In the bleak night, there was a silence as if it were death.

The stone bricks, which had not been watered with blood for many years, were now oozing scarlet liquid.

A dark figure stood silently on the city wall.

At his feet was a huge hole that had been blasted out during the day, as if it had been slammed open by something.

A few hours had passed since the end of the battle.

The victorious people have celebrated this hard-won moment with a feast in the occupied city.

The battle was quite fierce.

The tragedy arrived at Dalun and couldn't help but take action.

The enemy's resistance was stubborn, even as the walls broke and one area after another was occupied.

But they never gave up.

On the other hand, on your own side, even if the morale is high.

However, due to the lack of high-end combat power on the field, as well as the scattered crowd.

As a result, they had a rout for a while.

If you hadn't pressed it yourself, you would have stopped the situation.

He even shook his mind and thought of asking the Great Lord of Twilight directly.

But after thinking about it, Darren felt that if he encountered any difficulties, he would find a god of faith.

Not only will the Order of Twilight fail to grow in the true sense of the word, but it will also leave a bad impression on the Lord of Twilight.

This is something he will not tolerate.

Fortunately, the scales of victory tipped in favor of the Order of Twilight.

Darren looked silently at the ground beneath his feet.

Countless bodies lay on it, both enemy and own.

These lying bodies, revealing eerie white bones, exude the smell of death.

The breath seeped deep into the corpse, and even the cracks in the skull were not blood, but a black liquid.

Darren's eyes were clearly visible from above.

Their bodies were all more or less surrounded by the smell of blood.

At the same time, countless crows hovered in the sky.

A large area of black pressure pressed the sky.

But they didn't dare to make a sound, because there was an aura of terror that locked them firmly.

It seems that if they dare to fly down and nibble on it, then what awaits them will be equal death.

Eventually, the hovering crows flew to other places, but there were still a few who were unwilling.

Black eyes were fixed on the severed limbs on the ground.

Darren sighed softly, and then bright flames suddenly exploded in the crows, and then swept in all directions.

The sky was suddenly lit up by a "cloud" of flames.

Then countless sparks fell, and the scene was like a dream.

The blood-stained face flickered in the light and disappeared into the darkness.

Darren used this as a farewell ceremony.

Whether it is friend or foe, farewell to those who died in pursuit of ideals.

But in other words, there is nothing wrong with saying that he died because of his own selfish desires.

After all, my original idea was to get the resources here.

But Darren was never one to stop because of a tragic death.

He will firmly put his ideals into practice.

But what is your ideal?

Those who fought for it were killed for the sake of a life in which they would not go hungry in the future.

Those nobles are for the greater good.

And what about yourself?

Darren was well aware that he had always been for the ideals of the Lord of Dusk.

So what is His ideal......

Is it really just to drag the world into the twilight?

Darren was silent for a moment, and then his figure faded into the darkness above the walls.

He came to the camp of wounded soldiers.

What you see is a sad atmosphere.

with death

Everything that comes with death is often more horrific than death: moans and spasms, discolored faces, weepings of relatives and friends, mourning clothes and funeral rites.

The celebratory songs of the banquet in the center of the city could not be conveyed here, the wounded barracks in the corner of the city.

Victory seems to have forgotten them.

These injured people feel more uncertain about the future than ever before.

The war was won, but they were also crippled.

How can a cripple survive in this world?

So victory has nothing to do with them, and no one knows this better than them.

"High Priest ......"

Some sharp-eyed people saw Darren here.

For a while, he struggled to get up, wanting to salute.

They were filled with gratitude to the High Priest who had been able to take care of the common people in the Order.

Because no one wants to cast their eyes on the dust they live in the mud.

But only the great Lord of Twilight willing.

Only the High Priest, the believers of God, are willing.

This is also an important factor in their willingness to become believers, to believe in the Lord of Twilight, and to fight for it.

They believed that the future depicted by the High Priest would come to fruition.

"High Priest ......"

"Ahem, High Priest......

Countless people struggled to their feet, looking at Darren with expectant eyes.

Because his presence here means that the Order remembers them.

"Uh-huh......

Darren looked at the eyes that seemed to brighten up and nodded to them.

"Rest assured, we are bathed in the glory of the Lord of Twilight."

"The great gods don't give up on anyone, and we don't give up on anyone."

"All the believers who have fought for this, I will remember you as you were, and I will not forget your sweat."

"I'm Darren Theodore!"

"I hereby swear to the Lord of the Twilight that I will make arrangements for everyone and will never give up any believer who has shed blood for Him."

"No matter what kind of person, no matter what kind of occupation."

"We are all holy and equal as believers in the Lord of the Twilight."

He paused slightly, then looked at everyone with a resolute gaze.

"The Great Lord of Twilight."

"I will offer you my loyalty."

"With the sword and sword in my hand, I will fight for you until the last moment with the firmest faith!"

"Praise the Lord of Dusk!"

Darren said in a firm tone as he looked into the eyes that looked at him.

His voice covered every inch of the wounded barracks, and it also ignited hope in everyone's hearts.

"The Great Lord of Twilight."

"I will offer you my loyalty."

"With the sword and sword in my hand, I will fight for you until the last moment with the firmest faith!"

"Praise the Lord of Dusk!"

Their eyes seemed to glow with the burning light of fire.

The sound of shouts in unison swept across the corpse-strewn wilderness, and spread far and wide across the dark earth.