Hubert stopped the Walking Beast outside the already destroyed Church of the God of Souls.

He fastened the reins to the still-preserved column at the entrance of the church, and looked up at the building, which was no longer visible.

The mourning birds above the town let out a shrill chirp, as if complaining that the human had disturbed their feeding.

Hubert looked at the bones pressed under the stones, and the rancid smell in the air, and sighed tiredly again.

The secret order he received was 'Priest to find the god of souls.' ’

Scarreh is a multi-religious country, with different religions representing different factions of magic.

The church of the god of souls also exists in the capital of Scarlet, but the priests in it have all passed away, and after investigation, there is also a church and priests of the god of souls in this small town on the border of Scarlet.

When Hubert finally arrived at his destination, outside this church...... His last bit of hope also disappeared with the collapse of the church.

The destruction of String Moon by the Blood Crystal Beast was unknown how long ago.

Most of the residents of the town who were not killed by the Blood Crystal Beast chose to flee to the big city, and not many people would stay in this small town and wait for death.

The priests of the god of souls must have thought so too.

Hubert picked up a glowing crystalline stone and stepped into the rubble-strewn interior of the church.

It was an impossible task, and Hubert was just a pity that the king would let so many young men accompany him to his death, and even one of his daughters.

"General Hubert, it looks like there are still living residents inside!"

Elena spoke up after the veteran general.

This sentence made Hubert's figure tremble slightly, and he immediately raised the light crystal in his hand.

The light dispelled the darkness completely, illuminating the messy hall and the refugees huddled in the corners.

"Anyone else alive? That's great... Great......"

General Hubert muttered to himself as he watched the inhabitants as he walked to see too many villages and towns destroyed by the Bloodcrystal.

Moonstring was one of the first cities to be destroyed by the Bloodcrystal, but there were still survivors in the church, which was enough to surprise Hubert.

The excitement just swelled up in Hubert's heart, and it disappeared in less than three seconds.

But what's the use of having survivors?

Hubert quickly calmed down, and he used the light crystals in his hand to see the survivors of the building.

If it had been the case in the past, Hubert might have said, 'Don't worry! The Kingdom Army has come to your rescue! That's the kind of thing that comes on.

But now Hubert himself doesn't know if he will be able to return to the royal capital safely, and he has no power left to save the survivors.

"I'm Elena, the seventeenth princess of the kingdom of Scarre."

Elena is not as pessimistic as Hubert, and she directly explains who she is as soon as she comes up.

The identity of the princess could have played an inspiring role, and she also learned this!

In this way, she wanted to cheer up the refugees who lived in the shadow of the Blood Crystal Beast.

But... No one responded to her.

These refugees did not have any fluctuations in their hearts when they saw the arrival of the princess of their country, and some even silently nibbled on the fresh meat buns that had not been eaten in their hands.

The fresh meat buns in their hands were still hot, and the aroma of the gravy spread throughout the church for a long time.

Elena wanted to say something encouraging or two, but her sense of smell was drawn to the scent wafting through the air...

In order to go to String Moon Town, Elena ate air-dried meat that was so salty that her tongue hurt for almost half a month, and she still ate one meal a day, only a little bit of a meal.

The food in the hands of these surviving refugees seems to be a little better than air-dried meat, and more than that!

"What do you eat?"

Elena took a deep breath and suppressed her hunger and asked about the refugees.

The refugees present did not answer Elena, and even the refugee who ate the fresh meat bun in front of Elena, heard Elena's inquiry and quickly stuffed the bun into his mouth.

"I, as the Seventeenth Princess, will not compete with you for food."

Elena said very seriously.

"Princess Elena, this is a little bit of our heart."

The middle-aged man, who was the leader of the refugees, was very shrewd, and he took out a fresh meat bun he had given to Queen Elena.

The tall figure of General Hubert standing beside Elena was a strong deterrent, and the princess was clearly interested in the food in their hands... If they really turn a blind eye, these kingdom armies don't know what they will do.

"Not really."

Elena waved her hands and wanted to refuse, judging by the shabby clothing of the refugees, their lives were already hard...

Although she thought so, her stomach made a whining sound.

"You have no need to refuse, Your Highness Elena." Hubert spoke up.

"Of course there is a need to refuse, General Hubert... I'll be able to hold on for a while. ”

Still, the princess endured the hunger in her stomach and pushed back the food that the refugee had handed her.

"You shouldn't be stubborn in a place like this."

General Hubert knew that the princess was very stubborn in some ways, including in her attitude towards the people.

In times of peace, this attitude would have been loved by the people, but in such a desperate situation, they still stuck to their own ideas... Except for General Hubert, who felt that the princess had a backbone, all that was left was stupidity.

"You did this?"

Ignoring General Hubert, Queen Elena inquired about the origin of the food after returning it to the refugees.

She could see at a glance that the living environment here was absolutely impossible to make... This cooked food comes.

It could be a merchant from a neighboring country passing through, or a handout from a kind lone magician, etc.

Either way, it was an opportunity for Elena to exchange for food.

"Of course not, it was given to us by the messenger of the Thundering God." The refugee replied immediately.

"The god of thunder?"

Elena was a little puzzled by this answer, and she glanced back at General Hubert behind her, hoping that General Hubert would give some advice.

"This is supposed to be the temple of the god of souls... Is any of you a priest of the God of Souls? ”

Hubert didn't want to find out how the food of the inhabitants was obtained, and now the most important thing was the priesthood of the god of souls.

As long as the priest of the God of Souls can be found, the mortally wounded soldiers under his command can still be saved.

"Priest of the God of Souls? We do see it. Said the resident at the head.

"Where's the priest?"

Hubert asked excitedly, but as soon as his words fell, an eerie roar suddenly came from outside the building.

Hubert, who had already seen a little hope, heard the voice as if his heart was being clutched by a dead man's arm.

This coldness and despair that goes deep into the bone marrow.

Those weird roars all those present clearly remembered that it was... The cry of the Bloodcrystal!