Starting from raising the Kraken in the clouds

Chapter 12 Silver Temple
"The waves and the storm seem to have stopped, Master Mist! Are you okay? As a saint of the temple, if something happens to you, I really don't know how to atone for your sins! How can you take such risks~"

The owner of the merchant ship finally stumbled out of the cabin at this moment.

Mist looked at the potbellied captain, looking slightly tired, but he waved his hand.

"Your Excellency Victor, it's okay with me. As a member of the Silver Temple, it's your duty to protect the people of the empire."

"Besides, I advise Sir Victor to take shelter in the cabin first. I think the matter is far from over!"

Mist stood up. Although he looked tired, his eyes were already looking towards the sea in the distance.

"Ah! It's not over yet!!!"

"How is this possible? Is it possible that all this is caused by the legendary alien race in the deep sea?"

Although Victor is not a noble, he is a distant relative of a viscount, and he knows more secrets about the world than ordinary people.

"Abyssal alien race?"

Victor looked wavering, but finally shook his head and said solemnly.

"It's hard to say anything now, but the day of prophecy is indeed not far away in this era."

"When the stars return to their positions, the gods return~"

"After all, a thousand years have passed since the Thousand-Year Holy War. Before the Evil God breaks through the seals of the gods, the Evil God's descendants and dependents will definitely return from different dimensions in advance to create chaos."

"Such turmoil has already occurred in two places on the continent at this time, so it is nothing new."

"Fortunately, the cracks in the two different dimensions have been resealed by the Silver Temple with holy relics."

"However, this is the sea. If there are deep-sea aliens that break through the seal of another dimension and open the cracks in the material interface, it may be difficult for the countries on the mainland to maintain relative stability."

"But, for now, I haven't felt the unique aura of another dimension. However, for such a powerful and strange celestial phenomenon, I can only guess three possibilities."

"[-]. There are marine creatures on the seabed here that were accidentally contaminated by relics that were powerfully contaminated by the evil god. They became sea monsters, which are the tentacles of the evil god in the world, which can cause such powerful phenomena that are similar to miracles."

"Two. There are marine creatures on the seabed here that have obtained powerful holy relics from human gods like us. Their compatibility is consistent, and thus they have successfully become another powerful sea beast god's attendant for us righteous gods in the world."

"Third, the descendants and dependents of the Evil God of the Deep Sea successfully broke through the rift of another dimension and returned to the world. The reason why I don't feel the breath of another dimension at the moment is probably because these evil god's tentacles have come up with a way to block the breath of another dimension."

Mist directly stated all his guesses without any concealment. He didn't care about the frightened ship owner who was standing there and immediately jumped to the seven or eight meter high observation tower on the sailboat.

Originally, Mist actually didn't want to pay attention to the vision here. After all, as a saint of the Silver Temple, his first thought was to protect the people of the empire on this merchant ship and return to the empire's territory safely.

But now, he no longer cares about that much.

Such terrifying celestial changes and elemental commotion will directly threaten the security of the entire continent if it is not clear whether the descendants of the evil god or the dependents have returned.

Mortals in this world will still need time, at least until the day when the human gods return.

For this reason, the sacrifices of individuals and a few people are really not that important in Mist's eyes.

Standing on the watchtower, Mist looked out over the sea.

Looking at the sea and sky, the turbulent sea has slowly calmed down, and the original strong wind and lightning have also stopped.

Now only the thick dark clouds have not dispersed, and the deep-sea whirlpool not far from the sea level that seemed very scary before has gradually disappeared.

Mist looked at everything now and closed his eyes slightly.

"There is no aura polluted by evil gods."

"It's just like the breath of a different dimension. No, there is an unprecedented space wave breath near the sea and sky~"

"Under the sea. The undersea spiritual vision cannot be seen clearly, and the holy power cannot be felt. The elemental riot here is still too much. Alas~ my power is still too weak after all."

Mist opened his eyes again, his brows looking even more tired.

As a saint of the Silver Temple, he appears to be very noble in front of the nobles of various countries and even the royal family, but compared to other saints of the Silver Temple, he is still too weak.The saints in the Silver Temple are hierarchical.

According to the compatibility with the holy relics, saints holding different holy relics are of course divided into strong and weak ones.

In the mortal world after Ragnarok, the path of extraordinary cultivation for mortals has actually been cut off long ago.

But this world has not abandoned mortals after all, because in the world after the twilight of the gods, the gods still have many items left in the mortal world that retain powerful divine power.

These items are the so-called holy relics. Of course, the so-called evil gods also left behind them, and these are called pollutants.

In short, mortals have an extremely rare chance of reaching a sacred contract with a holy relic through their compatibility with the holy relic.

Once there is a holy contract, mortals will have extraordinary power in an instant.

And such people are saints.

This extraordinary power will accompany the saint's continuous meditation and connect with the holy relics to continuously change or even enhance the saint's extraordinary power.

But in the final analysis, the source of the power of these saints comes from the holy relics.

The holy relics themselves also have strengths and weaknesses.

Therefore, even if the saint and his holy relic are 100% compatible, the upper limit is limited to the level of effectiveness that the holy relic itself can exert.

The levels of holy relics are divided into: low level, middle level, high level and holy level.

The saints of the Silver Temple are also divided into four different levels.

Although Mist is not a low-level saint, he is only a mid-level saint.

There are at least hundreds of saints like him in the Silver Temple, not counting the missionaries and nuns within the churches of various countries.

As for the so-called Silver Temple, it actually does not belong to any church or even country.

The Silver Temple was a joint international organization led by the Pars Empire and the Dawn Church in the western part of the continent about 300 years ago.

The Silver Temple is independent of the administrative systems of major churches and countries, and its responsible functions are also very clear.

In short, the only thing to do is to deal with the killings related to alien races, evil gods, and pollutant monsters.

For this reason, the Silver Temple has always been a relatively special group on the mainland.

They have great power, but are relatively subject to the supervision of various countries and major churches.

Mist is in such an organization, and his holy relic is not special, just a gold and silver thin sword.

The rapier is a mid-level holy relic, said to be owned by a great hero who served the gods before the Thousand-Year Holy War.

Its last owner died in a heretical pollution incident more than 30 years ago.

Stroking the thin sword on his waist, Mist looked far away at the suddenly silent sea. His eyes looked extremely complicated at this moment.

"Old man, it seems that we have to fight side by side again today. I just hope this is not our last time fighting side by side~"

The thin sword trembled slightly, making a crisp metallic trembling sound as if in response.

Seeing this, Mist suddenly smiled and drew out his rapier. He stared at the sea and jumped off the watchtower without fear.

His figure fell towards the sea, but when his figure was about to fall into the sea, the next moment, a powerful air current suddenly erupted under his feet.

Then, his figure suddenly stagnated in the air, and finally slowly descended and touched his feet on the sea.

At this moment, colorless ripples were already rippling on the sea under his feet, so he stepped on the rippled water so steadily, feeling so magical and unrestrained.

(End of this chapter)