Chapter 1439: Chapter 902: The Chronicler of History
Day by day, the defensive facilities of the Chosen City grew more robust and complete under the players’ construction.
Finally, more than half a month after the Eternal Church’s army entered the Elf Forest, the vanguard of the Judgement Army reached the core area where the World Tree was located.
It was already August, marking the hottest period of the year on the Segis Continent.
In the sky, the golden sun emitted a dazzling light, scorching the earth.
However, the climate of the Elf Forest remained mild, preserving a rare coolness, unlike the high temperatures elsewhere on the continent.
And deep within the forest, amidst towering mountains, stood an awe-inspiring giant tree, reaching up to the sky.
Its branches were enshrouded by clouds, its canopy obscuring the sky and sun, lush and green, and from afar, tiny dragon-like figures could be seen flying around it, with faint dragon chants echoing.
Looking at such a majestic tree, anyone would feel a sense of insignificance.
"That must be the World Tree, the body of the Life Goddess Eve Yggdrasil, Your Majesty."
Among the army of the Eternal Church, an old mage in a gray robe gazed at the towering tree, exclaiming in awe.
However, no one around him responded to his words.
All the Judgement Knights maintained their expressionless faces, marching orderly along the path.
Seeing this, the old mage shrugged his shoulders and, deciding not to bore himself, took out a roll of parchment from his chest and began to write:
"August 10th of the Eternal Era, following the Church’s army, I finally saw the legendary World Tree..."
"She is so magnificent, so majestic, that even viewing from afar, I can feel a shock of life and the wonder of nature..."
"It’s a pity... with differing stances, who knows what will become of her after this war, or the Elf Forest..."
The old mage recorded this while sighing deeply.
However, after writing these lines, he thought for a while, erased the last few sentences, and rewrote:
"It’s a pity... songs are always sung for the victors, and after this war, where will the history of the Segis Continent lead, no one can answer now..."
"And I am just a witness to this segment of history."
After writing, the old mage looked at his words and nodded quietly, seemingly satisfied with this version of writing.
At this moment, a High Order Bishop from the Eternal Church approached him.
He looked the old mage up and down and spoke in a deep voice:
"Lord Offnam, the Pope has ordered that the army is about to reach the World Tree, and war may break out at any moment. For your safety, please do not cross the battlefield on your own. You must stay with the bishops."
"Do I not need to participate in the battle?"
The old mage shrugged and asked.
The High Order Bishop glanced at him:
"No, your task is to record everything you see."
"You have compiled the history of the empire, are a renowned historian of the empire, and were once the imperial court advisor of the empire. I believe there is no one more suitable than you to perform this role."
However, hearing the bishop’s words, the old mage lightly sighed:
"Empire? There is no empire in this world now, only a republic named Mania, and I am no longer an imperial court advisor."
"But even so, you are still the most renowned historian in the Segis World, a presence who has almost touched upon legend through your study and understanding of history. In the Segis World, you are virtually synonymous with history... for us, there is no one more suited to this task than you."
said the High Order Bishop.
"Are you sure? I’m not an Eternal believer. No, I think you should know, I even have quite a dislike for the Eternal Church, otherwise I wouldn’t have been locked in the Dorolia Castle Prison..."
The old mage rolled his eyes, speaking indifferently.
He shook his head again as he spoke:
"No, perhaps I should say, I now deeply regret agreeing to your terms, serving you in exchange for a chance to get out of prison. Otherwise, perhaps I would have become a witness to the Mania revolution, sitting in the Mania Imperial Palace and drinking coffee with the revolutionaries now! Oh, what a pity, missing the chance to personally burn the Eternal Church..."
Upon hearing the blasphemy in the old mage’s words, the High Order Bishop’s expression slightly darkened:
"Lord Offnam, please mind your language! The majesty of the True God cannot be desecrated. I do not wish to hear similar remarks again. Just record the process of this war impartially and objectively on the dossier handed to you."
"Impartially and objectively?"
The old mage asked gruffly.
That expression, that tone, seemed to have a slight hint of irony.
"Of course, impartially and objectively."
The High Order Bishop replied without expression.
"Even if the church emerges as the loser?"
The old mage added, with a somewhat provocative undertone.
The High Order Bishop glanced at him, showing no sign of being provoked:
"Lord Offnam, rest assured, my Lord... will not fail."
"But what if? Like the Holy Mania Empire, who would have thought a year ago that the whole empire would collapse just a year later? No... more precisely, who could have thought the entire empire would fall overnight before the Mania revolution?"
