Inside Selma City's third line of defense.

Eleven days have passed since the last battle, and the black fog that has shrouded Selma has not yet dissipated.

Cavalry Claire counts the bodies, and in addition to the dead and wounded members of the National Guard, three others are still missing.

Justin Wright, Burton Hugh, Carmela Simon

He drew their names in quill circles.

If you don't find it, most of them have little chance of surviving.

When Frank, who fled outside the city ten years ago, reported that 1,893 people were missing, he also wrote the names of those people by hand. Now, three more names are no longer strange.

It's just that now Frank is the vice-captain, and he's just an inconspicuous cavalryman, and this ridiculous contrast is really irritating.

On the Victorian Altar of the third line of defense, the ethereal music of saiba breaks the city's deathly silence.

The Holy Spirit Beings of the Temple, dressed in white linen robes, swayed to the music of the Saiba dance, and they used their bodies to convey their resentment and unyielding feelings towards Ressa. Suddenly, they changed their dance steps, and thousands of people performed the murder of Gillis that shocked the world three hundred years ago.

The last Resa monarch named Yugilis was beheaded by a human boy, and since then, the era of Resa as a god has gradually fallen, and humans have begun to reproduce and rebel.

The boy was known as the Godslayer.

The Vivian Chamber of Commerce contracted the entire luncheon of these so-called Holy Spirit Ones. Truckloads of beef were brought to the altar, and they even bought the famous wine of the county of Flogas to curry favor with the temple lackeys.

In the post-war period of food scarcity, not to mention meat, even the black bread commonly eaten by commoners became the staple food of middle-class families, and those who were excluded from the aristocratic circle had to wait for death.

Lola snatched Claire's list and went through the list, and only three people were missing..... Is this a coincidence or another conspiracy?

was thinking, but was interrupted by the people on stage.

The president of the Vivien Chamber of Commerce was a short, rounded man, who barely stood in the corner of the altar, his mustache fluttering, and words of praise floated from his thick lips.

"O God of the Greatest, allow me to offer these vulgar things of the world to our Holy Spirit, may the gods bless you, and may the Son of the Holy Spirit forgive the sins of the world......."

"Hmph!" ...... Lola scoffed, after this battle, the National Guard suffered heavy casualties, only sixteen of the top 100 soldiers remained, and no less than 300 were barred from enlisting for the rest of their lives due to disability.

Now these foolish people are thanking God......

For her, the gods of this world are meant to destroy.

"In the midst of such despair, they have to find something to believe, don't they?" Frank, whose face was covered in bandages, appeared behind her at some point.

"Do you believe in God?" Lola raised an eyebrow.

"No, I wouldn't have believed it ten years ago. ”

"Oh, they should believe in us, we are the god who saves them. ”

"They won't believe us. ”

"Oh? Tell me why, Frank. ”

The music of the saiba danced to the last strings, and the high priest stepped out from behind the heavy curtain.

The cold wind whistled in Frank's ears, and he closed his eyes and replied, "Because we are too weak to protect them, and we can't even protect ourselves." ”

Surviving is the king of this world.

Meanwhile, at Tom's Tavern at No. 89 Lake Block, Angie ordered a large glass of dark beer, she had always liked only shredded squid imported from the Laga Sea to the east, but she was not interested in it today.

Taking advantage of the time to count the corpses, it is common to come and let the wind go for a while, and the boss is not surprised by this, and gives her a bottle of treasured rum.

She saw the shredded squid on the plate with a stomach ache, shaped like someone's eyes, and she didn't know why she felt like human eyes.

Like who...... Ah, it's Carmela.

She took a sip of rum.

The tavern was surprisingly quiet, martial law was issued throughout the city, and it was estimated that no one would patronize this remote tavern except for the soldiers wandering around the streets.

The shredded squid on the plate is really an eyesore...... That day, on the day she faced Ressa outside the city, she was supposed to die, but Carmela stood in front of her...... So she nudged her gently.....

"Oh..... My poor friend, how could you be like this!" Angie took a large sip of dark beer, and her tone couldn't help but be a little excited.

The boss, who was wiping the wine glass, asked, "Anji, what's wrong with you?"

"My best friend was unfortunately killed......"

"No wonder it's so dull, don't be too upset. He sighed and went back to work.

“...... How can you die!

She frantically chewed on the shredded squid on the table, an indescribable smile on her face.

It's better to be dead, Carmela, die, don't come back, who told you to turn around that day, you saw that I pushed you, so you scumbag will take revenge....... So what, you're dead anyway, aren't you?

Ah, she almost forgot that they were all the same...... Scum hahaha......