The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 934: Volume 30 The Emergence of the Empire - 5 Inscrutable

Chapter 934: Volume 30 The Emergence of the Empire Chapter 5 Inscrutable

Good things do not necessarily have to be possessed, and good things are not always the most suitable for oneself, Komer understood this clearly.

He did not want to fall out with Pericles Church over this sheepskin scroll, especially since it was the withdrawal of the Thunderhorse Knights in the battle of Plovdiv that had led to his complete victory; otherwise, even if he had used all his resources, the outcome might not have been favorable.

The valuable contents of this scroll, such as magic spells, techniques for enhancing magical power, and combat experience, needed to be copied and preserved. Even the blurred patterns that resembled water stains would not be overlooked by Komer, as they might prove useful someday, and he would not want to regret it then.

This task could perfectly be entrusted to Finitz, this Forest Elf naturally had a special gift for handling ordinary trifles, and the sheepskin scroll had been made by a technique of magical lamination. If it really needed to be recreated by hand, it would be extremely complicated, but as a Forest Elf, Finitz had a natural sensitivity to wood and wood-like materials. By using special wooden materials for duplication, the magical lamination’s text and patterns could be transferred onto wooden panels.

Of course, it would consume a considerable amount of mana and also easily damage the sheepskin scroll, but Komer trusted Finitz’s capabilities, as she had completed such tasks more than once before.

After making his decision, Komer felt much calmer. He needed some time to reflect on himself, and he also needed quite some time to assimilate all that he had accumulated over such a long period.

Rebry was right, he seemed indeed to have been too immersed in worldly matters, somewhat neglecting his own fundamental cultivation, which was the basis of his being. If it were not for his fundamental cultivation, he could not possibly have grown so rapidly. This extraordinary expansion was largely built on his possessing a fundamental power superior to that of other lords.

Without the Dark Origin, Xerob and others would not have submitted to him so readily, and Uma would not have accepted him, not to mention individuals like Mihailovich, Newman, and Vladimir Koff. Without these most basic powers of his, whether it be the Half-Beastmen or the Barbarians, it seemed unlikely they would submit to his strength. For these tribes, rooted in power, possessing formidable power, especially one that instills fear, is the most direct approach. They would willingly serve a conqueror only upon realizing that the conqueror possesses much greater strength than themselves, a principle starkly different from the traditional norms followed by humans.

Just as the Caucasus is the foundation of his reign, the barbarian martial power is the basis of his military strength; his own fundamental power is the very basis of his strength, and yet he had precisely neglected the cultivation of this fundamental power for so long.

With so many resources at his disposal, like the sheepskin scroll in his hands, and the rich collection of books from Damarlinsk Castle, many of which could be considered unique secret texts, he hardly had time to thoroughly read through them. Mostly, he skimmed over them superficially, whereas these books could perhaps be considered the ultimate dream for Dark Mages.

For someone like him, who possessed the Dark Origin Force, having access to so many resources meant that many magical practices would yield twice the result with half the effort, and the Eye of Darkness in Damarlinsk Castle could significantly enhance his mana, a unique advantage he seemed to have completely overlooked, as his time residing in Damarlinsk Castle was barely countable on fingers.

Looking at Bear’s performance over this period, his performance in the battle against Marco and in Plovdiv showed almost no improvement, which, theoretically, after the ordeal of the battle against Marco, should have been an extremely rare opportunity for any trialist, but Bear’s progress had not lived up to expectations. It was not that Bear lacked inherent quality, but rather that he had neglected Bear’s training and development.

What exactly did he aim to pursue? This question seemed to have emerged again in Komer’s mind. In fact, Rebry had quite subtly reminded Komer already, although Komer initially thought Rebry had only wanted him to find a suitable balance between secular and religious powers. Now, it appeared that he indeed needed to clarify a more primary goal.

Secular power? It seemed he had already reached the pinnacle, and to go further would mean either advancing onto Kodilla Wilderness or Mogan Wilderness or challenging the entire Northern Alliance, neither of which seemed feasible at the moment.

So, religious beliefs? The Dark Lineage couldn’t wait to display its power in its own territory. A large group of dark monks began entering the Caucasus, even openly competing with the old Church of Light by building a dark church directly opposite the Light Church. Wasn’t this an open provocation? Meanwhile, the Salvation Society was consolidating its inherent strength while also voraciously undermining the Church of Light. They could no longer contain themselves; perhaps they believed they could now openly state their opinions. Komer really wanted to ask the Salvation Society one question, "Are you truly prepared?"

The complete withdrawal of St. Vasily Church’s influence marked a relatively difficult period for the Church of Light. But looking at the performance of Pericles Church, Komer was clear that the Church of Light would not so easily withdraw from the stage that rightly belonged to them. A temporary retreat was for a more glorious comeback. Whether it was Frenster, Vazinsky, or the inscrutable Julius II, thinking about the warning Rebry had given him, Komer shivered; it was not all so simple to end.

Komer felt somewhat lost, life without a goal seemed like a rudderless ship. What exactly was his goal now? Philip was no longer worth mentioning, Tracy had gone to Flanders, away from Nicosia, which now seemed already in his hands. So what should he do next? Perhaps the only driving force left was to have a confrontation with the Church of Light.

Thinking this, Komer’s somewhat empty heart felt a bit steadier. Fighting with the Church of Light, what a joy it was, especially when he thought about how the Religious Court had once conspired to cast him into a spatial rift. If he couldn’t return this favor to them, Komer would really feel too defeated.

However, to completely bring down the Religious Court was not so easy. Perhaps the Church of Light was still internally divided and undercutting each other, but would they just stand by when their foundational position was truly threatened? Komer believed the people of the Church of Light were not so foolish.

Frenster had already cleverly become the greatest power within the Church of Light. Even Julius II wouldn’t easily shake his position. Recalling his somewhat obscure relationship with the Beastmen, Komer realized that the archbishop of Pericles Church, who repeatedly claimed to have no interest in Nicosia, was likely to be his greatest enemy in the future.

Interesting, truly interesting, Komer mused with interest. Knowing the other party would be his greatest enemy, yet now he had to return something that might strengthen him considerably. This exchange seemed akin to selling the noose that would hang him to the executioner. He always felt a chilling sensation on his neck, but without this feeling, wouldn’t the challenge be too bland?

While Komer was pondering how his opponent might come at him, Frenster was also busily engaging with a Soul Ring in his hands.

"Deneby, why do you think the West Fan Palace showed no reaction after losing these items? If His Holiness the Pope truly wanted to retrieve them, it would be effortless. His Holiness the Pope has not gone into seclusion, so why would they let things slide?"

"Sir Archbishop, the mind of His Holiness is not something ordinary people can predict. The Soul Ring is a treasure our church has handed down for hundreds of years, and those Sheepskin Scrolls, closely guarded in the West Fan Palace for so many years, His Holiness has never invited anyone to view them. Why then is he indifferent to their loss?" Deneby was also full of doubts, "Could this Soul Ring be••••••?"

"Deneby, do you also lack confidence in your own judgment? This Soul Ring is unquestionably authentic. I can feel the souls roaring inside it, the vengeful spirits howling, though that’s all they can do," Frenster shook his head, "Listening to those dark undead howls is really delightful. Deneby, would you like to feel it?"

Deneby shook his head. He was self-aware enough to know that those spirits trapped in the Soul Ring were vengeful kings of many years. If not handled properly, their howls would only cause him harm.

"The Soul Ring, the Sheepskin Scrolls, I really want to immediately see what interesting things are described in the Scrolls. I have been looking forward to this day for a long time." Frenster’s face beamed with joy, but his gaze seemed to fly through all the obstacles before him to a distant place, a thought never uttered aloud but silently recited in his heart, "Without reading the Sheepskin Scrolls, how can one talk of greatness? Greatness, oh greatness, why can’t I see through this?"

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