Chapter 462: Only Death Awaits

Morrigan listened in a trance. Though Murphy's explanation contained many terms she didn't fully understand, she grasped the overall idea: the Weave could help deities communicate with their followers, thereby gaining higher quality faith power!

This indeed addressed a major issue for the gods. Communication with followers could easily cultivate devout believers or even fanatics, greatly enhancing their divine power. However, gods had their own lives and pleasures, and didn't have the time or energy to listen to the trivialities of mortals.

Moreover, as Murphy mentioned, granting miracles was troublesome. It often required a large amount of divine power, yet the benefit to the follower was minimal, sometimes just creating a vague illusion, with very low efficiency and poor results.

As a result, most gods were reluctant to respond to prayers, justifying it as the mysterious ways of the divine.

But what if these problems were solved?

The Weave could help wizards use magic by controlling magical power. Divine power was similar, so perhaps the Weave could indeed do what Murphy claimed?

If so, the Weave's significance was even greater than imagined!

However, amidst her excitement, Morrigan's remaining wariness prompted her to question, "You're not a deity, how do you know so much about these things and manage to accomplish this?"

Murphy frowned, as if touched upon an unpleasant subject. "The strength of the Christian God is not without reason. Though I wasn't fully converted, I still glimpsed some of His abilities."

Murphy casually attributed the technology to the Christian God, knowing the deities wouldn't verify it with their enemy.

Morrigan nodded, accepting Murphy's explanation.

She then thought of another issue. "What's the price? Such powerful abilities can't come without a cost."

Murphy smiled. "Whether communicating with followers or granting miracles, it requires divine power as the foundation. Without it, you can't establish a channel. So, some divine power is needed as support, but it's like a tree without roots, not long-lasting."

"The best way to use the Weave is to invest some divinity into it. This divinity acts like capital in a business, continually bringing high returns to the deity."

…

In a lush garden, the king of gods, Dagda, took the wine cup Morrigan handed him and asked, "How is it?"

"He didn't lie. Followers are increasing, divine power is growing, even divinity is becoming more refined. I'm becoming unprecedentedly powerful, maybe... soon I'll be stronger than you."

The goddess smiled, but her eyes held a clear challenge.

Dagda laughed heartily. "If that day comes, why not let you be the king of gods."

He finished his drink. "Since the Weave is so useful, have him build more quickly. The Christian God hasn't left, and those northerners have come again. This land is full of invaders; we must strengthen quickly."

"Do you have any concerns?"

The goddess nodded slightly. "The Weave isn't just for us. If others discover its secret, they can use it too."

"Then kill everyone who knows the secret," Dagda said.

"But we need those wizards to build more Weaves," Morrigan reminded.

"Then keep them captive."

Morrigan nodded; this was her plan as well. "One more thing, Merlin, I don't trust him. He created the Weave; he might have more schemes in it. And with him around, those wizards might not listen to us."

"Kill him!" Dagda said. "He's teaching those wizards how to build the Weave, right? Once they learn, he's useless. Kill him."

…

Murphy sat on a rock at the mountain top, facing thirteen disciples.

"Remember, the Weave is your qualification to survive; knowledge is your foundation."

"As long as you have the technology to build the Weave, the deities can only recruit you. They might imprison, enslave, or keep you captive, but they won't kill you. Survive first, then talk about other things. The Weave will give you the right to survive."

"But don't just live."

"Explore, learn, train. I've taught you how to use the Weave. I've also left enough knowledge in it. Master the technologies the deities disdain, learn the knowledge they can't be bothered with, and use them to strengthen yourselves."

"Relying on external things can't last. But you can internalize them into your own power."

"Finally, you must leave here."

"Don't stay in one place, spread out, go further. If you seek shelter, don't put all your eggs in one basket. There are many deities on this land. If you rely on just one, the others will see you as a threat and enemy. But if you don't join any side, you might gain some freedom."

"Teacher, are you leaving?" one wizard asked.

"The Weave involves too much. As long as I live, the deities won't rest." Murphy smiled. "So I must die."

Without killing the creator of the Weave, how could the deities dare to invest their lifeblood into it?

Only his death would make this trap seem like honey.

"Vivian, you can call them now," Murphy said, looking at one disciple.

The female wizard's face was full of fear. "No, teacher, I, I didn't..."

"I don't blame you. The power of the deities is too strong; those without strong will can easily succumb."

Now the wizards understood. Vivian had betrayed the teacher. She knew the deities wanted to kill him and even informed them.

"Vivian! Traitor!" the wizards shouted angrily.

But Murphy remained calm. "In the future, more of you will betray. This is human nature. But don't be scared by the darkness ahead, nor give up hope for the light. Go, take your followers, and leave. They are coming."

"Teacher, I won't go. I want to stay and help you!" a wizard shouted.

Murphy smiled. "Save yourselves for the right time."

He waved, creating swirling space distortions around them, enveloping and teleporting them away.

On the other side, Vivian suddenly clutched her head, screaming in agony as if something was drilling into her mind.

After a while, her screams stopped. The female wizard, now with blood-stained eyes, stood up. Soon, several powerful presences gathered, and a cauldron-like object in the sky trapped Murphy in the center.

Vivian spoke with Morrigan's voice, "Since you knew we were going to kill you, why didn't you escape?"

"Escape? Where to? For how long? And why?"

Murphy smiled. "I may be prepared to die in battle, but I never said I'd go quietly."

"Everyone, be ready to die with me."

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