Episode 376 Disaster (2)
“Umm…”
I drool as I listened to the story.
altar.
A pillar that protects the dimension and at the same time a lock that sealed the entrance to the heavens and demons.
For some reason, it seemed to have a lot to do with the fact that he came from modern times to this middle-earth.
‘Come to think of it, I met descendants of elves who made bicycles and violins in the Lessian Empire.’
Ray thought of the half-elves, where archery was an art.
What if her ancestors were reincarnated hundreds of years ago when the dimension was once twisted?
Suspicion continued biting tail after tail.
At the end, it reached her younger sister Lacia.
Considering the absurd speed of acquiring magic and the fact that he had knowledge he would not have learned, it was possible.
Ray, who was organizing his thoughts about the altar for a while, touched his forehead.
“God has made a big deal out of it.”
“It must have been an unavoidable choice. Because the main god who protects the world could not have given up the dimension, but could not have destroyed the balance in the middle world.”
“No matter how much, this is a bit too much…”
Even in the demon realm and the celestial realm, the dimension itself was different from the middle realm.
According to legend, it was known that humans could not dare to handle the holy power and demonic spirit they emitted, and that there was a history of a single monster tearing down Mount Tai.
Of course, rumors and legends are bound to go wrong.
However, even if not to that extent, there would be enough power to deal with human forces casually.
Let’s assume that if the dimension is distorted like that time, one of the gates to either the demon world or the celestial world opens.
In an instant, the empire and the kingdom would burn and scatter as ashes.
The territory that many different races have made their home will become their plaything and will forever turn into a battlefield.
The Fall of Middle-earth.
Invasion of new beings.
Predictably, at that time, it would not be only the Elyos and the Asmodians who would reign in Middle-earth.
Even unknown beings who were brought from a faraway dimension like yourself will start confrontation in order to survive.
A magic tool created by God.
If one ‘altar’ is torn down, the middle world literally becomes a mess.
Ray’s complexion changed more seriously than before.
Could it be that the last option chosen by God became the trigger that turned Middle-earth into a gambling place?
Was there really no other way?
Perhaps guessing his intentions, Aira said as she walked faster.
“Just because he is the god of the dimension doesn’t mean he is omnipotent. It’s just that you know more and can do more than others. Although it is versatile, how can it heal the wounds of the dimension? I had no choice but to build a new pillar using something as a medium.”
“Then, we should provide after-care for free! If you don’t know me after making it, someone will repair the altar that’s left behind!”
Ray lamented towards the sky.
Of course, no answer came.
It just came back to him as an empty echo in the forest.
Ray was surprised that a magic tool called an ‘altar’ created by God was supporting this gigantic dimension, but he was even more surprised by her calm expression.
Perhaps, even during these conversations, the magical tools could cause an anomaly, and the fate of the middle world could be completely reversed.
However, her complexion was cold-hearted.
Even though one dimension has collapsed, there is no change in facial expression to a surprising extent.
As if answering his gaze, Aira said.
“When the mind is agitated, the mind is also agitated. The feeling of worry is not allowed for us right now. Because even one small mistake on our part may lead to the destruction of Middle-earth.”
As she spoke, she stopped.
At that, Ray naturally stared straight ahead.
“Wow.”
There was a building like a temple with an antique atmosphere.
Light green moss and vines wrapped around the pillars and became a roof.
In the forest where no wind blows, the temple was enveloped in silence.
It goes beyond grandeur and even reverence.
The stone steps that have been hit by the wind and waves of the years and the faded statues that seem to have been sculpted from something in the past have saved the atmosphere to the fullest.
Aira climbed the stairs and let out a small breath in front of the temple door.
He tidied up his dangling clothes and looked at Ray and said.
“This is the most sacred place on the earth where we dwell. Set an example and come in.”
Even in front of the temple of the Goddess Gaia, Rayda used to spit with her legs crossed.
There was no way to be polite in a place where there were magic tools made by the goddess, not the goddess herself.
After roughly wiping his dusty hands on his chest, he followed Aira into the temple.
The interior of the temple was better organized than expected.
Looking at the countless bookshelves, it looked like a library at first glance.
The smell of dust from old books and the fishy smell of blood greeted them.
Ray turned his attention to the source of the smell.
Then, an unknown monster boasting a gigantic size had collapsed into a cold corpse.
It’s a strange look.
Its body is covered in fur and has a rat-like tail.
A single horn that is larger than my face rises from my forehead.
An enormous physique slightly exceeding that of an ogre.
Perhaps this is a monster from another dimension.
The second to greet them was the Dark Elf, who gathered his hands together on the altar, sweating profusely.
I closed my eyes and mumbled something, but when I listened closely, it was a magic combination made up of runes.
In other words, the Dark Elf in front of him was controlling the magic circle and mana intake from the altar at the same time.
Aira looked up at the altar and said.
“This is the last bastion of Middle-earth and the pillar that supports the dimension.”
At her words, Ray glanced at the altar.
Not matching the expression of a pillar, the exterior looks like a coffin.
Wouldn’t it be the goddess’ expression of intention to put all living beings living in the Middle Earth into coffins?
he asked Ira.
“So what’s wrong with that altar?”
“Originally, the altar that only had to supply mana every 50 years is now constantly requesting mana.”
Her white finger pointed at the dark elf Serien.
As a result, the two high elves couldn’t get out of here and were constantly supplying mana.
“It is a simple yet difficult problem.”
The supply of mana is something that anyone who can handle mana can do.
However, it was impossible for anyone to control it so that it would not lose all of its mana to an anti-magic tool such as an altar.
Perhaps even the elder elves would fall out after only a few seconds.
Could it be that only the high elves, who said their level of understanding of magic reached the peak?
Ray finally understood why Aira had come all the way to the village to find him.
‘Looks like the Dark Elves have run out of mana.’
Serien, who has not mastered the spirit of speech, has a limit on mana.
And now, after more than a month, the limit became clear enough that there was a problem in supplying mana.
Ray looked at the monster lying in a corner covered in blood.
Predictably, it was a monster that jumped out when the altar was shaken due to Serien’s mana depletion.
Aira said in a small voice that crawled.
“I am very sorry to you at this time when the bowl is unstable…”
“I know. Are you asking for help until you find a way to restore the altar?”
Ray silently set the bag down on the floor.
Even though the bowl of Eonryeong is shaking, it doesn’t mean that you can’t use mana at all.
He had only received help from Aira so far, so if he could repay the favor even at this time, he would welcome it.
“What can I do?”
“From now on, I will take over the mana supply of the altar after Serien. Ray, put your hand on my back and grasp the flow of mana. Your turn will surely come later.”
“okay.”
Aira gently pushed Serien’s shoulder.
At the same time, put your hands on the altar and pour mana.
Serien, barely freed from the altar’s mana slavery, gasped.
“Heo-euk… heo-eok…”
The elf’s unique clothes were drenched in sweat.
Even though there was quite a distance between him and her, he could feel the sweetness coming from Serien’s mouth.
Rei carefully placed her hand on Aira’s back.
As soon as I released a little mana, I felt the flow of mana flowing from the altar.
Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
I almost lost my hand in panic at the pressure of the intense mana pouring down like a waterfall.
‘What kind of guy’s mana is so violent?’
Derp once said that.
When making magic tools, he said to prioritize stability.
If you prioritize performance, there is a risk that the mana contained in the magic tool will run out of control.
However, the magic tool created by the author of the Goddess was an artifact in terms of stability and performance.
The fact that mana supply is required every fifty years, as well as the fact that it causes many problems.
Contrary to the grandiose name of the pillar that supports the dimension, safety was not considered even as much as ant poop.
If Derp had known that he had made a magic tool that would only cause such problems, Gaia would have been slapped a thousand more times.
Ray struggled to keep his balance in the relentless flow of mana.
When I tried to use mana forcibly, pain started all over my body.
‘Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…’
Sweat was forming on his forehead.
As expected of a magical tool called the Pillar of Dimension, the mana pressure itself was not at a level that the criminal could withstand.
The pressure felt as if my body would explode if I was careless even a little.
When he succeeded in grasping the context of the flow and centering himself, Serien, who was watching him from the side, gave a small admiration.
“To find oneself while defying the backflow of mana… As Aira boasted, you are not an ordinary human being.” Ray poured out mana, trying to understand the flow of mana at the altar.
His sensitivity to mana has reached the peak.
After concentrating on it for more than two hours, I started to feel a sense of difference in the place where mana was emitted.
A place where mana is collected while releasing the collected mana.
A point where you stand firm like a reef on the sea with strong waves.
It was faint, as if you would forget its location if you looked away even a little.
‘There is a point where mana is wrapped around. If you connect the pouring mana there, it will be a little easier. The problem is I don’t know where they are…’
Besides.
Blood dripped from Ray’s nose.
As he continued to extract mana, the bowl of the spirit of the spirit shook like crazy.
For now, who had not recovered its original state, finding a point and connecting the manas was a long way off.
In the end, Ray, who had endured to his limit, let go of her back.
