Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Saint Varna knew that she could not presume to represent the Venerables, so she remained silent.

In any case, in this boundless sea and this star realm, there is no other leader more powerful than her!

The silence speaks.

Silence means acquiescence.

Seeing her resolute appearance, all the Star Clan members who had previously been dissatisfied with her were completely intimidated.

They have already filled in the blanks in their minds.

If Saint Andes was executed by the Venerables, then Saint Varna's ascension to the throne must also be the Venerables' intention!

They immediately prostrated themselves on the ground, shouting, "Crown Saint Varna!"

"May Saint Varna be crowned!"

"May Saint Varna be crowned!"

The shouts came in waves, their voices sharp and metallic, making Qin Youyou's scalp tingle, and she wished she could rush over and sew their mouths shut.

Looking at the Star Clan members who had submitted to her, Saint Varna smiled smugly.

Look, this is what the people want.

"Silence!" she shouted sternly.

The entire astral plane immediately fell silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

She shook her wide, dark purple cloak and, step by step, amidst the devout worship of her subjects, walked to the center of the largest pillar of light.

A flash of dark red light!

The purple color on her face quickly intensified, and countless streams of faith power surged toward her from all directions. Her power was rapidly breaking through!

Within the twelve smaller, dark red pillars of light surrounding them, twelve different figures were summoned.

They all had human-like appearances, and were surrounded by a faint golden light.

They were all stunned when they saw the scene before them.

Where did San Andes go?

Why is Saint Varna standing in that pillar of light?

These twelve were all Star Prayers, and they knew they were not qualified to interfere in the internal affairs of StarClan.

They only recognize the one at the center of the pillar of light as their Lord!

They exchanged glances, and the twelve of them reacted swiftly and devoutly, kneeling down before the central pillar of light.

"Saint Varna, our new master!"

Saint Varna smiled.

"My servants!"

"Let us together usher in a new era for the Star Race!"

"Let us together unleash the might of the Star Clan upon the earth!"

All twelve people were startled.

So, StarClan no longer intends to hide behind the Temple of Light?

"Here!"

They had no right to interfere; they could only submit.

Saint Varna surveyed her twelve servants with satisfaction.

Which one should be shown to the world first?

She spread her arms and let out a piercing shriek: "Titanus, display your divine power! Let the earth tremble!"

“Yes!” Titanos slowly stood up.

He had just contacted A-Wu a moment ago, but that little girl A-Wu still didn't believe he was the God of Craftsmen.

Because Saint Andes had previously prevented him from appearing in public, he, despite being the god of craftsmen, had never been able to display his divine power. In addition, he had to be subservient to StarClan, which made his life quite stifling.

Now, he has finally gotten his chance.

He wanted to show that arrogant woman that he truly was a god!

Crushing that mere Creation Weapon Forger is as easy as crushing an ant!

He smiled slightly and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Workers under the hammer! Slaves to the stone! All creators who wield tools! Bow your heads! Kneel!"

"I am the end you grovel before! I am—the builder, the crusher, the eternal and indestructible god of craftsmen—Titanus!"

"Break your lowly necks in the dust! Offer your cowardly souls to ignite my eternally burning shrine! Surrender your feeble faith to be forged into my immortal will!"

"Kneel down!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it spread like ripples from the star realm, reaching every corner of the Second Heaven and the ears of every craftsman!

Countless craftsmen were suddenly awakened in the middle of the night, sitting up in a cold sweat, their legs trembling uncontrollably as they crawled on the ground, their hearts filled with fear and dread.

They thought it was all just fragments of a nightmare, but the thunderous divine shouts continued to resonate in their minds.

Before their eyes, a distorted illusion appeared, and they saw a tall, terrifying man with a faint golden aura, a scar on his face, and eyes like copper bells, exuding an awe-inspiring divine power...

Upon meeting that terrifying gaze, they all felt a sharp pain in their eyes, as if countless golden needles were piercing their mental sea.

My thoughts cleared instantly.

All of this is not a dream.

The God of Craftsmen has descended!

Gods should not be looked at directly!

Countless craftsmen trembled, uncontrollably lowering their heads and prostrating themselves on the ground in terror.

"Ah, great Titanos, god of craftsmen, I willingly offer my soul!"

"May the god of craftsmen bless me, I will follow you forever!"

……

Strands of faith, imbued with divine spirit, rose from every corner of the second heaven, converging towards the boundless sea beneath the sky, untouched by moonlight.

The thicker the clouds, the darker the color.

Feeling the overwhelming power of faith surging forth, feeling the strands of divine souls willingly offered by the believers, Titanos greedily absorbed it.

In his mind, a strange energy was pulsating wildly. After the power of faith entered his spiritual sea, most of it was absorbed by this energy, and only a small amount could be used by Titanos.

But even a small amount is astonishing.

He felt his divine power growing rapidly, and the divine characteristics that were not entirely compatible with him were being further digested and integrated into his limbs and bones.

"Ah!" He tilted his head back, opened his arms, and felt the exhilarating sensation of his entire body throbbing.

He smiled with satisfaction, wanting to feel the so-called Creator of Weapons and the faith offered by Awu.

I searched my mind for a long time, but found nothing.

"Ok?"

Not quite right.

Titanos was unaware that Awu was already asleep.

After fulfilling her father's instructions, she felt relieved and slept soundly.

The small gold lock around her neck shimmered with a soft golden light, enveloping her. She had a beautiful dream in which her father taught her how to forge artifacts.

Meanwhile, Ninth Elder Qin Zhengjiao frowned as he looked at Baili Yanxuan, who was covered in sweat, and asked, "Say it again, what did you dream about?"

He imparted knowledge to his apprentice, working tirelessly day and night. Unfortunately, the apprentice's talent was limited. He spent from day to night forging a low-grade divine artifact, but still hadn't succeeded.

That was bad enough, but she had somehow fallen asleep by the stove!

Qin Zhengjiao felt some regret.

At his age, instead of enjoying his retirement, he insists on taking on an apprentice, and now he's still keeping his hawks warm late into the night...

Not only did the eagle quietly fall asleep, but it also had a dream. I don't know what it dreamed about, but it was about to kneel down with its eyes closed. It really made the eagle furious!

"Master, I dreamt of the God of Craftsmen!"

Baili Yanxuan grabbed Qin Zhengjiao's sleeve in terror. Even though the firelight by the stove was red, her lips were still deathly pale.