For the first time, the artificial god opened his eyes.

It was a pair of eyes that are difficult to describe in words, they were as clear as crystals, and there were countless brilliance and restraint in them, and an extreme beauty and purity seemed to be condensed in those huge eyes, but these eyes did not contain any emotion at the moment - it just stared silently, at the mortal who floated in front of it and boldly provoked, there was no hostility in its sight, no friendliness, not even the slightest curiosity and care.

Bertila felt a faint tingling in her eyes and brain, she didn't make contact with the god's gaze, but just seeing the other person's eyes from a distance already felt her own spirit be shocked, but she didn't look away, but instead watched as if she was deliberately confrontational - including the black-robed priests standing on the floating island, no one looked away.

The Grand Imam calmly met the eyes of the gods, and then walked forward, his body gradually enveloped in a layer of phantom light, as if it had become one with the holy radiance surrounding the man-made god.

The final step of disobedience, the most extreme negation and confrontation of the gods, is to inject humanity into the gods, so as to erase the divinity.

Humanity will be freed from the shackles created by divinity and gain the power to develop freely, and a god who stands in the side of humanity will be born in a ritual to become mortals' first weapon against the gods.

The Grand Imam's body gradually dissolved into the light, and a hazy light slowly sank into the man-made god's forehead, and Bertila felt that blood had begun to ooze from the corners of her eyes, but she still stared at it all without blinking, staring at the last step of the ritual.

The Dark Patriarchs bowed their heads and chanted in unison the ancient prayer that had once been used to praise the supreme power of Amon, the god of nature, but at this moment, this prayer contained an endless low and oppressive voice, like a funeral ballad, announcing that one of the gods would be completely ended today.

All things die, and so does God - in this world where no one can escape destruction, the druid priests who have fallen into darkness have long since ceased to expect any eternal or supreme power, they have abandoned the fear of God, and naturally they no longer aspire to that godhood, they do not intend to make a god, nor do they intend to make themselves gods, their real purpose is actually to turn gods into people.

Bertila's hand gently brushed the rough cover of the Ultimate Book, and said softly: "The god of nature will become history, no matter where the giant deer Ammon finally fell back then, no matter what means the gods rely on to resurrect themselves in every reincarnation, from now on, at least this god seat will cease to exist......

The endless brilliance in mid-air finally merged into the man-made god's body, and a low breath broke the silence of the ceremony, and Berthira woke up from her deep thought, she looked up, full of surprise and anticipation, to see that the man-made god was slowly closing his eyes.

After a moment of calm, those eyes finally slowly opened.

There's just endless chaos and madness.

……

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

The dark and deep clouds pressed down as if they had been filled with lead, the chaotic winds howled in all directions, the smoke and dust flew and obscured the sky, and the lightning of energy flowed between the clouds and the dust storm, emitting a continuous low roar and bright flashes.

In the "energy thunderstorms" often encountered in the wasteland, the prowler in the form of a tree moves its intricate roots, and the entire forest wriggles and climbs a hill covered in black crystalline stones.

An even greater arc of energy flashed, and the bright light almost stretched across the entire sky, and in the low rumble that followed, countless giant distorted objects hovering around the forest became agitated, roaring at the sky, and quickly looking for a safe corner in the forest.

In the middle of the forest, an old tree shook its branches, a shriveled and terrifying face appeared on its wrinkled bark, looking at the far north, in the direction of the Ansu Kingdom.

Another arc of energy streaked across the sky, and in the white light, the leader of the prowlers let out a low, hoarse laugh.

"Infused with humanity......

"Poor Grand Imam, 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 squirmed its roots and walked by, and the same low, hoarse voice came through the air: "God...... God is not short of human ......"

"It's none of our business," the leader of the Prowler said slowly, "the shackles that have been placed on us have been lifted, and we can finally put an end to this never-ending wandering and self-exile—it's time to start our own plans." Set off for the old imperial capital, where the deep blue well contains the energy we need, and where we will complete the final step of embracing the new world. ”

"Yes, Grand Imam."

……

The monsters that came from the southeast of the plains were crazy.

It was as if some unknown force had affected the minds of all the Crystal Cluster monsters at the same time, and it was as if those Crystal Cluster Commanders had fallen into madness at the same time, and the originally orderly and disciplined monster army had turned into a raging wave of beasts overnight.

A seemingly endless number of monsters surged from the direction of the plain day and night, and under the instinct of the drive, they attacked the city defenses of St. Sunil, and when you looked down from the heights, you could only see the black tide surging, the earth shaking, the dense crystals shining in the sky with a chaotic and crazy light, and continuous patches of arcane lightning jumped between these monsters, constantly converging into a powerful shaped spear, like a battering ram bombarding St. Sunil's shields and outer walls again and again, and the terrifying roars and explosions spread throughout the outer city, Even into the inner city!

The knights defending the city ran around the high walls, repelling monsters that tried to climb the walls again and again, and nervous and frightened soldiers gathered around trebuchets and large ballistae, constantly firing flaming stone bullets and crossbow arrows at the tide of enemies at the shouts of the commander.

The sky was overcast and terrible, the howling wind was wrapped in scattered raindrops, and with the unusually cold of the season, the dark sky seemed to reflect a heavier heart, and in the dim sky, even the bravest and most skilled soldiers were rapidly losing morale, even if the knights continued to unleash inspirational extraordinary power to little effect.

But whenever the physical strength and morale of the warriors dropped to a certain level, a grand curtain of light lit up on the city wall, mixed with the echo of holiness and etherealism, the light curtain seemed to dispel the haze of the sky for a short time, and in that fleeting, dream-like illusory light and warmth, the knights and soldiers once again regained their strength and rushed up the city wall again......

The wind howled through the upper floors of the castle, the windows that had not been closed were suddenly blown open, and the cold raindrops rushed into the house with the cold wind, and the frightened maids ran to close the windows, fearing that they would be punished for a second of delay, even if the owner of the room was not present at the moment.

The window had only been closed for two seconds when the door to the room was suddenly pushed open, and two figures walked in briskly. The two figures, both heavily armed and covered with a cold breath, had been 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 opened, the maid even suspected that the window she had just closed was blown open by the wind.

"Your Highness, Lord Duke."

"Well, you can step down."

"Yes."

The maid left the room respectfully and quickly, and the two figures walked towards the desk and high-backed chair. One of them, dressed in silver-white gold-trimmed armor, came to the widest velvet chair, and as he sat down, he removed his helmet and threw it on the table next to him, under which the face of Welsh Moen was revealed.

"The barrier has stabilized for the time being, and with the additional energy from the Magical Focus of the Western City, the Great Shield of St. Sunil should be able to hold out for a while," Welsh Moen looked at the Duke of the West, who had followed him into the house, "The priesthood of the cathedral has also reached the city wall in time, and the morale and recuperation problems of the soldiers are being eased." ”

"But those monsters are also becoming more and more terrifying," followed Wales into the house by the Duke of the West, Bodwin Franklin, who was wearing a dark blue star-woven robe, but a chain mail could be faintly seen in the robe, which gave the somewhat bookish Duke of the Protector a touch of bravery, "They lost their organization, but they became more fierce and fearless, if it was on the plains, it would be a weakness, but at this moment, they have a huge numerical advantage, A siege is created, and this becomes dangerous. ”

Wales was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "When will the Westside Legion arrive?" ”

"In two days—they are already near Flat Water Lake," said Bodwin Franklin, "rest assured, Your Highness, they will ease the situation." ”

"I know...... But my greatest fear is not Saint-Sunil," said Wales quickly, "inform your regiment and send half of their men to set up a line along the west bank of the Gorgon, from north to south, ......"

Bai Dewen immediately reacted: "Are you worried about those monsters crossing the river? ”

"As you say," 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 order and prohibit them with a clear purpose, but now they are crazy...... Once the wandering monsters cross the river in large numbers and enter the western part of the Whitsunday Plains, the consequences are terrible. ”

"I'll arrange it right away," Bodwin Franklin nodded, and then brought up one more thing, "Your Highness, I have received news that the troops of the South left the Rock Fortress almost a month ago, and they are operating in the southern part of the plains, and they seem to be fighting those monsters as well—due to poor news, the information has just arrived now, and the details are unknown. ”

“…… Cecil ......," Wales whispered, then shook his head, "It's too far, we're going to rely on ourselves first." ”

Bodwin Franklin looked at Wales silently for a few seconds before he spoke: "Not all of them can remain steadfast - the nobles of the inner city are now seriously shaken, the nobles of the royal capital have been divided into two factions, those who advocate holding on to the city and those who advocate abandoning the city and fleeing are almost evenly divided, and their quarrel has even affected the stability of the knights who defend the city - a large number of knights are not only loyal to the royal family, but also themselves are members of various families, and their families are now planning to escape. ”

"Abandon the city, abandon the city...... Where do you abandon the city and flee to? Wales clenched his fists and said bitterly, "St. Sunil is currently the last fortress blocking the central axis of the Whitsunday Plains, and once this place is broken, those monsters can drive straight into the entire Western Plains!" The western plains are a grain-producing area, an open area that can be defended, and the strongest castle is no match for a tower in St. Sunil - to give up this place is to give up the whole of Ansu, and to escape is only to wait for death, do they still plan to seek refuge in the Oguray tribal state?! ”

“…… I'm afraid so, my Highness," said Bodwin Franklin slowly, "the Oguray Tribes, the Violet Kingdoms, and even the Northern Barbarian States...... Those who advocate abandoning the city and fleeing may have already packed up at home and found a place to stay in these countries. ”

“……”

For a long time afterward, Welsh Moen did not say a word.

Bodwin Franklin just looked at him quietly, 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 his helmet from the table next to him, and slowly put it on his head.

Bardwin's gaze followed Wales' movements: "Where are you going?" ”

"One more trip to the walls."

"It is true that the crown prince is on the front line as an inspiration, but in the current situation, the little morale that you bring from being on the front line too often may not be enough to compensate for the danger you are facing."

Wales had 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.

Bodwin Franklin watched quietly in the direction Wales had left, and for a long time then said softly:

"Of course, if you're not just going to inspect the walls...... That's a different story. ”

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