The man-made god opened his eyes for the first time.
Those are a pair of eyes that are difficult to describe in words. They are as clear as crystals, and there are countless brilliance in them. A kind of extreme beauty and purity seem to be concentrated in those huge eyes, but at this moment, these eyes do not contain anything. Emotionally, it just watched quietly, watching the mortals floating in front of him who were boldly provoking provocations. There was no hostility, no friendliness in his sight, not even the slightest curiosity or concern.
Bertila felt that her eyes and brain were tingling faintly. She didn't meet the eyes of the god, but just seeing the other's eyes from a distance already felt that her spirit was shocked, but she didn't move away Instead, he watched everything that was about to happen as if deliberately resisting, including the black-robed priests standing on the floating island, and no one looked away.
The Grand Priest looked into the eyes of the god calmly, and then walked forward, his body was gradually shrouded in a layer of phantom light, as if he had merged with the holy radiance around the man-made god.
The ultimate disobedience, the ultimate denial and resistance to the gods, its final step is to inject humanity into the gods, so as to erase the divinity...
Human beings will be freed from the shackles created by divinity and gain the power to develop freely, and a god who will stand in the human camp will be born in the ceremony and become the first weapon for mortals to fight against the gods.
The body of the Grand Priest gradually dissolved in the light, and a hazy radiance slowly sank into the forehead of the man-made god. Bertila felt that the corners of her eyes had begun to ooze blood, but she still stared at all this without blinking. Follow the ritual to the final step.
The dark patriarchs lowered their heads and chanted the ancient prayer in unison. The prayer was once used to praise the supreme power of the god of nature, Amorn, but at this moment, the prayer contained endless depression, It's like a funeral ballad, announcing that one of the gods will come to an end today.
Everything dies, and so do gods. In this world where no one can escape perishment, the druid priests who have fallen into darkness no longer expect any eternal or supreme power. They have abandoned the fear of gods, and naturally they no longer Yearning for that god position, they don't intend to create a god, nor do they intend to make themselves gods. Their real purpose is to turn gods into humans.
Beltira brushed the rough cover of the Ultimate Book lightly with his hand, and said softly: "The throne of the God of Nature will become history, no matter where the giant deer Amoen finally fell, no matter what means the gods rely on Let yourself be resurrected in every reincarnation, from now on, at least this god will no longer exist... "
The endless brilliance in mid-air finally completely merged into the body of the artificial god. A low breathing sound broke the silence of the ceremony scene. Bertila woke up from her contemplation. She raised her head and saw the artificial god full of surprise and expectation. God is slowly closing his eyes.
After a moment of calm, those eyes finally opened slowly.
There is only endless chaos and madness in it.
…
A barrier of shadowy majesty encircles the borders of the former empire, and within it the wasteland remains as it has always been.
The dark and deep clouds pressed down as if filled with lead, disordered winds howled wantonly in all directions, smoke and dust flew, covering the sky, and energy lightning flashed between the clouds and the dust storm, sending out continuous Low roar and bright flash.
In the "energy thunderstorm" that is often encountered in this wasteland, the prowler who turned into a tree moved his intricate roots, and the entire forest squirmed, climbing up a hill covered with black crystalline stones.
An even bigger arc of energy flashed across the sky, and the strong light almost traversed the entire sky. In the low-pitched boom that followed, countless gigantic distortions hovering around the forest became agitated, roaring towards the sky, and flying rapidly. Find a safe corner of shelter in the forest.
In the middle of the forest, an old tree swayed its branches, and on the wrinkled bark appeared a shriveled and terrifying face. This face was staring at the far north, at the direction of the Kingdom of Ansu.
Another arc of energy flashed across the sky, and amidst the pale flash, the leader of the prowlers let out a deep and hoarse laugh.
"Infused with humanity...
"Poor Grand Priest, do you think that when you arrive in the kingdom of God and see the knowledge of the gods, what you have is still human nature?"
A rustling sound came from the side, and another giant tree passed by wriggling its roots, and the same low and hoarse voice came from the air: "God...God is not lacking in humanity..."
"This has nothing to do with us," the leader of the wanderers said slowly. "The shackles imposed on us have been lifted. We can finally end this endless wandering and self-exile. It's time to start our own plan. Set off , go to the old imperial capital, the deep blue well has the energy we need, we will complete the last step to embrace the new world there.”
"Yes, Grand Master."
…
Those monsters that came from the southeast of the plain are crazy.
It seems that some unknown force has affected the minds of all the crystal cluster monsters at the same time, and it seems that the commanders of the crystal clusters have fallen into madness at the same time. wave of beasts.
A seemingly endless number of monsters rushed from the direction of the plain day and night, and were driven by instinct to attack the city defense of Saint-Sunil City. Looking down from a height, one could only see the Kuroshio surging, the earth shaking, densely packed The crystals shone with chaotic and crazy light under the skylight, and continuous pieces of arcane lightning jumped between these monsters, continuously gathering into powerful concentrated spears, bombarding San Sunil again and again like a battering ram The shields and outer walls, the heart-rending roars and explosions spread throughout the outer city, and even into the inner city!
The knights defending the city ran on the high wall, repelling the monsters who tried to climb the wall time and time again. The nervous and frightened soldiers gathered beside the catapults and large ballistas, and continued to blow the burning stones to the ground while the commander shouted. Bullets and crossbow arrows were fired at the enemy tide.
The sky is gloomy and frightening, with sporadic raindrops wrapped in the whistling wind. With the abnormal coldness of this season, the dark sky seems to reflect a heavier heart. Losing morale, even if the knights continue to unleash the inspiring extraordinary power, it will have little effect.
But whenever the physical strength and morale of the soldiers dropped to a certain level, a grand light curtain would light up on the city wall, mixed with holy and ethereal echoes. The light curtain seemed to dispel the haze of the sky for a short time, and then disappeared , in the illusory light and warmth like a dream, the knights and soldiers regained their strength once again, and rushed to the city wall again...
The strong wind howled and blew across the upper floors of the castle. The windows that were not closed were blown open suddenly by the strong wind. The icy raindrops and the cold wind rushed into the house together. Punishment even if the owner of the room is not present at the moment.
Just two seconds after the window was closed, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and two figures walked in quickly. These two figures are fully armed, and they still have a cold breath on their bodies. They stayed in the cold wind for so long that the wind and rain outside seemed to follow them into the room. The moment the door was pushed open, The maid even suspected that the window she had just closed was blown open again by the wind.
"Your Highness, Your Excellency the Duke."
"Well, you can back down."
"yes."
The maid left the room respectfully and quickly, while the two figures walked towards the desk and the high-back chair. One of the men wearing silver-white gold-embellished armor came to the largest velvet seat, took off his helmet while sitting down, and threw it on the table next to him. Under the helmet, Welsh Moen was revealed. face.
"The barrier has stabilized for the time being. Relying on the additional energy supply from the magic focus in the western district, the large shield of San Sunil should be able to last for a while," Wales Moen looked at the Duke of the Western Territory who followed him into the house, "The cathedral's The group of priests also went up to the city wall in time, and the morale and recuperation problems of the soldiers are being alleviated."
"But those monsters are becoming more and more terrifying." It was Baldwin Franklin, the Duke of the West, who entered the room with Wales. It can be seen that he is wearing a chain mail, which adds a bit of bravery to the somewhat bookish Duke Protector, "They have lost their organization, but they have become more ferocious and fearless. If they are on the plain battlefield , This is a weakness, but at this moment, they hold a huge numerical advantage and create a situation of siege, which becomes very dangerous."
Wales was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "When will the Western Territory Legion arrive?"
"They have been near Pingshui Lake within two days," said Baldwin Franklin. "Don't worry, Your Highness, they will ease the situation."
"I know...but what I'm most worried about is not Saint-Sunil," Wales said quickly, "please inform your legion, allocate half of the manpower, and let them arrange a line of defense along the west bank of the Gorgon River, from north to south Decorate... ”
Baldwin reacted immediately: "Are you worried about those monsters crossing the river?"
"As you said," Wales nodded slowly, "those monsters have gone crazy, and their actions are no longer logical... When they were still a large army, they would focus on attacking the target stronghold, and they would have clear orders and prohibitions, but now they Crazy... Once the wandering monsters cross the river in large numbers and enter the western part of the Holy Spirit Plain, the consequences will be dire."
"I will arrange it immediately," Baldwin Franklin nodded, and then mentioned another matter, "Your Highness, I have received news that the troops from the southern border left Rock Fortress almost a month ago. They are operating in the southern part of the plain. It seems that they are also fighting against those monsters due to poor news, the information has just arrived now, and the specific situation is unknown."
"... Cecil..." Welsh whispered the word, then shook his head, "It's too far away, we have to rely on ourselves first."
Baldwin Franklin looked at Wales quietly for a few seconds before speaking: "Not everyone can remain firm. The nobles in the inner city are now seriously shaken. The nobles in the royal capital have been divided into two factions, those who advocate sticking to the city and those who advocate abandoning the city and fleeing. Their quarrel has even affected the stability of the guarding knights. A large number of knights are not only loyal to the royal family, but they are also members of the children of various families, and their families are now planning to escape."
"Abandoned city, abandoned city... where did the abandoned city flee to?" Wales clenched his fists and said bitterly, "Saint Sunil is currently the last fortress blocking the central axis of the Holy Spirit Plain. Once this is broken, those monsters It can drive straight into the ground and pollute the entire western plain! The western plain is a grain-producing area, and it is open and undefended. The strongest castle is no match for a tower in Saint-Sunil. Abandoning this place is equivalent to abandoning the entire Ansu Going there is just waiting to die slowly, do they still plan to seek asylum in the Ogulei tribal country?!"
"...I'm afraid so, my lord," Baldwin Franklin said slowly, "The Augure Tribal Country, the Violet Kingdom, and even the northern barbarian countries... those who advocate abandoning the city and fleeing may already be at home Packed up and found a place to stay in these countries."
"..."
For a long time after that, Wales Moen didn't say a word.
Baldwin Franklin just looked at him quietly, looking at the crown prince who had been away from Silver Castle for many years, and also did not say a word.
A few minutes later, Wales stood up, picked up the helmet from the table next to him, and slowly put it on his head.
Baldwin's gaze followed Wales' movements: "Where are you going?"
"Go to the city wall again."
"The crown prince's kissing the frontline can indeed motivate the soldiers, but in the current situation, the morale brought by you kissing the frontline too frequently may not be enough to make up for the danger you are facing."
With his back turned to the Duke of the Westlands, his footsteps stopped for half a second, but in the end he left the study without saying anything.
Baldwin Franklin quietly watched the direction in which Wales left, and after a long time, he said softly:
"Of course, if you're not just going to inspect the city walls...that's a different matter."
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