The artificial god opened his eyes for the first time.

It was a pair of eyes that were difficult to describe in words. It was as clear as crystal, and there were countless lights and restraints in it. An ultimate beauty and purity seemed to be condensed in those huge eyes. However, these eyes did not contain any emotion at this moment. It just stared quietly, staring at the mortal floating in front of it and boldly provoked. There was no hostility, no friendship, or even a trace of curiosity and concern in its sight.

Belltila felt her eyes and brain stinging. She did not meet with the gods' eyes, but just seeing the other person's eyes from a distance, she felt that her own spirit was impacted. However, she did not look away, but instead stared at everything about to happen, including the black-robed priests standing on the floating island, no one looked away.

The Grand Priest looked at the god's eyes calmly, then walked forward, and his body was gradually shrouded in a layer of illusion light, as if it had merged with the holy brilliance around the artificial god.

The ultimate disobedience, the most extreme negation and confrontation of the gods, is its last step to inject human nature into the gods, in order to erase the gods...

Human beings will be freed from the shackles created by divinity and gain the power to develop freely, and a god standing in the human camp will be born in a ceremony and become the first weapon for mortals to fight against the gods.

The headmaster's body gradually dissolved in the light, and a hazy glow slowly penetrated into the forehead of the artificial god. Belltila felt that blood had begun to ooze from the corners of her eyes, but she still stared at all without blinking, staring at the ceremony to the last step.

The ministers of the darkness lowered their heads and sang ancient prayers in unison. The prayer was once used to praise the supreme power of Amoen, the god of nature. But at this moment, the prayer contained endless depression, as if a funeral song declared that one of the gods would end completely today.

All things will eventually perish, and God will do the same in this world where no one can escape the destruction. The druid priests who fell into darkness no longer expect any eternal or supreme power. They abandoned their awe of God and naturally no longer yearned for that god. They did not intend to create a god, nor did they intend to make themselves gods. Their real purpose was to turn God into humans.

Belltila's hand gently brushed across the rough cover of the Ultimate Book and said softly: "The God of Nature will become history. No matter where the Julu Amoen finally fell in that year, no matter what means the gods rely on to resurrect themselves in every cycle of reincarnation, from now on, at least this God will no longer exist..."

The endless light in the air finally completely merged into the body of the artificial god. A low breath broke the silence of the ceremony scene. Belltila woke up from her meditation. She raised her head and saw the artificial god slowly closing her eyes with surprise and expectation.

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

There was only endless chaos and madness inside.

...

The hazy and magnificent magic barrier surrounds the borders of the former empire, and the wasteland inside the barrier is as always.

The dark and deep clouds were pressing down heavily like lead. The disorderly wind roared in all directions, and the smoke and dust flew, covering the sky. Energy lightning flashed between the clouds and dust storms, emitting continuous low roars and bright flashes.

In the "energy thunderstorm" that is often encountered in this wasteland, the wanderer who transforms into a tree moves his complex roots, and the entire forest squirms, climbing up a hill covered with black crystal stones.

A larger energy arc flashed, and the strong light almost ran across the sky. In the low rumbling sound that followed, countless giant distortions hovering around the forest became restless, roaring at the sky, while quickly looking for a safe corner in the forest.

In the middle of the forest, an old tree shaking its branches, and a shriveled and terrifying face appeared on the wrinkled bark. This face stared at the distant north and into the direction of the Ansu Kingdom.

Another energy arc streaked across the sky, and in the pale flash, the leader of the wanderer let out a low and hoarse laugh.

"Injected into human nature...

"Poor Grand Master, do you think that when you arrive in the Kingdom of God and see the knowledge of God, what you have is still human nature?"

Rust came from the side, and another giant tree wriggled its roots and walked by, and a low and hoarse voice came from the air: "God... God is not lacking in human nature..."

"It has nothing to do with us," said the leader of the Prowler slowly. "The shackles imposed on us have been lifted, and we can finally end this endless wandering and self-exile. It is time to unfold our own plan. Let's go to the old capital, where the deep blue well has the energy we need, and we will complete the last step to embrace the new world."

"Yes, Master."

...

The monsters that attacked from the southeast of the plain were all crazy.

It seemed as if some unknown force had affected the minds of all the crystal cluster monsters at the same time, and it seemed that the crystal cluster commanders fell into madness at the same time. The originally orderly and disciplined monster army turned into a violent wave of beasts overnight.

The number of monsters seemed to be endless, coming from the plain day and night, and under the drive of instinct, rushing the city defense of San Sunil. Looking from a high place, you can only see the surging black tide, the earth shakes, and dense crystals shine with a chaotic and crazy light in the sky. The continuous arcane lightning jumped between these monsters, constantly gathering into powerful energy-gathering spears, bombarding San Sunil's shields and exterior walls again and again like siege hammers. The roars and explosions that made people feel shattered throughout the outer city, and even came into the inner city!

The knights guarding the city ran around the high walls, repelling the monsters who tried to climb up the city walls again and again. The nervous and fearful soldiers gathered next to the catapults and large crossbows, and kept shooting burning stone bullets and crossbow arrows at the enemy's tide as the commander shouted.

The sky was gloomy and terrifying. The whistling wind was filled with scattered raindrops, carrying the abnormal cold of this season. The dark sky seemed to reflect the heavier hearts of the people. In the dark sky, even the most brave and warlike corps were quickly losing morale, even the knights continued to activate their inspiring extraordinary power, which had little effect.

But whenever the soldiers' physical strength and morale drop to a certain level, a grand light curtain lit up on the city wall, mixed with holy and ethereal echoes in the middle. The light curtain seemed to briefly dispel the haze of the sky. In that flash, in the illusory light and warmth as if it were as if it were dreams, the knights and soldiers once again recovered their strength and rushed to the city wall again...

The strong wind whistled across the upper floor of the castle. The unclosed windows suddenly blew away by the strong wind. The cold raindrops and the cold wind rushed into the house. The panic maid ran to close the window, fearing that she would be punished if she was slowed down for a second, even though the owner of the room was not present at the moment.

The window was closed for two seconds, and the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and two figures walked in quickly. Both figures were fully armed and covered with a cold breath. They stayed in the cold wind for too long, so that the wind and rain outside seemed to follow them into the room. The moment the door was pushed open, the maid even suspected that the window she had just closed was blown open by the wind again.

"Your Highness, Lord Duke."

"Well, you can quit."

"yes."

The maid left the room respectfully without losing her voice, and the two figures walked towards the desk and the high-backed chair. One of the men wearing silver-white and gold-patterned armor came to the widest velvet seat, and took off his helmet and threw it on the table next to him. Under the helmet, the face of Wales Moen was exposed.

"The barrier has temporarily stabilized. With the extra energy supply from the magic focus of the West City area, the Saint Sunil shield should be able to last for a while," Wales Moen looked at the Duke of the West who followed him into the house. "The cathedral's priest regiment also went up to the city wall in time, and the morale and rest problems of the soldiers are being alleviated."

"But those monsters are becoming more and more terrifying," said the Duke of Westward Territory Berdevin Franklin, who was wearing a dark blue star weaving robe, but a chain mail could be seen vaguely inside the robe. This made the somewhat bookish Duke of the Guardian, who had lost his organization, but it became more fierce and fearless. If it was on the plain battlefield, this was a weakness, but at this moment, they had a huge numerical advantage and created a siege, which became very dangerous."

Wales was silent for a moment and suddenly asked, "When will the Western Frontier Legion arrive?"

"In two days they were near Pingshui Lake," said Berdwin Franklin. "Don't worry, your highness, they will ease the situation."

"I know...but what I worry most is not Saint Sunil," Wales said quickly, "Please inform your army and divide half of the manpower to arrange defense lines along the west bank of the Gorgon River, from north to south..."

Berdevin immediately reacted: "Are you worried about those monsters crossing the river?"

"As you said," Wales nodded slowly, "those monsters are already crazy, and their actions are no longer logical... When they were still a large army, they would focus on attacking target strongholds, and have clear intentions to enforce orders, but now they are crazy... Once the wandering monsters cross the river in large numbers and enter the west of the Holy Spirit Plain, the consequences are terrible."

"I will arrange it immediately," Bedvin Franklin nodded, and then mentioned another thing, "Your Highness, I have received news that the troops in the southern border left the Rock Fortress almost a month ago. They were active in the southern plains, and they seemed to be fighting against the monsters. Due to the poor news, the intelligence has just arrived and the specific situation is unknown."

"…Cecil..." Wales whispered this word, then shook his head, "It's too far, we have to rely on ourselves first."

Berdevin Franklin looked quietly at Wales for a few seconds before speaking: "Not everyone can remain firm and the nobles of the inner city are now seriously shaken. The nobles of the royal capital have been divided into two factions, and the people who advocate defending and abandoning the city and running away are almost half. Their quarrels have even affected the stability of the Knights of the City Guarding City. A large number of knights are not only loyal to the royal family, but also members of various families themselves, and their families are now planning to escape."

"Abandon the city, abandon the city... Where can I escape from the city?" Wales clenched his fists and said bitterly, "Saint Sunil is the last fortress currently blocking the central axis of the Holy Spirit Plain. Once it is broken, those monsters can go straight into the ground to pollute the entire western plain! The western plain is a grain-producing land, and it is open and unpredictable to defend. The strongest castle is not as good as a tower in Saint Sunil to give up here, which is equivalent to giving up the entire Ansu. Escape from it is just waiting to die slowly. Are they still planning to seek asylum in the Ogure Tribe State?!"

"...I'm afraid yes, my highness," said Bedevin Franklin slowly, "the Ogure tribe state, the Violet Kingdom, and even the northern barbarian states... those who advocate abandoning the city and running away may have already packed their clothes at home and found a place to stay in these countries."

“…”

For a long time afterwards, Wales Moon didn't say a word.

Berdevin Franklin just looked at him quietly, looking at the crown prince who had been away from Silver Castle for many years, and did not say a word.

A few minutes later, Wales stood up, picked up his helmet from the table next to him, and slowly put it on his head.

Berdevin's eyes followed Wales' movements: "Where are you going?"

"Go to the wall again."

"The crown prince can indeed motivate soldiers when he goes to the front line, but in this situation, the little morale you bring to the front line too frequently may not be enough to make up for the danger you are facing."

Wales turned his back to the Duke of the West, and his steps stopped for half a second, but in the end he said nothing and walked out of the study.

Berdevin Franklin looked quietly in the direction of Wales leaving, and after a long time, he said softly:

"Of course, if you're not just visiting the city walls...that's another matter."

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