140. Different Spaces
The other member of the so-called [Roaring Fire] was actually Mura.
“Human Pope, I have kept my promise.”
Mura said.
She wore a dress, and her full, fair legs shimmered with an alluring light under the Pope’s golden lamp.
White Cone looked at the beautiful dark elf with lecherous eyes. Short Wind, although not shy, was clearly much more serious.
“Very well. With you, our plan should proceed smoothly, and humanity will be able to completely regain its sovereignty in the future.”
“Remember to fulfill your promise.”
Mura said, “And don’t be mistaken. My purpose in coming here is all for the elves.”
“What do you mean?”
Paris suddenly said, her voice tinged with reason and mockery.
“At this point, being too idealistic will only make more people look down on you.”
“You humans don’t have the right to comment.”
Mura retorted with a sharp voice.
Paris closed her eyes, as if she didn’t want to continue participating in the discussion.
White Cone and Short Wind took this opportunity to try and get close to her, but unfortunately, Mura looked at humans as if they were a pile of trash… she didn’t even look them in the eye.
So, Mura, just like Reina and Pesa in the corner of the platform, found a quiet corner and closed her eyes to rest.
Just then, Mura noticed Reina, a hint of disgust in her eyes. Seeing this, Pesa stood in front of Reina, as if trying to shield her from Mura’s hatred.
White Cone could only pretend that nothing was wrong and eased the awkwardness: “I say, let’s not have any internal conflicts in our group. At least for now, we’re not enemies. Why is there so much tension? Harmony brings wealth!”
And just then, Mura, who hadn’t really wanted to talk to the humans, opened her eyes:
“Some conflicts cannot be erased by time.”
“You humans are a greedy race. After thousands of years, you don’t even know what your ancestors were like.”
“Even before, we were also human, weren’t we?” Short Wind scratched his head.
“Then do you know what the humans of the past experienced?”
“I remember… it was the Goddess of Light, to save humanity from fire and water, with the help of the [Hero], resisted foreign enemies and drove you demons to the Four Realms…”
Pesa raised her hand and answered. The story she told was the version widely circulated by the church.
Mura sighed, as if helpless at humanity’s ignorance.
“The Primordial Era was how the world was originally meant to be.”
“To you humans, it’s a very strange thing that there are many different races in this world. This was originally supposed to be a world for humans.”
“…”
Saying this, the Pope lowered his head… He didn’t express any opinion.
“Elves, humans, dwarves, half-orcs, demons… magic and swordsmanship, various legends.”
“This world doesn’t belong to just one race, humanity.”
“But you are demons,” White Cone said with a smile. “Although we look the same, we are fundamentally different beings, aren’t we?”
“Elves were originally not demons.”
Mura’s eyes were fierce.
“What do you mean?”
White Cone asked. To him, this was like the idea that “birds are originally mammals.”
“Thousands of years ago, it was the Goddess of Light who turned us elves into demons. That’s why you humans became the sole dominant power.”
“The kings of the various races originally didn’t have fierce conflicts. At least, that was the peaceful era we looked forward to. But why, in the end, was only the Goddess of Light left?”
“…Do you humans never think about such questions?”
Saying that, Mura’s eyes were filled with contempt again.
“I can barely get by myself, and you want me to think about my ancestors?”
Short Wind said half-jokingly.
“So, you humans are really an ignorant bunch.”
Mura shook her head, instantly feeling that she had nothing more to say to the humans.
The dark elves and the Goddess of Light had a blood feud.
Perhaps this was the reason.
But Reina understood that the dark elves’ problem wasn’t as simple as she had said.
The resources of the Four Realms were scarce, and the independent worlds might not even be suitable for life.
Each race had its own way, and the elves relied on the [World Tree] for survival.
And as the connection with the soil of the main world was severed, the World Tree began to wither. And for some reason, the elves turned into dark elves. And now, Mura should be here to find a solution to the withering of the World Tree.
“Is the idle talk over? Then it’s time to begin.”
Just then, the Pope stood up, looked at the rotating shaft beside him, and said.
The others also stood up and walked to the Pope’s side. Pesa pushed Reina’s wheelchair and was the last to arrive.
Then, the Pope extended his hands and began to use magic.
Powerful light attribute magic began to imitate light. As the light regularly dispersed and gathered, it finally transformed into something like a cockpit… At first glance, it looked like a Ferris wheel cabin, but it actually had dragonfly-wing-like propellers on top and a few supports below.
Light magic was the Goddess of Light’s original magic. Only the Goddess of Light herself could use the power of light, and even the Saintess had only obtained the right to use a portion of light magic… Light attribute magic was just a clumsy imitation of light magic.
But the Pope was the strongest user of light attribute magic. This exaggerated construction ability was almost unique in the world.
At this moment, Reina began to pay attention to the Pope’s true strength, but unfortunately, she couldn’t tell what level he was just from his exquisite light attribute magic.
After getting on the “cabin,” the “wings” began to vibrate violently. As the center of gravity began to shift, the group actually flew off the platform and began to ascend at an extremely fast speed.
But while flying, Reina felt that something was not right…
As the acceleration gradually decreased and the speed stabilized, she should have felt a corresponding deceleration… This should have been an subconscious feeling.
But she discovered that it was like riding an upward elevator.
Could it be that they were flying upwards?
When the cabin began to decelerate, this feeling became even more significant.
“We’ve arrived.”
The Pope said.
At this moment, cracks appeared on the outer shell of the cabin, and it unfolded like a paper box being opened. The walls became the ground, forming a platform of light attribute magic.
“This is?!”
After the wheelchair was pushed out of the cabin, a shocking scene occurred before her eyes.
Reina wasn’t too surprised… After all, from the very beginning, she had noticed it earlier than anyone else.
“The ceiling is… above?”
Pesa exclaimed.
Above them was a “dead end” of rock wall.
And beneath their feet, outside the light attribute magic, was an abyss comparable to a sinkhole.
It was as if the world had been turned upside down.
This is really troublesome…
It seems they are two different spaces.
