Original God's Dark Priest

Chapter 906 The Captain's Choice

"After the large-scale reconstruction, you will disappear completely, and the Nata rules established in the Kingdom of Night will also cease to exist."

Memories and legends recorded in the old ley lines will also disappear, and the Nata people will face many mental problems, such as amnesia, memory disorder, and cognitive impairment...

"This is just as unacceptable a price to pay as using the heart of God, weaving a web with soul and memory," Mavica stated, explaining her reason for refusing.

The captain frowned. He had been pondering this since earlier. If Mavica gave the order and Night God carried it out, then the costs that he had to consider would no longer exist. This should be the safest solution.

He looked at Saffir, who shook her head slightly. When the Night God uttered the word "Lord," she understood that she had lost her objective position in this game.

The Night God still acknowledges her as his master, so she... cannot just watch her die.

However, the current situation is that, as the executor of the Fatui, she has to maintain a delicate common ground with the captain.

She was conflicted and helpless. If she asked herself honestly, she agreed with Mavica's point of view, not for any other reason than that the Night God in front of her could still live.

Seeing that Saffir remained silent, the captain understood her meaning. He stepped forward and said, "The continuation of life is above all the costs you mentioned. Once the abyss goes out of control, all that will be left are corpses and ruins."

"What will happen then? What will the Nata people do when the new ley lines are invaded by the Abyss again? What weapons will they have left?" Mavica wasn't in a hurry. She had already prepared this argument. Knowing that she and the captain would eventually have a debate, she had already figured out how to persuade him.

Mavica laid everything out in the open, explaining in detail: "How long can a land no longer protected by the God of Night and the rules last?"

"Take it one day at a time. If you can't get through the present, you have no right to think about the future."

"Do you have to wait until there are large-scale sacrifices before you understand this principle?" The captain didn't really know what to do either. Now there was a path in front of him, and he had to take it.

Saffir lowered his eyes slightly as he watched the two men stand their ground.

Ying leaned closer to her and whispered, "What do you think?"

“Mavika wants to solve the problem once and for all, which the captain thinks is a pipe dream. The captain wants to seize every opportunity, even at the cost of the future, which Mavika thinks is like drinking poison to quench thirst.”

Neither of them was wrong, but both of their methods had drawbacks. Saffir offered his assessment, making no attempt to hide it from the captain and Mavica.

Ying stroked her chin: "Why is the captain so pessimistic?"

“Because what he’s talking about is something he personally experienced and witnessed—something that really happened.” Saffir sighed, walked to the Secret Source Mechanism, and sat down.

The captain carries a scar in his heart, a scar named Kanria: "Yes, I am a survivor of Kanria. I have witnessed firsthand the fear and despair brought by the abyss."

After they finished speaking, everyone present was astonished.

Paimon exclaimed in surprise, somewhat incredulous: "Kanria?"

"Yes, my family, my hometown, my comrades and compatriots, all disappeared forever in the invasion of the abyss."

This excruciating pain, even after five hundred years, remains as vivid as yesterday. You, Mavica, who have had a similar experience, surely know what I'm talking about. The captain knew Mavica came from five hundred years ago, precisely when Kanria was destroyed.

Mavica closed her eyes, and scenes from the past flashed through her mind as if they had happened yesterday: "Yes, it was incredibly painful, filled with regret, and even now I still see scenes of calamity raging in my dreams..."

"If I could go back to that time, I wouldn't harbor any illusions. I would do whatever it takes to ensure their... survival." The captain clenched his fist tightly. "Now that choice is before us, why not make it!"

“Because we don’t have the right to make this decision.” Mavica’s tone hardened. Although she wanted to persuade the captain, it didn’t mean she would back down. She had to let the captain know her determination with stern words.

She wanted the captain to understand, not just Kanria, but also Saffir to know, that she was worthy of her trust.

Taking a deep breath and slowly exhaling, Mavica calmed herself down and continued, "We love this world so much because it records our happiness and emotions, and shapes our thoughts and will."

Abandoning memory and history is tantamount to rewriting everyone's understanding; they will become completely different people, merely using the same body.

"But time will also shape new civilizations. If you believe in humanity, you should believe that they can create new prosperity." The captain had actually agreed with Mavica's words, but still wanted to put up a stubborn resistance.

Mavica shrugged, a helpless expression on her face: "It's possible that the same thing will happen again, and the abyss will strike once more, making everything meaningless."

Suddenly, Saffir spoke up: "But Captain, we... we don't have time."

The captain was startled, and everyone turned to look at the girl who had been sitting silently on the secret source mechanism.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Saffir jumped off the machine, dusted himself off, and continued, "We don't have that much time. We can't wait for time to create a new civilization and face this almost invincible enemy again with confusion and fear."

The threat of the Abyss has never gone away. Teyvat has long been weakened by the Abyss's corruption, and Nata, who possesses the Holy Night Pilgrimage of the Returning Fire, has only managed to hold on for a few years under the endless black tide of the Abyss.

On what basis do we believe that a new civilization, having lost all its memories and historical heritage, is capable of shouldering this heavy responsibility?

Memory is existence, history is inheritance. Nata who loses itself, loses its inheritance, loses everything, will no longer be Nata. And how will the people here resist the next wave of abyss invasion after reconstructing the ley lines?

Don't think that reconstructing the ley lines will make you safe and sound. Look...

She reached out her hand, activating the Seven Transformations of the Serpent. The strange energy composed of the power of the Void Realm combined to form a brand new skill: Omniscient Sufres.

The misty fog slowly dissipated, forming a tattered painting. In the painting, one could vaguely see Nata not long after, but there was no human figure in it, only abyssal monsters raging everywhere and ruins.

Saffir gently brushed his right hand across the scroll, and time within the scroll began to rewind. Everyone saw that the ley lines were reconstructed, the abyss disappeared, and Nata appeared to be safe.

But the good times lasted only a few decades before the abyss launched an unstoppable counterattack. This time, no heroes appeared, and the people of Nata were almost powerless against the black tide, collapsing at the slightest touch. Nata was utterly destroyed.

“That’s…Grandma?” Orlan spotted a familiar figure.

The Sitralli in the painting still looks like that proud girl, but she has lost her ancient name and all her power. All she can use is the elemental power that she seems to have been born with.

When the abyss black tide surged, she led her people to the place where the black tide appeared, and then stood firmly in its way.

Unfortunately, they were unable to stop the abyss for even a second.

It was swallowed up in an instant and disappeared without a trace.

“This intensity is even greater than it was five hundred years ago,” Mavica exclaimed in shock.

Saffir gazed calmly at the contents of the scroll. She could see a figure in the dark mist, a giant tens of meters long, resembling someone clad in heavy armor.

"Bai Si... has he come here following the scent left by Ogri, riding the black tide..." Saffir murmured to himself.

The captain stared blankly at the contents of the scroll, unconsciously taking a step back: "How could this be..."

"Look, surrender means destruction. It's like drinking poison to quench thirst, but what you drink is a deadly poison that kills you instantly. Captain, the new ley lines won't even last a hundred years. This path is blocked." With a wave of her hand, the scroll disappeared, and at the same time, her face turned deathly pale.

Sulfuras is the god of prophecy in the Faerûn pantheon, in charge of prophecy, fate, and truth, and had a brief encounter with Philigs.

At that time, He gave Philigs a prophecy: The Lord of the End, the Holy Lord who brings destruction, the ungodly God, the one who intertwines holiness and sin, the lost lamb, those trapped by their loved ones will also be saved by their blood relatives, the end of the long journey will be a desolate wasteland, grasp that glimmer of life, and perhaps you will reach that ocean of blooming glass flowers, all of which will be choices, stay in the sea of ​​flowers or go into the endless darkness...

She was a genius of foresight, and her unique spiritual power was so great that even Saphir's rough imitation using divine name skills was extremely difficult. However, she had already exhausted almost all her energy in just a hundred years of prophecy, which made her somewhat discouraged.

It is important to know that Safras knew Philigs's past and future, even spanning tens of thousands of years, just by looking at her once. He foresaw her current situation and future developments and choices.

"As expected, I'm not cut out for this. I'd better not get involved in this kind of thing."

Saffir decided that he would never touch that damn skill again.

Orlan looked at the captain, then at Vulcan: "I think we have no way out now. Admittedly, before today, I thought I was the one everyone wanted, and that made me restless. I thought my mission was to use my life to bring a peaceful and prosperous environment to the people of Nata."

I was willing to give my life for this, because in my view it was the best course of action, but now I realize I was wrong.

On my deathbed, the people and events in my memory rekindled my strong desire. I had received so much kindness from so many people, and I could not accept forgetting everything, or even abandoning the mission I had to dedicate myself to.

"So, Captain, even without Lady Shadow's prophecy, I still stand by my point of view: whether it's the road ahead or the way back, there's always a place we should go. If we get lost in the same place, I will lose my purpose."

Xinoning also stepped forward: "That's right, we already know the consequences, so now we have no choice. The heroes of Nata have demonstrated their will to fight against the abyss with their lives. The sacrifice of each generation is a blessing for the next generation."

All of this is valuable, and it's our only weapon against the abyss. In my view, this is the only path to victory, and I refuse to give up.

"Captain, is it better to give up everything and live a muddled, miserable life for decades, or to rise up in the face of adversity and fight one last time with all your might? The answer shouldn't be hard to give, right?" Saffir said weakly, supported by Ying.

Yagami then spoke up, saying, "The power I just gained will keep me conscious for a while. I'll always be here and ready at any time."

Even if you fail again, as long as someone can return to me alive, the current method is still feasible. At worst, you still have a few decades left, your last few decades.

I don't want to be pessimistic. After all, my former lord once said that humanity is a race that even she couldn't help but admire. They are skilled in the art of miracles and, when they are at their wits' end, they can play a hymn of courage.

And now, in my eyes, each and every one of you shines like the sun.

"After all that, you still can't let go of this land and the people who walk on it, can you?" Saffir forced a weak smile and teased.

Yagami did not deny it, and she smiled faintly, "And you, aren't you the same?"

The captain looked at everyone present and finally looked at Mavica.

Mavica was also looking at him and said, "I think you must have a deep connection with this land to have such a strong desire to save it."

What do you want to protect—the land or the people?

The captain remained silent. What he wanted to protect was not the land, nor the people; he simply did not want to experience the despair of his homeland's destruction again.

Kanria perished. At that time, he was ordered to come to Nata to help the people fight against the Abyss. In the end, he survived, but lost countless comrades and his homeland.

He has no home, so Nata is his second home. Now, Nata is facing the same threat, and he cannot stand idly by. He wants to protect it, not because of which country it is, but because he is... protecting the last glimmer of light in his heart.

As long as this country where he fought alongside his comrades still exists, he knows clearly that he is still alive, he understands that his existence still has meaning, and his perseverance is not just a lonely act of courage in the darkest night.

The captain looked at Ying and Saffir. This man, who had been tough for five hundred years, was still confused. Even when faced with a question whose answer he already knew, he still wanted to confirm it one last time.

Saffir understood his gaze, but instead of answering directly, he whispered something in Ying's ear.

Ying nodded, looking back at the captain with a determined gaze, and said, "We've always been in agreement. We want to win. And we want to keep winning. What about you?"

Saffir raised his left hand and spread his five fingers: "One short, the final push."

Hearing this, the captain finally nodded, completely convinced: "Alright."