- Fantasy Lord: Start with Daily Intelligence
- FLDI Chapter 182
The enormous altar appeared at some unknown time, its massive chains sprawling and penetrating the surrounding earth veins. A vast, suffocating aura of blood and slaughter began to converge at the altar.
At the center of the altar stood a divine platform.
The Bloodthirsty Wolf Leader stood atop this platform.
“Great Anubis, I am your most loyal servant.”
“Your brilliance is as blinding as the sun, your divine power as vast as the ocean. I, your humble servant, offer the blood of thousands of living beings to awaken you.”
A low, guttural voice escaped the Bloodthirsty Wolf’s mouth, and his eyes had fully transformed into a deep blood-red.
At the same time, a brutal and ominous aura coiled around him, while strands of blood-red energy from the sky gathered toward his form.
In this intertwining of death and foreboding, the Bloodthirsty Wolf Leader seemed to be undergoing some subtle transformation.
But in this moment, he was unaware of the change.
All he knew was that he needed more blood—more sacrifices.
Only then could the mighty Anubis descend upon the mortal world.
“Continue filling it!”
“Great Anubis, more blood is needed!”
The raspy voice echoed again.
A sinister gleam flickered in the Bloodthirsty Wolf’s crimson eyes.
As darkness crept into his pupils, a shadowy black mist began to enshroud the altar.
“Anubis!”
“Anubis!”
With the spreading black fog, the Bloodthirsty Wolves surrounding the altar also experienced the same transformation. Their pupils darkened, blood-red hues mixing with the black, and slowly their eyes grew vacant as their bodies sank to the ground in submission.
They muttered ceaselessly, repeating the name of their god.
In their mutterings, the flesh on their bodies began to dissolve rapidly, transforming into threads of blood energy that flowed toward the altar.
Despite this terrifying spectacle, none of the Bloodthirsty Wolves seemed to notice anything wrong. Their blood-red aura became ever more ominous as they continued chanting the god’s name.
But as the first wave of Bloodthirsty Wolves reached this point, they began to feel something was wrong.
“Gualiwu!”
A strange syllable rang out, with one of the Bloodthirsty Wolves on the outskirts speaking in a frantic tone.
He gestured toward the inner circle of Bloodthirsty Wolves.
However…
“Pfft!”
A sharp, wet sound pierced the air as a wolf claw plunged through the chest of the panicked Bloodthirsty Wolf. In that moment, he felt his life ebb away.
With difficulty, he turned his head, only to see his father staring at him with empty, lifeless eyes. The hand that had pierced his heart was still extended toward him.
“Ghuaiwuli!”
The strange syllable was repeated, but his consciousness had already blurred.
This Bloodthirsty Wolf died in confusion, unaware of the events unfolding around him.
And he wasn’t alone. At this very moment, one after another of the once-alert Bloodthirsty Wolves were pierced by the very wolves they trusted the most. Their bodies melted into blood mist, flowing toward the altar.
The wolves that struck them, their eyes hollow and devoid of any emotion, dropped to their knees, bowing in the same trance-like manner as the others.
At first, the muttering was in the unique language of the Bloodthirsty Wolves. Gradually, it shifted to Titan language, and then further morphed into the common tongue of the continent.
The voices converged, and the surrounding blood energy seemed to acquire a sense of sentience.
The ominous atmosphere that spread from the altar seemed to step out of the realm of illusion into reality.
The black mist continued to spread, enveloping the entire altar.
Slowly, the bodies of the Bloodthirsty Wolves were consumed, dissolving into strange blood-energy forces that merged with the rising demonic energy.
“Boom!”
“Boom! Boom!”
A tremendous rumbling shook the entire Autumn Leaf Territory.
Strands of divine power began to form above the territory, outlining the laws of the gods.
This was the force of divinity beginning to imprint itself once again on the mortal realm.
Once these laws were fully inscribed, the gods would descend in their entirety.
This was not merely a reflection of divine power.
However, this was destined to be a lengthy process, not something that could be completed in a short time.
The blood-red and ominous auras spread, intertwining and growing stronger.
Above the heavens, the divine laws continued to be carved into the fabric of reality.
And the imprinting of these laws caused the entire world to tremble violently.
At this moment, the heavens and earth were virtually devoid of any divine laws except for that of the Goddess of Life. To inscribe the laws of another god forcibly was a process so intense that the shockwaves could be felt across the land.
Even those stationed at defensive points, like Thor and the others, could clearly sense it.
“What’s happening?”
“Why does it feel like the world itself is trembling?”
“Oh my God, what’s going on?”
“Dammit, could it be that more powerful beasts are arriving?”
On the battlefield, a series of human knights gasped in surprise, their faces filled with panic.
Even Brian couldn’t help but show a look of bewilderment.
Only Isabelle and Thor seemed to have figured it out. Their eyes turned to the distance in unison.
“Has it started?”
Thor whispered softly, his expression contemplative.
With daily reports at his disposal, Thor knew that today was the day the Bloodthirsty Wolves would trigger the Divine Awakening.
Given the immense disturbance in the air, Thor’s immediate reaction was to look toward that direction.
Isabelle had come to the same realization.
Unlike Thor, Isabelle wasn’t sure when the Divine Awakening would begin, but calculating the time, the current chaos could only be the result of it.
“Aisha, Joz, get ready!”
“It’s coming!”
Isabelle spoke, her gaze falling on her younger brother and sister.
“Understood!”
Aisha nodded quietly.
“Sister, should we inform Lord Thor?”
Joz hesitated for a moment, then turned to his sister with a question in his eyes.
“Let’s wait a bit longer.”
“Let’s first see if it’s truly the Divine Awakening. If it is, then we’ll bring him along.”
Isabelle thought for a moment before nodding.
After spending these days with Thor, she had come to see him in a new light and didn’t mind extending a favor.
“Sister!”
Aisha hesitated, her gaze lingering on her older sister.
“It’s not a big deal. The Great Knights on the northern defense line will all have opportunities later. We’re just informing him a bit early.”
Isabelle gently explained.
Aisha nodded in understanding and didn’t press further.
Meanwhile, Thor breathed a sigh of relief. If the Divine Awakening hadn’t started yet, he would have started questioning whether the daily reports were wrong.
Thankfully, everything was progressing according to the intelligence he had received.
“Raine, this should be the last wave of the beasts.”
“Finish them quickly.”
Thor spoke and gave the order.
“Understood!”
Raine nodded and immediately responded.
The two of them launched into battle, cutting down the remaining beasts with the formal knights.
In the midst of the battle, Thor pondered for a moment and then moved toward Brian.
“Boom!”
A lance pierced through the chest of a second-tier beast with ease, and Thor approached.
“Thor?”
Brian froze for a moment, looking at Thor’s sudden arrival.
“Brother, finish off these beasts quickly. This should be the last batch.”
“There are more important matters ahead, we can’t afford any more delays.”
Thor spoke gently, as he met Brian’s confused gaze.
“The last batch?”
“Alright!”
“I understand.”
Brian was still puzzled, but he nodded and agreed without asking further.
Over the course of this period, Thor had proven himself worthy of trust.
When Thor gave an order, Brian knew there was no need for hesitation—he simply needed to follow through.
With a wave of his hand, a signal was raised.
The moment the signal appeared, the magic crystal cannons that had previously gone dark flared to life once more. Simultaneously, batches of knights surged out from behind the battlements.
These were the members of the knight order who had been resting and recovering from previous injuries.
With Thor’s command, Brian had mobilized them all.
As the knights who had been recovering burst forth, the magic crystal cannons fired again, this time targeting the rear of the approaching orc tribes—the ones still a distance away from the frontlines.
Normally, to avoid waste and accidental harm, the magic crystal cannons wouldn’t be used again once the forces had already clashed.
However, given the urgency to eliminate the orcs quickly, the cannons were brought back into action.
“Boom!”
“Boom! Boom!”
The ground shook with an immense roar.
The defensive line soon became a slaughterhouse.
The three members of the Anubis family, along with Thor and Brian, held nothing back.
The orcs, once crowded and relentless, began to rapidly dwindle in number.
At this rate, it might take no more than three or four hours to completely clear the area.
Meanwhile, other defense points were experiencing similar scenes.
However, compared to the defensive line where Brian was stationed, some other locations were facing greater challenges. Even if their forces were just as strong, or even stronger, the coordination wasn’t as perfect.
And with so many orcs attacking, the massacre was inevitably slower.
This had caused a sense of urgency among the noble heirs, who could feel the pressure mounting.
But clearly, the vast number of orc tribes scattered across the land couldn’t be dealt with in haste.
On top of that, the Bloodthirsty Wolves had used divine power to infect the orc homeland, the mighty river Elifagal, with corruption.
As a result, the southeastern region of the orc tribes had been almost entirely tainted, and these tribes were now gathering at the center.
Not only was a complete extermination impossible, but many defense points had barely held their ground.
If not for the top-tier defensive magic arrays, the lines would likely have been broken by now.
Even with reinforcements on the way, most locations were still barely holding on.
Forget about wiping out the orcs entirely.
Battles broke out one after another.
The carnage spread, with powerful life-force and blood energy clashing in every skirmish.
Above the skies, fifth-tier orcs appeared, and human Holy Knights joined the fray as well.
Although there was only one, the Holy Knight was enough to handle four or five fifth-tier orcs, each of whom had nearly lost all semblance of reason.
And amid this chaotic battle, the endless tide of blood energy and ominous aura surged toward the center.
It began to form into threads of pure primal energy, etching itself into the magical arrays.
Time passed slowly.
An hour.
Two hours.
Three hours.
Until the evening twilight painted the sky.
From a distance, the altar was almost entirely shrouded in darkness, the black mist consuming most of the heavens.
Even from afar, the ominous aura was now so intense it could be felt clearly, no matter the distance.
In that moment, anyone who wasn’t blind could sense that something extraordinary was happening.
Suddenly, cries of alarm rang out from various places.
However, amidst the chaos, at the very heart of Autumn Leaf Territory, several figures stood in the void, their gazes fixed on the central point.
Their expressions were calm, with no visible signs of alarm.
After a moment, a low, rasping voice spoke.
“Anubis, the god of the desert, son of Set and his wife Nephthys, is the ruler of the Nine Halls of the Dead. He is also the god who guides souls to the afterlife. As one of the lower-tier gods of death, he is no ordinary deity.”
“Everyone, be cautious. If the god truly descends, our family might very well be doomed.”
The voice belonged to one of the elderly women present.
“Don’t worry. He’s just a lower-tier god. No matter how extraordinary he is, he is still a lower-tier god. The projection of his power will at most reach the Saint-tier level. With our ten Saint-tier warriors, surely we have nothing to fear.”
As the old woman spoke, another elderly man laughed lightly, dismissing her concerns.
“Old fool, I must remind you—if Anubis truly descends, the younger generation you brought here will be left behind.”
“And don’t forget, the Pact of the Gods.”
The old woman shot a sharp look at the man who had spoken, her eyes narrowing as her voice grew cold.
To be honest, she hadn’t agreed with this plan from the start.
The potential rewards of success were immense, but the risks were equally high.
If the god really descended, the consequences were unimaginable.
Although it was theoretically only a lower-tier god, even such a god’s descent would not be easy to handle.
Once things went wrong, the consequences could be disastrous.
But the other two, including the royal representatives, had all agreed, and so she had no choice but to go along with it.
(End of Chapter)