Stepping into the year 1319, there is not much life left on the continent of Ultron.

This winter has been unusually cold.

The sky was obscured by malevolent black clouds, and the sun never showed its brilliance again, making winter a truly harsh winter.

A full year of natural disasters and endless demonic attacks are rapidly depleting the last vestiges of the main plane. There is no sunlight, no clean air, the rivers are heavily polluted, and nowhere is food production or natural resources produced normally, except for the 36 Arks of Doom.

The only thing we can rely on is the grain that we found from nowhere, and the water from the real deep wells.

Old Mike clutched his hands to his chest and staggered down the desolate streets like angina.

The lavish bluestone avenue, which once held four horse-drawn carriages in parallel, is lined with snow, fallen leaves and volcanic ash, making it impossible to imagine that it was once full of vendors from all over the world.

Unfortunately, everything is in the past tense.

Monica City was once a city known as the Pearl of the Orient, but the pearl has been dusted. Half of Monica has collapsed into the void, and the other half is so shattered that even the most chaotic and crazy demons are afraid to come to such a place of destruction at any time.

They are also afraid that the entire city will be swallowed up in the next moment.

The once majestic walls had collapsed into a continuous hillside of masonry, and not a single intact house could be found in the city, and the earth was full of deep ravines that could easily swallow up a large living man, and there was not even an echo when falling into it.

The homeless people in the streets and alleys curled up, their hungry and almost crazy eyes kept scanning the surroundings, the supplies were already seriously scarce, and there was no law and order in the city.

The worst conflict can erupt over a piece of black bread frozen into stone. The bodies of the deceased, with only bones left, may be found in the most remote corners of the city, or they may never be found.

"Gah-"

Old Mike slowly pulled open the door to his half-collapsed house. Obviously, one step away, he could walk directly into the house through the gap. Instead, he chose to open the door.

Maybe it's a matter of habit, or maybe it's because you can't accept another simpler and crudeer way of life after accepting a way of life. Just as after he believed in Loshanda, the god of the dawn, he refused to convert to another god.

"What's wrong with the child......"

Old Mike asked softly to the woman huddled in the dark corner of the house, and only the most attentive person could see that there was a baby under the age of one in the woman's arms.

"I'm tired of crying. Asleep...... The child needs food...... "The woman's sunken eyes were full of despair, and she could clearly feel the smell of death and decay in almost every pore of the child.

Old Mike wanted to comfort his daughter-in-law with words. But he knew that what he was squeezing out would be the same smile shriveled from a severe lack of nutrition.

"I found a piece of black bread in the ditch that the servants of the noble lords abandoned some time ago."

If a year ago, it was something that even dogs didn't eat, soaked in filthy wastewater, and I don't know what happened, but now, the woman's skinny skeletal face showed an expression of desperate longing.

She had long since been left without milk due to extreme nutritional deficiencies, but her scarred fingers showed that the great mother had chosen to breastfeed her child with her own blood.

Smoke rises.

Old Mike melts the snow from a campfire lit by scrap wood from his house. Then he soaked the piece of black bread mixed with something, and watched his daughter-in-law greedily gnaw the black thing away.

"Bright, when will you come again......" Old Mike couldn't help but feel a pang of despair when he missed the fallen god of the dawn.

"Still no news or hope?"

The daughter-in-law's inquiry made old Mike freeze.

It's not that there is no news or hope...... He remembered the beautiful and holy blonde woman in his dream.

As soon as he closed his eyes, old Mike felt her kind face flash through his mind, her healing and hopeful voice echoing in his ears.

"I am Mishakai, the 'Light Bearer' of the former Dragon Lance World's powerful god of light. I have taken the oath to join the world of Ultron and become a part of the Ultron gods. Now I have officially taken over the priesthood of the fallen god of dawn, Loshanda. and join the 'Ark of Doom' god line, under the command of Raven Yunfield, the Shadow God King of Death. All believers who choose to convert to me. You can enjoy the same treatment as the Death Shadow God Cultists......"

Old Mike had always believed that even if this goddess had the most kind and loving face, her presence was still a blasphemy against the great Losanna.

Why should an alien god directly join the Ultron system? Why succeed Los Angeles? A god of light at the service of a Death Shadow God-King? Are you kidding!

When people get old, they always start to become stubborn and unwilling to accept new things.

But the situation at home. Let old Mike shake.

All the state organizations have collapsed, even the most generous church of the good camp has stopped giving relief, and it is conceivable that it will be more and more difficult to get food in the future. However, the demonic infestation continued, and since last August, even the followers of Tyr, the god of justice, have stopped distributing evacuation instructions at various intersections.

They don't have the ability to do that. Mortals without a way were utterly abandoned, by their lords, and even by the gods they believed in.

It is known from which of the believers in the neighborhood suddenly wept and which gods had fallen in the great battle against the demons.

There is desperately bad news everywhere, and the only thing that can cheer people up is the record of the Shadow Church of the Dead.

Only the Shadow of Death's oracle also comes to various human settlements every week to recruit believers. At first, everyone thought that if they were recruited, they would be made into zombies or skeletons, but then there were people who went and came back to recruit friends, and everyone's thoughts became warm.

Old Mike had an instinctive disgust for the evil Orderly God King.

But the latest list of the gods that can be believed in in the 'Ark of Doom' made old Mike shake. There are nearly 20 gods on the list, and there are already three camps of good, neutral, and evil. On the list of good gods of humanity, there are three god names: Misakai, Shanny, and Lierra.

The war took Mike Sr.'s four sons and a daughter, as well as his wife and two of his brothers.

Now his last remaining relatives are the daughter-in-law of his eldest son, and the last blood of the family, his grandson Gadiq, who is not yet a year old.

As an old farmer who has worked with the land all his life, this is his last hope.

The end of the world is cruel and fair for everyone.

Whether it was a prince or a nobleman, everything was destroyed when the end came.

Looking at his dying grandson, Old Mike gritted his teeth and made the most painful decision of his life - conversion.

He prayed in front of the statue of Lord Loshanda, which he worshipped at home, because it was Mishakai who said in his dream that it was the quickest way.

The goddess he hoped for the conversion would respond to him quickly, and in a matter of minutes, there was an intricate emblem on the shoulder of his coarse cloth garment. It was the blue Infinity Mark (∞) beneath the two crossed black daggers, symbolizing that Old Mike was a follower of Michay under the Shadow God King of Death.

According to Mishakai's oracle, old Mike took his few belongings, pulled his daughter-in-law, who was holding his grandson, and hurried to a clearing outside the city.

There was once a mob who tried to attack him, but when he saw the emblem on Old Mike's shoulder, he immediately shrank back in fright.

The powerful and vengeful Shadow Church of Death never spared anyone who attacked their followers.

Death is not a punishment, death is only the beginning of suffering.

Old Mike never imagined that his prayers in despair would be answered so easily by the gods, if only a few months ago he would have scoffed at it, or if it had been a trap.

If he could, Old Mike wanted to get a few acres of land, even if all the produce was handed over and there was only enough food left to feed his daughter-in-law and grandchildren.

Outside the city, a considerable number of believers like him gathered.

The Divine Messenger came, and it was a beautiful human maiden who was a prayer. She comforted them with the lingua franca franca of Ultron, which was not very pure.

Then, when everyone passed through the portal and saw the warm winter sun in the sky of the floating continent, and the endless golden wheat fields planted by some magic spell, all the survivors knelt on the ground at the same time and wept.

They cried sadly, and they cried happily.

Whether it is the trance of the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, or the hope for a stable life in the future, they can't say, they can't say a word.

Their voices were completely choked.

They didn't know that at this moment, two powerful gods were silently watching them.

Raven sighed, "Mishakai, is this why you are suddenly willing to serve me?" ”

Mishakai did not hesitate to show his proud divine body, which should be a very tempting scene, but Raven had no intention of practicing the sword.

Nima, who can practice in this situation!?

Misha Kay took a few steps forward and came to Raven: "I used to think that you were the worst god king and the most disgusting conqueror. You have slain my fellow citizens with such cruel means. And then he conquered me spiritually with such despicable means. ”

“……”

"I found out I was wrong." Mishakai admits her mistakes: "My narrow vision makes me think that we are the only ones who suffer. Think we've been treated in the most brutal form of unfair slavery. However, the more I understand this world that is about to be destroyed, the more I realize your greatness. ”

Raven suddenly felt that his head hurt so much, wearing a high hat?

"I've seen other Ultron Divine Continents. I have one conclusion - for the people in the last days, no amount of great goodness and justice is as important as a piece of bread that fills their stomachs. No amount of mercy is more important than a safe haven from demons, devils, and natural disasters! I dare say, none of them did it better than you! ”

Raven was speechless.

Mishakai gently hugged Raven's waist: "For the people of the dragon lance, for more people of Ultron to be rescued...... Even if I still hate you, I am willing to serve you with all my heart. ”

What the hell is this? (To be continued.) )