The greatest threat Netheril faces is the Lord of the End of All Things.

Do we have to give up the art of immortality for this?

But immortality is the foundation of Netheril. If you give up immortality, the empire will exist in name only.

Garen smiled slightly and said: "Don't forget that although Netheril does not believe in gods, behind it, there is also a powerful divine power that can make everyone prosper and suffer losses."

Iolum always wanted to rely on the power of the arcanist to deal with the God of Death.

But how is this possible?

Gallon looked at the long river of time and had already discovered a fact.

An empire in the material world without the protection of gods will sooner or later be destroyed by the gods.

This is the case for the Ancient Imasca Empire, and the same is true for the Nese Empire if there is no accidental interference.

However, the situation of the Nether Empire is rather special.

Even though most of their arcanists do not believe in the goddess of magic, the goddess of magic still attaches great importance to this empire.

Talking room.

A vast and sacred power came.

The elemental energy gathered and surged, turning into the elemental incarnation of the goddess of magic in the canyon of Garonne.

The eyes of Garen and Iolum were both attracted.

Looking at Iolum's time projection, the goddess of magic showed an elegant and dignified smile, and said softly: "Iolum, I watched with my own eyes as you led Nether to prosperity and glory step by step, letting the brilliance of magic shine brightly in this world.

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"If you are willing to accept my help, then the Nether Empire will be safe and sound."

"And its future will be even brighter and more brilliant."

Iolum looked at the incarnation of the goddess of magic who suddenly appeared, and his face wrinkled together.

In the history of the Nether Empire, there were times when a great arcanist was seriously injured and required the magic of a priest to heal. However, that great arcanist never entered the church of the gods until his death.

After this, arcanists created many healing spells.

From this we can see what attitude the Arcanists of Nether have towards gods.

However, the goddess of magic is the only deity respected by arcanists, and the Nether Empire is indeed unable to deal with the hostility of the God of Death on its own, so Iolum did not refuse directly, but frowned and thought deeply.

"Dear goddess of magic, you should know that ninety-nine percent of arcanists will not provide you with faith."

"We never believed in gods."

"A true arcanist only believes in his own power."

Iolum felt that the goddess of magic came out to gain Netheril's faith.

There's no way he could agree.

In response, the goddess of magic chuckled and said: "The prosperity of magic is the best feedback to me. As for faith, it is best to have it, but I will not force it if you don't have it."

He looked at Iolum and said softly: "Iolum, you don't need to resist my help."

"Because the Nether Empire is already under my protection."

"For example, the floating city can operate because it draws power from my magic network. The arcanist's spells are also based on the magic network I created and maintained... You can't deny my power.

It has long been integrated into every aspect of Netheril."

Enveloped by the divine light, the goddess of magic spoke softly.

"This empire grew and grew from you, but it is also my child, even though this child does not believe in me."

Hearing what the goddess of magic said, Iolum was slightly stunned and fell silent.

What the goddess of magic said is true.

Although the core of the magic network was created by an arcanist, its essence still draws on the power of the goddess of magic. To put it mildly, it can even be said to be stealing.

The floating city was able to take off because of the acquiescence of the goddess of magic.

If it were a god with a bad character, it would be possible to directly inflict divine punishment on Nether.

"All arcanists respect you for this."

After pondering and hesitating for a period of time, Iolum finally sighed and at the same time looked a little more relaxed and said: "Dear goddess of magic, I am willing to accept your help."

"And I promise you that in the future, every floating city will have a church of the Goddess of Magic."

"It's just that I won't ask any floating city to spread your teachings."

"Whether arcanists will believe in you only depends on their own will. I hope you can understand."

The goddess of magic is willing to provide protection to Nether, although she does not ask for it, but Iolum himself cannot ignore the kindness of a god.

Giving certain rewards is a must.

Over the years, Iolum, who had trouble sleeping and eating because of the hostility of the Lord of the End of All Things, gradually understood that Netheril, which had developed to such an extent, really needed the protection of a god.

In the final analysis, this endless world is under the rule of gods.

If one day, Netheril has the power to not be afraid of any gods, then he will be qualified and have the confidence to refuse the help of the gods. But before that, if he does not have enough power but thinks too high and scorns the power of the gods, that is

Stupid behavior.

"Good, I know you will make a wise choice."

The magic goddess smiled slightly and said.

Soon after, his elemental incarnation dispersed, Iolum also released the time projection, and the deep canyon returned to silence, with only the thunderous breath of the dragon echoing in it.

"Iolum has also changed a lot."

The silver dragon shook its tail and thought to himself.

With Iolum's previous arrogance, he would never accept any kindness from the gods.

But now, the arcanist knows that his power is actually quite weak, far from being comparable to the gods, and the arrogance deep in Iolum's heart has been reduced a lot.

Immediately, Garen raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes passed through many spaces and landed on the Silver Scale City.

City of Silver Scales, City Lord Mage Tower.

The door of this mage tower standing in the center of the floating city is tightly closed, and the power of magic is constantly rippling inside.

Karsus concentrated all his energy on researching magic that was difficult for outsiders to understand.

The long river of time flows quietly.

The war between the Phaylings and the Nether Empire continues.

However, the attack of the Felin Demon Sunflowers, which has always had the advantage, is not too fierce, even though the floating cities have begun to collapse under their magic absorption.

Therefore, although the arcanists of Netheril are under tremendous pressure, they can still persevere.

During this period, many great arcanists visited Karthus, but received no response from him.

This Light of Nether, which had performed outstandingly on the battlefield before, slowly faded out of the sight of the arcanists as time went by, and there was no longer any trace of it.

The originally bustling Silver Scale City gradually became deserted as people began to leave.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the stars move.

In this way, eight years passed.

In a foggy weather, the streets of Silverscale City were filled with a cool and quiet atmosphere. Only a few arcanists who had always believed that the light of Nether would not go out still lived there, and there were few people.

A low-ranking arcanist who always believed in Karsus went to the mage tower in the center of the city as usual.

The originally young arcanist has become mature and vicissitudes of life in eight years.

He looked at the still sealed door of the Mage Tower, sighed inaudibly, and turned to leave.

There wasn't much disappointment on his face.

After all, it has been eight years, and no one knows how long the light of Nether will remain silent, maybe forever.

Only, this time it's different.

The arcanist who had just turned around and had not taken two steps paused, and a look of unbelievable surprise appeared on his face.

He noticed the pulse of elemental energy.

This usually happens when a legendary spellcaster appears.

In today's Silverscale City, there is only one legendary spellcaster, the Light of Nether who was shining brightly eight years ago, and the youngest Grand Arcanist in the history of the empire, Karthus.

The arcanist turned his head suddenly.

The door to the mage tower is still closed.

However, as my eyes moved up the towering tower, in the hazy mist, I could vaguely see a tall and straight man standing in the open air on the top of the tower.

A mature face in his thirties, a calm temperament, and a pair of deep eyes that, although a little tired, are full of wisdom and seem to be able to see into the essence of all things...

These features come together to form what Karsus is today.
To be continued...