On the outskirts of Solomon City, a huge anti-magic magnetic field tower was re-erected.
As the signal from the command console was issued, the scorching deep blue arcs began to jump along the layers of coils around the tower, flashing a beautiful and deep halo.
The anti-magic magnetic field is activated.
At that moment, Nora, who was sitting on the distant command platform, found that her spirituality was obviously suppressed.
"There are four levels of anti-magic magnetic field, each of which can reduce the upper limit of the level within the coverage area by 10 levels." At the railing of the command platform, Innocent looked at the huge tower in the distance and said lightly, "We are currently in the second level."
"There are more than 400 such towers, covering the entire Italian Peninsula. Any extraordinary person who enters here will be completely spiritually suppressed. Since the upper limit of the environment level is 0, the extraordinary person inside cannot get any spiritual supplements and will soon become no different from ordinary people."
"Is this change permanent?" Nora asked cautiously.
"Not really." Innocent sighed, "It's just that I can't use my abilities temporarily."
"In fact, as long as we wait until the next demonic tide rises, the internal coils of these magnetic field towers will all be destroyed. By then, all the evil lurking in Italy will erupt."
"There are still four more high tides before the demonic tide reaches its peak at Lv.40. In other words, the Church will have to go through four more dangerous periods, each one more dangerous than the last."
"And you have seen the price of our failure in previous incidents."
"Alas." Nora didn't know what to say. She thought of the helpless people who were eroded by the changes in the Spirit Tree. If Mier hadn't managed to save them...
The Spirit Tree itself is equivalent to a demigod-level existence, and as the upper limit of the magic tide level continues to rise, there will be more and more such demigods.
How will the world deteriorate into by then
"When the demonic tide reaches its highest level, everyone will be able to embark on the path to becoming a god, and there will be no peace in this world." Innocent leaned his arm on the railing. "In the eyes of the gods, humans are like ants. They can be completely despised or even ignored."
"And what kind of damage would a war between gods cause to the world of ordinary people? Even a fool can imagine it."
"However, those gods don't care at all." The Pope stared at the magnetic field tower in the distance. "What arrogance is this?"
"Is there really no other way?" Nora asked worriedly.
"There have been a total of six demonic tides in history," Innocent said calmly, "Almost every time the tide rises, it brings about great disorder and chaos."
"The first and second times are self-explanatory. The first magic tide cycle brought down the technological civilization that humans were so proud of, and regressed from the interstellar colonization era to the Iron Age. The second time destroyed our ability to protect ourselves, and we were almost captured and enslaved by alien races."
"The third magic tide occurred at the end of the Second Age and destroyed the splendid culture of ancient Sirius. The fifth magic tide destroyed the Western Solomon Empire. The sixth magic tide broke the Frankish Empire apart, and the entire continent was like a pile of loose sand."