Dark...

Or that endless darkness...

Carolus fell into a coma the moment her mortal body was traumatized, and her consciousness returned to this mysterious and unknown space the moment the connection was broken.

"Omenwolf Wolves..."

Transformed into a ball of light, he muttered the name over and over again, as if still haunted by the fact that he had been defeated—thanks to the real touch, Carolus could be said to have experienced death again.

It doesn't feel good!

As the Misty Mountain barbarian gripped his heart, the pain was so intense that his mind went blank, and it felt as if time and space had turned.

The picture in front of me turned pale and shattered, and the scenes of the past were presented in front of me like a slideshow...

yes

Carolus relived despair once again!

Just like the boulders that fell from the sky, as a mortal at that time, he was powerless to fight with heaven and earth, so he could only tremble under that great force, and do his best to protect the people he loves from harm.

And now?

With chips and divine powers, how can I feel hopeless when I think of myself as a god?

It's a shame!

Carolus couldn't help but start to reflect...

"What is the reason for your failure?"

"Is it the divine power that can only dissolve each other but cannot extinguish the characteristics of the other? Or is it the Omenwolf that is far more powerful than mortals? Or is it that bloody and evil sacrifice that provided some unknown bonus to that barbarian?"

"No, no, no... None of these are..."

Carolus knew exactly what was wrong with her – self-confidence!

This simple word has made him different, from an ordinary little person to a trace of unrealistic fantasy, feeling that the world is in his own hands.

But too much self-confidence often turns into conceit...

After suddenly possessing a powerful power to dominate the lives of others, ignoring the classes and rules of the world, Carolus almost lost himself in a series of victories and smooth sailing.

Leading a 1,000-hearted and temporary highlander legion to defeat an elite of 3,000 people under the command of its leader while the Misty Mountain people ravaged several major territories?

Walking in his kingdom of God, looking at the souls of the dead, Carolus felt compelled to reflect on some of his actions...

True

For the divine power that he has.

The number of mortals was not the main factor in determining the outcome of the battle, but he still underestimated the existence favored by the native gods.

Thinking back to the details of the battle with the Omenwolf Wolf, Carolus was keenly aware that perhaps the gods who controlled the world behind the scenes were not as unbearable as he imagined, or at least they had far more ways to gain power than they had come from themselves.

After all, relative to oneself, people don't know how long they have existed in the long river of history...

"Looks like they've been paying attention to me..."The message from the Omenwolf made Carolus feel a sense of urgency and the pressure that came with it, "Sacrifice..."

Stroll to the temple area,

The Heroic Spirit, led by the Earl, is doing well in this illusory world, and his current name is Adam, which Carolus gave him to distinguish from his current name.

Chip did as he wished, faithfully carrying out the order to shape all the souls of his enemies into women.

So when Carolus entered the palatial palace, he saw Adam and his knights laughing and playing with them, chasing and playing around the white jade pillars.

"The Most High Father!"

Everyone knelt down the moment they saw him and saluted respectfully.

With a wave of his hand, Carolus sat down on the throne that belonged to Adam, and looked at the souls whose memories had been lost, but who had retained the fighting skills in front of them, and who had been rewritten into their personalities by chips, fell into deep thought.

"Sacrifice...?"

"Is it in the form of a sacrifice to receive some kind of reward...?"

"I heard there's a god named Ereda Oxser...?"

He recalls what he had seen from the books in Reims' collection:

It says that she can reap the power of the death of every sacrifice, and that she is constantly longing for the day when she can regain her physical form and dominate the land. To this end, her followers build evil altars for bloody human sacrifices to summon her demonic warriors to serve them?

"The brute who could control the wolves danced with the wolves, and it seems that he was planning to take Amy and Anna away for sacrifice?"

"Amy was only branded with the god crest later, and Dances with Wolves left her at the beginning and only took Anna with her..."

"So..."

Carolus seemed to understand something!

"The sacrifice can only be a devotee branded with the crest of the gods, but what is the use of such sacrifices, and what benefits does it provide to the gods themselves?"

"Harvest power from the death of every sacrifice, and always yearn for the day when she will regain her physical form and dominate the land..."

"Solid form?!"

He rose from his throne with some excitement, and this abrupt action caused the bewildered souls to fall to their knees again and look up at their king.

Carolus glanced at them.

"The demonic warriors who summoned her to serve it... This is probably the heroic spirit formed after the earl and his knights were branded with divine tattoos, but unfortunately died and their souls returned to the divine realm..."

He couldn't wait to test some of his conjectures!

"Offerings... Offerings..."

Carolus meditated on the word in his mind, contemplating the weight it contained.

Although he was forced to get involved in this war only because he wanted to integrate into the world as an earl, from now on, "this war has just begun!" Carolus recalls the gods that the people of the Misty Mountains believe in, and the sacrifices that will soon be sacrificed to him, "Virgilvis... May what you get be worthy of the price you will pay..."

"Lance Ilcutlin!"

At this time, the First Apostle, who was leading his subordinates to withdraw to the territory, raised his head, turned over and dismounted, knelt on the ground in a pious posture, and listened to the oracle from the bottom of his heart: "From this day on, all those who believe in the false god Virgivius are heretics!!!"

"Obey your oracle!"

Brown and Angel, who were far away in Ilcutrin, also bowed their heads, and joined the Templars as they listened to the majestic voice that exploded in everyone's heart: "Whoever wants to give a reward, and who has a divine crest, sacrifice to me!"