Extraordinary in Reality Through Magic Games

379: Chapter 367 What is Faith, and the Path to Godhood?Naqi Palace.

The Main Hall.

Novak sat on the steps below the throne, his body wrapped in white bandages with only his eyes and mouth exposed, looking like a mummy from a distance.

An adjutant hurried through the main gate. He froze for a moment upon seeing the mummy before him, suppressed the urge to complain, and stepped forward, saying, ”Marshal, we have cleared all the rubble, but we still cannot find any trace of the faith artifact.”

He was feeling a bit of a mental breakdown, all because of Novak’s bandages.

After their initial search for the faith artifact proved fruitless, the adjutant had worried about his Marshal’s injuries and had first invited the church Divine Officials to help with treatment.

Who would have thought that after a brief examination, the Divine Official would state that Novak was not injured and there was no need to use Light Magic.

At that time, the adjutant was incredulous and questioned him, asking if he couldn’t see that the Marshal had been struck by lightning until he was as black as charcoal?

The Divine Official smiled and said that this didn’t even count as a superficial wound; Novak could recover just by circulating his own magic.

After saying that, he left without looking back.

The adjutant was hesitant, but the dazed Novak suddenly spoke up, saying that he was indeed very healthy.

Then why not treat it?

Uh, did the Marshal actually like this charcoal-black color?

Novak didn’t help clear up his confusion, instead lowering his head in deep thought.

The adjutant tried to persuade him a few times, but Novak remained silent. In frustration, he could only find someone to undress him and wrap him in white cloth—blood was constantly seeping out from the cracks in his skin. Although it wasn’t fatal, it wasn’t good to be bleeding while walking around.

The group returned to the palace. Novak sat in the main hall and continued his contemplation, while the adjutant led men to search the altar.

Hearing the adjutant’s voice, Novak finally raised his head, his vacant eyes gradually focusing. He seemed to be asking him, yet also asking himself: ”Can’t find it?

How is that possible? It clearly responded to me...”

”Uh, Marshal, who is ’it’?”

Novak finally snapped out of it: ”God.”

Marshal... what exactly happened after you activated the Magic Array?

The adjutant was puzzled by his disrespectful way of referring to the deity. He wanted to ask but didn’t dare, so he persuaded: ”Marshal, since it succeeded once, it will surely work next time.

Although the magic consumption of the Magic Array is enormous, we still have enough magic crystals to set it up again.”

”Idiot,” Novak couldn’t help but curse, then continued, ”It’s true that a faith artifact is no longer precious once it loses its function—otherwise, with the Naqi Kingdom’s strength, it would be impossible to keep it.

But it was once an artifact, after all. Do you really think it’s as common as bread in a roadside snack shop?”

Being scolded didn’t make the adjutant angry; he knew the Marshal was in a bad mood, so he lowered his head and stopped inviting trouble.

However, Novak couldn’t stop, muttering to himself: ”Damn it... damn it... what exactly is going on?

God should have agreed, otherwise it would have been impossible to activate the artifact with lightning, and I did indeed sense the artifact responding to me. But... why has it disappeared?”

Novak’s current mood could be described as a roller coaster of highs and lows.

Initially, he hadn’t held much hope for activating the artifact; after all, it had been a mere decoration for at least tens of thousands of years.

The idea of using the faith artifact was only because he considered that the deity might be satisfied with his strict adherence to the divine oracle to crusade against Lake and might generously unseal the artifact.

At first, things really did go that way.

When the artifact that had been dormant for tens of thousands of years opened its eyes, the excitement in Novak’s heart was beyond words. The Naqi Kingdom was about to obtain the trump card for humanity to climb to the peak of the continent.

Who would have known that after the thunder, the artifact would bizarrely vanish.

Novak had no idea how to face the current situation. He felt his mind was in a daze, as if he had just woken from a nightmare.