The rain gradually stopped.

As evening fell, the group finally chose to settle down and set up camp, they had been traveling in the rain all day, and if they continued like this, they might not be able to hold on. Outside, there was a lot of noise, because it was not easy to raise a bonfire after the rain, and many soldiers had to soak their dry food in water. However, it is not possible to have no campfire at night, everyone is soaked and the cold wind blows all night, and tomorrow will basically be affected, and these soldiers do not have many extraordinary physiques.

Sir Eden sent men to find some dry firewood, and he himself ordered a small stove to be prepared and sent into the carriage.

The team carried charcoal stoves, delicate and small copper stoves, which could cook something directly from charcoal, but only enough for one or two people to eat. The inside of the carriage was like another space, and not a single qiē outside would interfere here, as if there was some invisible force, and the others became very quiet after approaching the carriage.

Little by little, time passed.

As it darkened, a bonfire was lit outside, and the soldiers boiled a large pot of broth.

Sir Eden casually ate some dry food, then drank a large bowl of soup, and then began to arrange for the sentries to keep watch at night. He was a retired soldier from the battlefield, and the title of knight was bestowed upon him by his master, who became the eldest daughter of the family after his death. In the Duchy of Valoran, there is no such thing as a male succession to a title, and the eldest and second daughters* of the family also have a certain right of inheritance.

The sentries for the vigil had been arranged, and Sir Eden had wanted to go to the carriage to see it.

But as soon as he got to the carriage, he felt that it was better not to bother at this time, so he turned and went back to the campfire.

It was quiet inside the carriage.

Of course, it's just that you can't hear it from the outside.

In fact, from the beginning of the night, the young man in front of Caitlin had a contorted countenance, as if he was in great pain, and he held his head in his hands and let out a terrible roar.

She felt scared!

Then she didn't know anything as soon as her eyes went dark.

Zizizizi.

The sturdy wooden planks of the carriage were gently crushed by the young man like tofu blocks, if it weren't for the masked woman next to him to help soothe them. I'm afraid that in the blink of an eye, this carriage will be broken to pieces by him.

"Master!"

The masked woman pressed her hand on the young man's forehead and said softly, "Relax! …… Just relax! ……”

"Let my heart be one with you! …… I'll help you share the pain! …… My master! …… You have to open your mind! …… Otherwise, your mortal body simply won't be able to withstand the massive message from the gods! ……”

"You're going to go crazy!"

"You're going to go crazy! …… Let me enter your heart! …… Otherwise, I won't be able to help you cut off these faith connections! …… That's the faith connection that belongs to the previous deity! …… His power is interfering with you! …… You must learn to reject these beliefs! …… You are the supreme deity! …… And not a tool kidnapped by faith! …… Let me help you cut off all the ties of faith! …… Then re-establish your kingdom! ……”

"Otherwise!"

"The will of the last god will take your place! …… He will use your body as a resurrection host! ……”

"Abandon these beliefs! ……”

"They don't serve you! …… What you need is a new faith! …… A New Nation! …… My master! …… Let me help you cut off a qiē! ……”

"These old beliefs should be buried along with the dead gods! ……”

An invisible psychic force field opened.

The masked woman took the young man's hands and pressed her forehead against the other's, and in an instant her face turned extremely pale, while the young man's distorted face gradually relaxed.

Suffering.

The masked woman was drenched all at once, sweat sliding down her pale cheeks, and in just a moment, it was as if she had heard countless voices, seen countless pictures, and a huge amount of information hit her brain. Even though she used to be a psychic warlock with a career level of 30 or above, she had a feeling that she was completely unbearable at this moment.

Too much!

Too much, too much!

The calls of mortals, the prayers of believers, the terrible dreams, all the qiē poured into her mind like a torrent.

………………

Fallen Leaf City.

The once-thriving city is now a bit of a dilapidated city, with the decline of Whitehorse City beginning to affect the city, and another recent event has taken a toll on Deciduous City.

Priests have lost their connection to the gods.

The enemy began to harass frequently, and without the power of the priest, the warriors suffered heavy losses, and what was even more terrifying was that the news seemed to be impossible to hide. More and more people are panicking, and enemy attacks are becoming more frequent. One bad news after another was sent back here, and large numbers of refugees gathered outside the city, deprived of the protection of the gods. Without the priest's divine skill, within a radius of hundreds of kilometers around Deciduous City, towns and villages large and small of the half-elves were attacked.

Gnolls, Orcs, Ogres......

The monsters they had banished back then suddenly returned here, as if they wanted to reclaim the fertile land.

"Archbishop! Oh no! ”

There was a rush of footsteps. Then a young probationary priest walked briskly to the vicinity of the square.

He whispered a few words in the ear of a middle-aged pastor, and then the middle-aged pastor's face changed drastically, and he hurried towards the location of the temple.

The temple of the 'Half-Elves and the Wandering God'.

It was His largest temple on the physical plane. It is also the center of His faith in the mortal world.

As the successor of the 'God of Thieves', the god of 'Half-Elves and Wanderers' has lost too much of its power in the struggle of the gods. Because of his failure to master the [Shadow] realm, the Wanderer's faith began to be handed over to the 'Lord of Shadows', 'Lady Luck' and 'Lady of the Night', and he had no choice but to spread the realm of faith to his own race, that is, half-elves who were sandwiched between humans and elves, and whose status had always been awkward.

So his first priesthood is the Half-Elf, and then the Wanderer.

The half-elves are His primary source of faith.

He once relied on the belief of the half-elves to promote [weak divine power], but unfortunately due to the failure of the struggle in the realm of wanderers, he was re-defeated by the 'Lord of Shadows' to [weak divine power].

Now he fell to the mortal world as the first deity, and finally died at the hands of the vampire gods.

The light of the temple was very dim.

As the largest temple of the gods in the material plane, a change in the Qiē here represents many things.

The brilliance of divinity is declining.

From the moment the gods of half-elves and wanderers fell to the mortal realm, the light of this temple had dimmed considerably. Thankfully, however, the decline gradually stopped, and although the power of the temple had weakened a lot, some of it was still retained, which gave many believers a glimmer of hope. But not long ago, an astonishing thing happened, that is, the idol of the 'god of half-elves and wanderers' served in the temple suddenly became dim and completely lost its power, like an ordinary statue.

This process lasted a whole day.

By the next day, the statues seemed to regain their strength and reappear with a hint of divinity.

Although faintly.

But at least there's still a hope!

But.

In the disgraced eyes of the middle-aged priest, the statue of the 'god of half-elves and wanderers' erected in the center of the temple gradually lost all its divine brilliance. The temple still has residual power, but there is no trace of divine power on the statue, and traces of cracks emerge one after another, and in their dull gaze, the statue erected in the center of the temple suddenly cracks and collapses!

Airplanes!

It's like annihilating the power of a certain source.

With this temple as the center, all the idols that served the 'gods of half-elves and wanderers' were dimmed, and some even showed cracks.

Ultimately!

In all the temples that served Him, one by one, the statues of the gods lost their divine power and became mortal creatures!

Fallen.

The gods have fallen!

This time it was a complete fall, and there was nothing left!

His name is gone.

……………… (To be continued......) R1292