The artificial god opened his eyes for the first time.
Those are a pair of eyes that are difficult to describe in words. They are as clear as crystal, and there are countless brilliance in them. An ultimate beauty and purity seem to be concentrated in those huge eyes, but this The eyes do not contain any emotion at the moment - they just watch quietly, watching the mortal floating in front of him boldly making provocations. There is no hostility, no friendliness, and not even a trace of curiosity or concern in his eyes.
Bertila felt that her eyes and brain were tingling faintly. She did not meet the eyes of the god, but just seeing the other person's eyes from a distance already felt like her spirit was being affected. However, she did not look away. Instead, she stared at what was about to happen as if she was deliberately resisting. No one, including the black-robed priests standing on the floating island, looked away.
The Grand Priest calmly looked into the eyes of the god, and then stepped forward. His body was gradually shrouded in a layer of phantom light, as if he had merged with the holy light surrounding the artificial god.
Ultimate disobedience is the ultimate denial and confrontation of the gods. Its final step is to inject humanity into the gods to eliminate divinity. .
Human beings will be freed from the shackles created by divinity and gain the power to develop freely, and a god who stands in the human camp will be born in the ceremony and become the first weapon for mortals to fight against the gods.
The Grand Priest’s body gradually dissolved in the light, and a hazy glow slowly sank into the forehead of the artificial god. Bertila felt that blood had begun to seep from the corners of her eyes, but she still did not blink. Staring at all this, watching the ceremony proceed to the final step.
The dark priests lowered their heads and chanted ancient prayers in unison. The prayers were once used to praise the supreme power of Amorn, the god of nature, but at this moment, this prayer contained It contains endless low depression, like a funeral song, announcing that one of the gods will completely end today.
All things will eventually perish, and so will gods. In this world where no one can escape destruction, the Druid priests who have fallen into darkness no longer expect any eternity or supreme power. They have abandoned The reverence for God naturally means that they no longer yearn for that divine position. They do not intend to create a god, nor do they intend to make themselves gods. Their real purpose is to turn gods into humans.
Bertila's hand gently brushed the rough cover of the Book of Ultimates, and said softly: "The position of the God of Nature will become history, no matter where the giant deer Amorn finally fell, No matter what means the gods rely on to resurrect themselves in every reincarnation, from now on, at least this divine position will no longer exist..."
The endless brilliance in mid-air has finally been completely integrated. Within the body of the artificial god, a deep breathing broke the silence of the ceremony. Bertila woke up from her meditation. She raised her head and saw with surprise and expectation that the artificial god was slowly closing his eyes.
After a moment of calm, those eyesFinally it slowly opened.
There is only endless chaos and madness.
......
A hazy and majestic magic barrier surrounds the border of the former empire, and the wasteland inside the barrier remains as it always was.
The dark and deep clouds pressed down as if they were filled with lead. The disorderly wind howled in all directions, the smoke and dust flew, covering the sky. There were energy lightnings between the clouds and the dust storm. It flowed, emitting a continuous low roar and bright flashes.
In the "energy thunderstorms" often encountered in this wasteland, the wanderer transformed into a tree moved his intricate roots, and the whole forest squirmed, climbing up a tower covered with black crystal stones. of hills.
An even greater arc of energy flashed across, and the bright light almost spanned the entire sky. Amidst the deep rumble that followed, countless gigantic aberrations wandering around the forest began to stir, facing the sky. Letting out a roar, he quickly searched for a safe corner in the forest.
In the middle of the forest, an old tree swayed its branches, and a shriveled and terrifying face appeared on the wrinkled bark. This face stared at the distant north, at the Kingdom of Ansu. direction.
Another arc of energy streaked across the sky, and in the pale flash, the leader of the Prowler let out a deep, hoarse laugh.
“Injecting humanity...
“Poor Grand Priest, do you think that when you arrive in the kingdom of God and see the knowledge of the gods, what you have is still humanity? "
A rustling sound came from the side. Another giant tree walked by with its roots squirming. The same low and hoarse voice came in the air: "God... God does not lack humanity... ..."
"This has nothing to do with us," the leader of the wanderers said slowly, "the shackles imposed on us have been lifted, and we can finally end this endless wandering and self-exile— —It’s time to launch our own plan. Set off to the old imperial capital. The deep blue well contains the energy we need. There we will complete the final step of embracing the new world. "
"Yes, Grand Priest. "
...
Those monsters attacking from the southeast of the plain are crazy.
It seems that some unknown force affects all the crystals at the same time. The minds of the cluster monsters seemed to be that the cluster commanders fell into madness at the same time, and the originally orderly and disciplined monster army turned into a violent wave of beasts overnight.
It seems that endless monsters are coming from the direction of the plain day and night, and are driven by instinct to attack the city defense of Saint-Sunil. Looking down from a height, you can only see the black tide surging, the earth shaking, and densely packed monsters. The crystal shines with a chaotic and crazy light under the sky. Continuous arcane lightning jumps between these monsters, constantly converging into powerful energy-gathering spears, bombarding Saint Sunil's body again and again like a battering ram. Shields and outer walls, terrifying roars and explosions spread throughout the outer city,It even spread to the inner city!
The knights guarding the city ran on the high wall, repelling the monsters who tried to climb the wall again and again. The nervous and frightened soldiers gathered next to the trebuchets and large ballistas, and at the commander's call While drinking, he kept shooting flaming stone bullets and crossbow arrows at the enemy tide.
The sky is terrifyingly gloomy, with sporadic raindrops carried in the howling wind. With the unusual coldness of this season, the dark sky seems to reflect a heavier heart. In the dim sky, even the most The brave and capable regiments are also rapidly losing morale. Even if the knights continue to use inspiring extraordinary powers, they have little effect.
But whenever the physical strength and morale of the soldiers dropped to a certain level, a grand light curtain would light up on the city wall, mixed with holy and ethereal echoes. The light curtain seemed to briefly dispel the haze in the sky. , in that fleeting, illusory light and warmth like a dream, the knights and soldiers once again regained their strength and rushed up the city wall again...
The strong wind whistled through the upper floors of the castle, The unclosed window was suddenly blown open by the strong wind, and icy raindrops and cold wind rushed into the room together. The frightened maid ran to close the window, fearing that she would be punished if she was delayed for a second - even if the owner of the room was at this moment Not present.
Just two seconds after the window was closed, the door to the room was suddenly pushed open, and two figures walked in quickly. These two figures were both fully armed, and there was still a cold breath on their bodies. They had been in the cold wind for so long that the wind and rain outside seemed to have followed them into the room. The moment the door was opened, The maid even suspected that the window she had just closed had been blown open by the wind.
"Your Highness, Your Majesty the Duke."
"Well, you can retreat."
"Yes."
Waiting Maid They left the room respectfully and quickly, and the two figures walked towards the desk and high-backed chairs. One of the people wearing silver-white armor with gold patterns came to the widest velvet seat. As he sat down, he took off his helmet and threw it on the table next to him. Under the helmet, what was revealed was Wales Morn. face.
"The barrier has been stabilized for the time being. Relying on the additional energy supply from the magic focus in the West City District, the Saint-Sunil Shield should be able to last for a while," Wales Morn looked at those who followed him into the house. Duke of the West, "The priests of the cathedral also climbed onto the city wall in time, and the morale and recuperation problems of the soldiers are being alleviated."
"But those monsters are becoming more and more terrifying," followed Wales The person who entered the room together was the Duke of the West, Baldwin Franklin. He was wearing a dark blue star-woven robe, but a piece of chain mail could be faintly seen under the robe. This made this man somewhat uncomfortable. The bookish Duke Protector has a hint of bravery in him, "They have lost their organization, but they have become more ferocious and fearless. If they are on a plain battlefield, this is a weakness, but at this moment, they control huge numbers." Advantage, creating a siege situation, which becomes very dangerous."
Will.The soldier was silent for a moment and suddenly asked: "When will the Western Army arrive?"
"Within two days - they will be near Pingshui Lake," Baldwin Franklin said, "Don't worry, Your Highness. , they will ease the situation."
"I know...but what I am most worried about is not Saint Sunil," Wales said quickly, "Please inform your legion and send half of your men. , let them set up a defense line along the west bank of the Gorgon River, from north to south..."
Badwin immediately reacted: "Are you worried about those monsters crossing the river?"
" As you said," Wales nodded slowly, "Those monsters have gone 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 orders and prohibitions, but now they Crazy... Once the wandering monsters cross the river in large numbers and enter the western part of the Holy Spirit Plain, the consequences will be dire."
"I will arrange it immediately," Baldwin Franklin nodded, and then mentioned something else. "Your Highness, I have received news that the army from the southern border left the Rock Fortress almost a month ago. They are active in the southern part of the plain and seem to be fighting against those monsters. Due to the lack of information, the intelligence has just arrived, and the specific situation is Unknown."
"...Cecil..." Wales muttered the word, then shook his head, "It's too far, we have to rely on ourselves first."
< p> Baldwin Franklin looked at Wales quietly for a few seconds before speaking: "Not everyone can remain firm - the nobles in the inner city are now seriously shaken, and the nobles in the royal capital have been divided into two groups, advocating to stick to peace. Almost half of the people advocated abandoning the city and fleeing. Their quarrels have even affected the stability of the city-defending knights. A large number of knights are not only loyal to the royal family, but are also children of various families, and their families are now planning Escape.""Abandon the city, abandon the city...Abandon the city and flee to where?" Wales clenched his fists and said bitterly, "Saint Sunil is currently blocking the central axis of the Holy Spirit Plain. The last fortress, once this place is broken, those monsters can march straight in to pollute the entire western plain! Giving up here is equivalent to giving up the entire Ansu, and escaping is just a matter of waiting for death. Are they still planning to seek asylum in the Augure Tribal Country?"
"... I'm afraid? Yes, my highness," Baldwin Franklin said slowly, "The Augure tribe, the Violet Kingdom, and even the northern barbarian countries... those who advocate abandoning the city and fleeing may have already organized themselves at home. We packed our bags and found a place to stay in these countries."
"..."
For a long time, Wales Moen did not say a word. talk.
Badwin Franklin just looked at him quietly, looking at the crown prince who had been away from Silver Castle for many years, without saying a word.
A few minutes later, Wales stood up, picked up the helmet from the table next to him, and slowly put it on his head.
Baldwin followed Wales's movements: "Where are you going?"
"Go to the city wall again."
"The Crown Prince kisses you The front line can indeed inspire soldiers, but in the current situation, the morale you bring by going to the front line too frequently may not be enough to make up for the dangers you will face."
Wales has its back to the west. Duke, he stopped for half a second, but in the end he didn't say anything and walked out of the study.
Baldwin Franklin quietly watched the direction of Wales leaving for a long time, and then said softly:
"Of course, if you are not just going to inspect the city wall...then another Don’t worry about it.”