heart surged with even more excitement.
Rebuilding the Holy City!
This was a great achievement worthy of being recorded in the Church’s history!
“Muxuan” paid no attention to their reactions.
His voice was calm and cold, carrying an unshakable resolve.
“Camp as core, named [Holy City].”
As the words fell, the holy light falling from the Meeting Hall’s dome seemed to brighten for a moment.
“Existing strongholds, divided into three zones.”
“Southwest Stronghold, Lutherch’s Mage Tower will move there, named [Star].”
“Northwest Stronghold, Kamani will garrison there, named [Sun].”
“Southeast Stronghold, where Bishop Valentin is stationed, the residence of the Watkan Tribe, named [Ying].”
Kelaite silently noted it down, already beginning to map out logistics and resource flow in his mind.
Aeryadi’s heart surged with excitement as he began to imagine the key role he would play in this grand blueprint.
“Task one.”
Muxuan’s gaze fell on Aeryadi, the invisible pressure making him instantly straighten his back.
“Aeryadi, select a site, build a fourth stronghold, located northeast of the camp. Name: [Moon].”
“Within half a month, complete basic development and barrier construction. Allocate manpower and resources as needed. The Knight Order will assist in guarding the development area.”
“This matter, you will personally oversee.”
“As you command, Your Holiness!”
Aeryadi’s voice trembled slightly with excitement, his face unable to hide his elation.
This was a very important major task!
Establishing a stronghold, and one that would be one of the four zones of the future Holy City!
He couldn’t wait to start immediately.
“Muxuan”’s golden pupils turned to Kelaite.
That steady figure seemed unshaken by Aeryadi’s excitement.
“Task two.”
“Kelaite, you will be responsible for coordinating and managing all construction materials for the [Sun], [Star], [Ying], and [Moon] strongholds, as well as the camp [Holy City].”
“The Great Artisan God of the Watkan Tribe will oversee the specific construction. You are to directly interface with him, ensuring that ores, lumber, and building supplies flow smoothly.”
“I will follow Your Holiness’s decree.”
Kelaite’s voice was low and firm, with no superfluous vows, only pure commitment.
Seeing that both had accepted their tasks, “Muxuan” gave a slight nod.
“The preliminary framework of the Holy City must be completed as soon as possible. If you encounter obstacles or difficulties, make your own decisions; if you cannot decide, report to me.”
“That is all for these matters. You may withdraw.”
“Yes!”
The two Cardinals replied in unison.
Unable to suppress his urgency and excitement, Aeryadi turned around almost immediately, his steps carrying an irrepressible thrill.
His mind had already begun to race with calculations: picking the site, assigning personnel, and how to complete the development at the fastest speed.
He wanted His Holiness to see his ability and efficiency!
Kelaite gave a steady bow before turning to leave.
His brows were slightly furrowed, thinking about how to quickly establish an efficient resource allocation system.