Many times, the world will not develop the way you planned, just as Gawain thought that the confrontation between the royal family and the eastern realm would last at least until the end of the construction of the Great Wall, and Ansu would have at least a year of peace before the war rekindled, but the fact is that more than half a year has passed, and another fire has burned from an unexpected place - to be honest, the actions of the Death Society were not expected by Gawain.

He did know that the dark sect was a hidden danger, and he knew that the cultists were full of madness and destruction, but until he discovered the "vine" in the shadow realm, he didn't expect that the erosion of the end of all things would be so serious, and until last month, he didn't expect that they would directly attack the royal family and the aristocratic army in the east - by this point, their actions had completely departed from the concept of "dark sect".

On the 5th of the month of Ansu's recovery in 738, Gawain, Amber and others returned to Cecil City, and immediately summoned the personnel in charge of military and intelligence.

In a high-level conference room in the government hall, Amber reports the information that has just been sent by his subordinates:

“…… About two-thirds of the MIA operatives had received orders and were on their way back to the south, and the remaining one-third were missing, and the last time they sent back information was on the last day of last month, when agents in the royal control of White Pine Town reported that local residents were holding secret and suspicious gatherings, and that the local lord had not been seen for three weeks. ”

Gawain looked at Amber: "What is the main area of the missing people?" ”

"The intersection and confrontation between the Royal-controlled area and the Eastern Border Control Zone, and the intelligence in these areas has been completely cut off at present."

Hetty, who was on Gawain's right, stood up: "Since the end of last month, the ranks of merchants, travelers, and adventurers from the above-mentioned areas have all been interrupted, and the last time the checkpoints in the Rock Fortress and the Gülen region have registered arrivals from the above-mentioned areas was on the 41st of the cold month, a caravan - we have now closely monitored all the people who entered from the above-mentioned areas throughout last winter, and are still stranded in the south, and have not found any phenomena carrying curses, magic spells, or plagues, but the quarantine continues. In addition, the information from Baisha Mining is normal, and the order in the east has not been affected, and I have ordered Holm to be vigilant and prepare for evacuation. ”

Gawain nodded and turned to Rebecca, "Is there any progress on Kamel's side?" ”

Rebecca quickly stood up as well: "Yes, yes, Mr. Carmel took out a lot of information, including the characteristics of the various stages of the mutation of the gods and the characteristics of the magic reaction, he said that the biggest feature of the gods is that they will uncontrollably release the arcane energy with mixed attributes, but he also said that this is all a thousand years ago, and there is no guarantee that the gods that will be created by the end of all things will be the same." ”

Finally, Gawain looked at Philip and Byron.

"The armoured forces have been assembled at Rock Fortress and in the Gülen area," said Philip as the first to stand up, "and in addition to the chariots with heavy burners, we have prepared a large amount of 'conventional' fuel, including alchemical grease and viscous gums. ”

This was followed by Byron: "Battleships can block the Dolgon at any time." ”

Gawain exhaled.

Fortunately, no matter how unexpected the actions of the Society of the End of All Things were, he really didn't fail to deal with it.

He's always prepared for the worst.

Then, he turned his gaze to Thorderling.

The high-ranking ranger had already taken the initiative to stand up, making it look like he was waiting for orders.

"Take your best teammates, bring your best equipment, and enter the eastern part of the Whitsunday Plains, you must understand the situation there."

Hetty took a slight breath, and although she had already guessed that there would be such a situation, she couldn't help but remind: "This may be regarded as a provocation or even an invasion by the noble lords of the Holy Spirit Plains......"

"Then they are welcome to come to me with their heads to protest," Gawain said lightly, "they are not capable of protecting their land and people, I will help them, and if they are not able to recognize the situation, then I will help them." ”

He then went on to order: "Tölderrin, enter the confrontation zone in the direction of the Pompeii-Lemburg-Giant Log crossing, but do not go too deep, and signal immediately if you find a refugee who can be saved, and I will order Sir Wald to prepare a fleet of mechanical ships to be on standby at the mouth of the Dolgon, ready to meet you at any time - but if the spread of the plague is found to have begun...... Withdraw it immediately. ”

The high-ranking ranger struck his hand in the chest: "Yes." ”

Gawain will do his best to help the people of the Plains of the Holy Spirit who may already be in danger, but he will not be able to save everyone, and he must first ensure the safety of the south in light of the deadly plague that has spread deep in the Royal-Eastern Confrontation Zone, and the infection of refugees fleeing from these areas.

……

In the Holy Spirit Plains, deep in the confrontation area, a sudden thick fog enveloped the entire Giant Wood Crossing area.

White Pine Town, Giant Wood Valley, Gorrondo Region, Gray Mountain City, Boulder City...... In just a few hours, more than a dozen towns and countless villages, camps, and manors were shrouded in mist.

The sun was already in the sky, but the heat of the sun still could not dispel the dense fog, houses, churches, bell towers, spires, city walls, everything was hazy in the gray-white fog, the sunlight from the sky was particularly dim and weak due to the thick fog, under the weak light of the sky, the doors and windows of every house were closed, and the towns seemed to suddenly become empty cities.

In front of a barracks, the soldiers were looking uneasily at the scene on the street not far away, and there seemed to be a terrifying power hidden in this abnormal fog, even the brave soldiers couldn't help but get nervous after seeing the faint street in the fog.

"What the hell is the weather...... The thick fog of shit," one soldier clenched his spear in his hand, cursing to ease the tension deep inside, "the fog is too great this spring!" ”

"I've never seen such fog in my life," muttered another soldier, "I've heard that this kind of ghost weather is only on Typhon's side—they spend half of the year in fog. ”

"I'm a little tickle — I suspect I haven't showered all winter."

"Don't doubt it, you #haven't bathed all winter."

A few small talks seemed to dispel the tension in the soldiers' hearts, and they relaxed, and once again cast their eyes on the shadowy streets in the distance.

A tall figure emerging from the fog came into the soldier's sight.

"What people!" The soldiers subconsciously clenched their weapons and shouted at the figure that came out of the thick fog.

In another town, several knights who were patrolling the perimeter of the lord's castle stopped cautiously, and a tall figure with a large shadow came out of the eerie fog in the distance, silently approaching.

The figure was dressed in a wide black robe, and all of his countenance was hidden in the shadows of the hood, and the knights could only make out that the other person was astonishingly tall - like the legendary people of the mountains who were half giants, nearly three meters tall and could only be looked up.

The knights quickly drew their swords in their hands and shouted, "Stop! You're stepping onto the Viscount's forbidden land! ”

The tall figure stopped, and in the shadows of the dark hood, there seemed to be a pair of heterogeneous eyes quietly watching the knights in front of them.

The knights suddenly felt a little itchy on their bodies.

Towns, streets, black robes, nearly three meters tall figure walked out of the dense fog.

They wander the streets as if aimlessly, but they appear almost evenly everywhere.

The closed doors and windows opened, and a large number of civilians hiding in the houses came out.

Some of them were nervous, some were fanatical, some were delighted, and they walked out into the street with all kinds of expressions, silently and tacitly, following behind the tall figures.

More bewildered eyes appeared behind the open windows, and the owners of these sights looked at the street in a trance, as if they did not know what was happening, but as the tall black-robed figures passed in front of them, the trance in these sights gradually faded, and they also opened the door of their house and walked out into the street.

On the roof of a church, almost identical-looking twin elves stood on the eaves, smiling at the scene in the fog.

"Do you hear that?" They whispered, "That heart really started beating......

……

The sound of a heartbeat filled the entire underground rift, powerful and powerful, intimidating the minds of everyone who dared to set foot here.

The Patriarchs of the End of Everything, who were guarding the Abyss of Flesh, stood on a platform floating above the magma, holding their breath and staring forward with great enthusiasm and expectation.

A huge mass of flesh bound in mid-air by rune chains was constantly wriggling and changing with the sound of a heartbeat, and after each heartbeat, the behemoth and twisted piece of flesh would become more condensed, more detached from the terrifying, filthy form of blood.

It gradually condensed its limbs, gradually condensed its fur, and gradually condensed into the form of a giant deer.

Countless blindfolded, ear-gagged, rune collar-clad slaves lined up on the long bridge, walking along the bridges leading to the body of the false god, every time they approached a few meters of the "giant deer", their bodies would be eroded by some invisible force, instantly turned into indescribable twisted flesh, and merged into the body of the false god - and then most of the flesh would be discarded as "waste" and fall into the surging magma below, leaving only a few shimmering "factors" left, It has become the "food" for the growth of the body of the false god.

It is the element of sin that has been inherited from the time of Gondor and belongs to the gods.

Now, they are reunited, and a new god is being shaped.

However, the number is still not enough, this level of "sacrifice" is still not enough, the process of awakening the body of the false god is stalled in the last step, the giant deer that has initially possessed a sense of sacredness and power floats quietly above the magma, its eyes are still closed, and the fur on its body and the blood vessels and muscles under the fur are constantly wriggling, as if it continues to converge and collapse.

A figure walked out from the depths of the shadows, he was dressed in a black priest's robe with intricate patterns, but his face was hidden in the depths of some kind of distorted illusion, he stepped into the air to the position of the head of the "giant deer", and the sect chief of the dead on the platform and the priests in the distance had already knelt down neatly: "Grand Patriarch! ”

The Grand Imam of the Dead Event, who had locked himself in a secret room for hundreds of years and almost never appeared in public, finally left his room and came to this final ceremonial arena.

"Now it's just one last step," the man with his face shrouded in illusion began, "the awakening of the artificial gods requires more divine factors, the first and final believers......

"Let's get started."

……

Goodo......

The soldier swallowed nervously—though the black-robed figure had stopped not far from him.

He had to pluck up his courage with a loud shout: "Take off your hood - immediately!" ”

The black-robed figure stood motionless until half a minute later, when he tilted his head slightly, as if listening to a voice in the air.

Then, it took off its hood, and its black robe quietly turned to ashes.

A giant of flesh and crystal stood in the mist, its inhuman, crystallized eyeballs staring at the soldier in front of him.

The soldier's mouth opened in great horror, but he had nothing left to make a sound.

He looked at the giant, trembling as if he were looking at a messenger of God, his teeth quickly turning into crystals, clusters growing on his body, bones crackling, and energy surging between flesh and blood.

He raised his head, and in the rapidly alienating vision, he saw a divine light emerge from the depths of the fog, and a giant white deer with light-forged horns and crystal-textured eyes came out of the light.

The giant deer looked at him with pity, as if he were looking at everyone in this world, and a sigh came from the light.

That sigh seemed to contain endless regret and helplessness.

Ansu 738, the 10th of the month of recovery.

The first catastrophe of this era caused by the power of the gods was started by the hands of humans.