Chapter 631 Divine Disaster

The man-made god opened his eyes for the first time.

Those are a pair of eyes that are indescribable in words. It is as clear as crystal, and there are countless brilliance and restraint in it. A kind of extreme beauty and purity seems to be concentrated in those huge eyes, but these eyes do not contain any Emotions - it just watched silently, watching the mortals floating in front of him boldly provoking, there was no hostility, no friendliness, or even the slightest curiosity and concern.

Bertiera felt that her eyes and brain were faintly tingling. She did not meet the eyes of the gods, but just seeing the eyes of the other party from a distance already felt her own spiritual shock, but she did not move away. Instead, he stared at everything that was about to happen like a deliberate confrontation—including those black-robed priests standing on the floating island, no one looked away.

The Grand Master calmly looked into the eyes of the god, and then stepped forward, his body was gradually shrouded in a layer of phantom light, as if he had merged with the holy radiance around the artificial god.

The ultimate disobedience is the ultimate denial and confrontation of the gods. Its final step is to inject humanity into the gods, thereby erasing the gods. .

Human beings will be freed from the shackles created by divinity and gain the power to develop freely, and a god standing in the human camp will be born in the ceremony, becoming the first weapon for mortals to fight against the gods.

The body of the Grand Master gradually dissolved in the light, and a hazy radiance slowly disappeared into the forehead of the artificial god. Bertila felt that the corners of her eyes had begun to seep blood, but she still stared at all this without blinking. Proceed to the last step of the ceremony.

The Dark Priests bowed their heads and sang the ancient prayer in unison. The prayer was once used to praise the supreme power of the god of nature, Amoon, but at this moment, the prayer contained endless depression. It's like a funeral ballad, announcing that one of the gods' positions will come to an end today.

All things die, and so do gods - in this world where no one can escape death, the Druid priests who have fallen into darkness have long no longer expected any eternal or supreme power, and they have abandoned the fear of gods. No longer yearning for that divine position, they do not plan to create a god, nor do they plan to make themselves a god, their real purpose-in fact, is to turn a god into a man.

Bertiera's hand gently brushed the rough cover of the Book of Ultimate, and said softly: "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 divine position will no longer exist..."

The endless brilliance in mid-air finally completely merged into the body of the man-made god. A low breathing sound broke the silence of the ceremony site. Bertila woke up from her contemplation. She raised her head and saw the man-made god with surprise and anticipation. God is slowly closing his eyes.

After a moment of peace,

The eyes finally opened slowly.

There is only endless chaos and madness in it.

...

A hazy and majestic magical barrier surrounds the borders of the former empire, and the wasteland inside the barrier remains the same as before.

The dark and deep clouds seemed to be filled with lead, and the chaotic wind whistled in all directions. The smoke and dust flew, covering the sky, and energy lightning flashed between the clouds and the dust storm, sending out continuous waves. A low roar and a bright flash.

In the "energy thunderstorms" that are often encountered in this wasteland, the prowlers who turned into trees moved their intricate roots, and the entire forest wriggled and climbed a hill covered with black crystalline stones.

An even larger energy arc flashed, and the strong light almost traversed the entire sky. In the low rumbling sound that followed, the countless giant distortions hovering around the forest became restless, roaring at the sky, and quickly at the same time. Find a safe corner in the forest.

In the middle of the forest, an old tree swayed its branches, and the wrinkled bark showed a horribly shrunken face. This face was staring at the far north and the direction of the Kingdom of Ansu.

Another arc of energy swept across the sky, and in the pale flash, the prowler leader let out a low, hoarse laugh.

"Injecting humanity...

"Poor Grandmaster, 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, another giant tree wriggled its roots and walked by, 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," said the leader of the Prowlers slowly, "the shackles on us have been lifted, and we can finally end this endless wandering and self-imposed exile—it is time to start our own plans. . Set off, to the old imperial capital, the deep blue well has the energy we need, and we will be there to complete the final step of embracing the new world."

"Yes, Grandmaster."

...

Those monsters that attacked from the southeast of the plain are crazy.

It seems that some unknown force has affected the minds of all cluster monsters at the same time, and it seems that those cluster commanders have fallen into madness at the same time, and the monster army that was still orderly and disciplined has become violent overnight. wave of beasts.

The number of monsters seems to be endless day and night from the plain, and driven by instinct, they impact the city defense of San Sunil City. Looking down from a height, you can only see the black tide surging, the earth shaking, densely packed. The crystals shone with a chaotic and crazy light in the sky, and continuous arcane lightning jumped between these monsters, constantly converging into a powerful gathering spear, bombarding San Sunil again and again like a battering ram. The shields and outer walls of the pier, the heart-breaking 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 up the city wall again and again. The nervous and fearful soldiers gathered beside the trebuchets and large ballistas, constantly throwing the burning stones under the shouts of the commander. Shells and crossbow arrows are fired at the enemy tide.

The sky is gloomy and terrifying, the whistling wind is wrapped in sporadic raindrops, and with the unusual cold of this season, the dark sky seems to reflect the heavier hearts. Losing morale, even if the knights continue to unleash their inspiring supernatural powers, 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 the echoes of the holy and ethereal. , In the illusory light and warmth like a dream, the knights and soldiers once again regained their strength and rushed to the city wall again...

The wind whistled through the upper floors of the castle, and the windows that were not closed were suddenly blown open by the wind, and the icy raindrops rushed into the house together with the cold wind. 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 were both fully armed and had 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, and the moment the door was pushed open, The maid even suspected that the window she had just closed was blown open by the wind again.

"Your Highness, the Duke."

"Well, you can leave."

"Yes."

The maid left the room respectfully and quickly, and the two figures walked towards the desk and the high-backed chair. One of the men in silver-white gold-embellished armor came to the widest velvet seat, took off his helmet and threw it on the table next to him while he was seated. Under the helmet, Welsh Moen was revealed. 's face.

"The barrier has stabilized temporarily. With the additional energy from the magic focus of the Western District, the Great Shield of Saint Sunil should be able to last for a while," Wales Moen looked at the Duke of the West who entered the house with him, "The cathedral's The 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 getting more and more terrifying." It was Baldwin Franklin, Duke of the Westlands, who followed Wales into the house. He was wearing a dark blue starry weave robe, but the robe was faintly still. It can be seen that he is wearing a chain mail, which gives the somewhat bookish Duke Protector a bit of bravery, "They have lost their organization, but they have become more ferocious and fearless. If it is on the plains battlefield. , this is a weakness, but at this moment, they have a huge numerical advantage, creating a situation of siege, which becomes very dangerous."

Wales was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked, "When will the West Frontier Corps arrive?"

"Within two days—they will be near Lake Flat," said Baldwin Franklin. "Rest assured, Your Highness, they will ease the situation."

"I know . South layout..."

Baldwin immediately responded: "Are you worried about those monsters crossing the river?"

"As you said," Wales nodded slowly, "those monsters have gone mad, 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 a clear purpose and prohibition, but now They're crazy... Once the roaming monsters cross the river in large numbers and enter the western plains of the Holy Spirit, the consequences are dire."

"I will arrange it immediately," Baldwin Franklin nodded, and then mentioned one more thing, "His Royal Highness, I have received news that the army in the south left the rock fortress almost a month ago, and they were operating in the southern plains. Seems to be fighting against those monsters too - due to poor news, the information is just arriving now, and the specifics are unknown."

"...Cecil..." Wales whispered the word, then shook his head, "It's too far, we have to rely on ourselves first."

Baldwin Franklin watched Wales quietly for a few seconds before he said: "Not everyone can remain firm - the inner city aristocracy is now severely shaken, and the royal capital aristocracy has been divided into two factions, those who advocate sticking and those who advocate abandonment. Almost half of the people who escaped from the city, their quarrel has even affected the stability of the Knights Guarding the city-a large number of knights are not only loyal to the royal family, but also are members of the children of various families themselves, and their families are now planning to escape. "

"Abandoned city, abandoned city... Where is the abandoned city fleeing to?" Wales clenched his fists and said bitterly, "Saint Sunil is the last fortress currently blocking the central axis of the Holy Spirit Plain. Once this is broken, those Monsters can drive straight into the ground and pollute the entire western plain! The western plain is a grain-producing area, an open area without danger, and the most sturdy castle is no better than a tower in Saint-Sunil - giving up here is equivalent to giving up the entire Ansu , escaping is just waiting to die slowly, are they still planning to seek refuge in the Ogure Tribal Nation?!”

"...I am afraid yes, my highness," Baldwin Franklin said slowly, "Ogre Tribe, Violet Kingdom, and even the northern barbarian countries... Those who advocate abandoning the city and fleeing may have already Pack your bags at home and find a place to stay in these countries.”

"..."

Wales Moen didn't say a word for a long time.

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.

After a few minutes, Wales stood up, picked up the helmet from the table next to him, and slowly put it on his head.

Baldwin's eyes followed Wales' movements: "Where are you going?"

"Go to the city wall again."

"The crown prince's kissing on the front line can indeed inspire soldiers, but in the current situation, the morale brought by you too often kissing the front line may not be enough to make up for the danger you are facing."

Wales turned his back to the Duke of the West, and his footsteps stopped for half a second, but in the end he didn't say anything and walked out of the study.

Baldwin Franklin quietly watched the direction Wales was leaving for a long time before he said softly:

"Of course, if you're not just going to inspect the walls... that's another story."

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