章節 49: Divine mission

Carter sped off, leaving the massive sun behind as he made his way back to his palace. The vast expanse of space zipped by as his mind raced with thoughts of what lay ahead. As he flew, the system chimed in, offering a new suggestion.

Since the host has no intention of destroying the planets in this solar system, it is recommended that the host sends some of his followers to each planet to spread the Primordial God's religion. This will allow the host to continuously produce C energy. However, since the planets are not the host's creations, the Saints will have limited abilities there. But as the host's faith grows on those planets, the host will gain more control over them, and the C energy gained will increase.

Carter slowed down slightly, considering the system's advice. "Not a bad idea... I could establish a foothold in this system without needing to destroy anything, and I can grow stronger just by letting my followers do the work."

His mind whirred with possibilities. Not only would he gain C energy from the faith of those on the planets, but with time, he'd have control over more celestial bodies. "I'll need to choose the right Saints for this mission," he muttered to himself as he zoomed toward his palace, already formulating a plan.

A couple of years passed, and Carter finally returned to his palace above his planet. The dark void of space stretched out endlessly around him as he stood on the observation deck, gazing at his creation below. His mind, however, was focused on something far more significant. It was time to expand his reach across the stars.

He called upon the system for assistance. "System, I need the best candidates for this mission. Who among my followers is fit to spread my faith to the planets I've discovered?"

The system's voice echoed in his mind, calculating the options. Scanning potential candidates…

A brief moment passed before the system responded. The following Saints are recommended:

Nyth race: Saint Lorna, powerful and relentless.Qorveth race: Saint Zhala, skilled with earth and survival.Vorasis race: Saint Rorak, unmatched in strategy and combat.Trekan race: Saint Drenok, fiercely loyal with strong leadership skills.Xlydra race: Saint Jirak, agile and cunning.

Carter smirked, satisfied with the diversity and strength of the chosen. "Perfect. These five will do nicely."

He raised his hand, energy crackling around his fingertips as he prepared to summon them. His voice, filled with authority, resonated across the vastness of his domain.

"Come forth, my chosen Saints. Your god calls upon you to fulfill a greater destiny!"

The atmosphere around the palace began to shift violently. The sky above his planet darkened as energy surged. Light flashed like lightning, and a deafening roar shook the cosmos. The space around Carter rippled, bending reality itself as he reached out across vast distances to summon the chosen Saints.

Everything fell silent for a moment, the stillness before the storm. Then, in an instant, the space around him exploded with raw power as the Saints were ripped from their respective locations, hurtling toward the palace.

As the summoned Saints arrived, they were ripped from their familiar surroundings and instantly transported to a place of unimaginable grandeur. Each one landed with a gasp, their eyes widening in awe as they looked around. Before them was the legendary palace, the home of the Primordial God himself — a place spoken of only in sacred texts, a place they had never thought they would see in their lifetimes.

The floor beneath their feet was made of a smooth, black stone that shimmered with the light of distant stars. Massive pillars stretched upward, carved with celestial symbols that pulsed faintly with ancient power. Above them, the sky was a void of stars, galaxies swirling slowly, as if the very universe revolved around this hallowed palace.

"This… this is it," Saint Lorna whispered, her usually unflinching demeanor giving way to pure astonishment. "The home of the Primordial God... just as the scriptures described."

Saint Zhala stepped forward, her sharp, blue eyes scanning the ornate surroundings with wonder. "I never imagined it was real," she said, her voice filled with reverence.

The others were just as speechless, looking up at the towering spires and endless expanse around them. They felt the weight of divinity pressing down upon them, the palpable power that radiated from this place.

Then, in the center of it all, they saw him.

Floating above them was Carter, the Primordial God they had dedicated their lives to serving. His form was that of a dark human figure, a silhouette against the cosmos itself. His white and gold robes shimmered with a brilliance that defied description, flowing like liquid light. But what truly left them in awe were the six wings that extended from his back, each one radiating an ethereal glow, their feathers shimmering like the stars themselves.

He hovered effortlessly in the air, his presence immense and commanding, yet there was an almost peaceful stillness to him. His dark figure was a contrast to the light of the palace, but it was this duality that made him appear even more divine — the embodiment of balance between creation and destruction.

The Saints stood frozen, unable to speak, their hearts pounding in their chests. They were in the presence of the one they had worshipped for their entire lives, the one whose power they had only tasted as Saints.

Carter's gaze swept over them, his voice echoing through the grand halls. "Welcome, my chosen. You stand before me in the place where stars are born, where worlds are shaped. You are here because I have a mission for you, one that will expand my dominion across the cosmos."

The Saints fell to their knees in reverence, bowing their heads before him, unable to hide their overwhelming awe. They knew this moment would define their existence forever.