On the Ottoman Empire's battlefield, sunlight once again broke through the dark clouds. When the new sun shone down, the battlefield was filled with cheers.
The seemingly hopeless rainstorm had stopped, and the water that had flooded the capital finally dispersed. When the Evil God's worshippers could no longer hear the Main God's call, the Seafolk fled even faster than expected.
The mortal warriors threw their weapons into the sky, lying in the water covered in mud, enjoying the happiness of survival. In the towns around the new King's City, old men trembled as they walked out of their old houses. They raised their heads and looked at the sunlight that they had not seen for years. The joy of victory filled everyone's heart.
Although the mortals had won this battle, it was likely that nobody would ask why the dark clouds had dispersed so quickly, or why the Seafolk's worshippers and Divine Mages had suddenly lost their power.
"Our king!"
"It was Emperor Dasos who guided us to victory!"
Battleships bearing the royal insignia slowly floated through the sky after the rain. These battleships were still charred and damaged, but they became synonyms for meritorious deeds and epic victories.
Mortals would only know that their emperor, the young Dasos, had guided them to reclaim their capital. At this moment, his reputation was destined to surpass that of all previous kings.
And in a corner of the battlefield, the true hero of this battle was preparing to reap the rewards of this battle — the True Gods who had become his spoils of war!
"Is it time?"
Even though Aillé was by the quagmire, his white robe was still untainted by even a speck of dust. However, a blue-skinned female giant was lying beside him. Since she was already close to death, her previous insanity had dissipated. Her expression, which was always filled with anger and dissatisfaction, had calmed down, and now even contained a hint of ambition and beauty.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You can still be considered a beauty when you shut your mouth."
The black-haired, black-eyed Lord of Despair's most annoying trait was his habit of toying with his prey. And right now, he was still teasing Lady Storm, hoping that she would resist again or even self-destruct.
But unfortunately, the two Main Gods had suddenly attacked her. Currently, the blue female giant was only breathing heavily, and it was impossible for her to respond even if she wanted to.
In a sense, when Ailos chose to sacrifice himself, Lady Storm's fate was already decided.
It was an honor for Lady Storm, who only relied on gambling to become a powerful God, to be schemed against by two Main God-level existences and be schemed against by countless big shots.
He lured her into the trap with the layout of the national war, shook her believers' faith, and put her in a desperate situation. He used the highest level of despair to make her upset and make the wrong decision. In the end, when her main body descended to the mortal world, she was surrounded and killed by the two main gods. Lady Storm's rocket rise and meteor fall had been destined to become a textbook example for future generations.
Of course, if she didn't enter the game, the outcome would still be the same. After the Sea Race had fled, the two big shots would have forced their way into the God Nation and started a war.
So, when the Water Elemental Goddess made her choice and made a deal with the neutral side, Lady Storm's fall was already determined.
But now, as the victor of the war between the Gods, Aillé didn't seem happy at all. His handsome face was actually somewhat melancholic and at a loss.
This surprised Lord of Despair Heimor, who was familiar with him. What could possibly be a problem for his omnipotent boss?
"Boss Aillé? What's wrong? Could it be that some God is scheming against us? "
But obviously, Aillé had no intention of explaining. He simply glanced at the sunlight peeking through the clouds and sighed.
"Sigh, it's time."
…
When did this storm that was destined to engulf the entire world begin?
The original plan was probably the duel between the Lich and the Death God at the River Styx.
That was a duel on completely different levels. On one side was the most ancient Death God, who had already become the symbol of history and immortality. As the guardian of the Cycle of Reincarnation, when the Order of the River Styx that he protected was disturbed, he would even be able to activate his true body above the River Styx. Not to mention, he also had the support of Order and Chaos. Even three or four Main Gods working together wouldn't be able to do anything to the Cycle of Reincarnation.
To be honest, such a situation had indeed happened before in history. Powerful Evil Gods desired to improve themselves and search for the mysteries of the source of the world in order to explore the River Styx. However, they all ended up having their futures stolen by the Death God.
My opponent on the other side had already reached the peak of the mortal world. The Undying Crown that only appeared in the mortal plane after thousands of years proved how extraordinary he was. But no matter how extraordinary he was, he was still just a mortal. The forbidden spells and undead armies that the Lich was proficient in were nothing in front of the Death God.
The difference between the newest Lich King and the most ancient Death God was like the difference between an ant and a gigantic dragon. And it was precisely this huge difference in power that planted the seed that would change the world.
"… I don't even know why I held back."
Perhaps it was because I had seen this familiar face multiple times on the River Styx, or maybe I felt some sympathy for this "junior" of mine's pitiful fate, or maybe I wanted to know what Aillé was trying to do even at the cost of breaking the Cycle of Reincarnation. Even Aillé himself didn't know why he held back at the very end despite being able to kill Aillé with a single attack, giving Aillé a chance to breathe.
"… I have a plan, a plan that can stop the Holy War. I wonder if you're interested."
Even now, Aillé could still remember that Aillé's phylactery sword was covered in cracks, and the soulfire in his skull was about to be extinguished at any moment. However, Aillé's dying soul didn't show any fear, nor did he beg for mercy. Instead, he slowly told Aillé about his astonishing scheme, as well as his arrogant words that were almost impossible to realize.
"The foundational Holy War between Order and Chaos originated from the world's two polar opposites. Even if we ignore their natural instincts and natures, they instinctively desire to destroy the other. That's why, in order to stabilize the world, we need to have at least three polar opposites. The more the better. That's right, we need a neutral faction, and you're the only one who can do this …"
At first, Aillé, who was by the River Styx, was only joking as he listened to what this sly lich who was about to die would say in the end.
That's right, when Aillé first saw Roland, he felt as if he was looking at a clown who was thinking of ways to defend himself in order to save his own life.
"… We need a new True God. He doesn't need to be that powerful, but he'll be able to make judgments that everyone agrees are fair. We also need a new Hell that will replace the current Cycle of Reincarnation …"
"… The current Gods' teachings are only for themselves. Since spending money and sucking up to the Gods and churches will allow one to enter Heaven, so-called leading people to do good is nothing more than a joke. In order to further eliminate the possibility of war, we can spread a new teaching. Only pure good deeds will be able to enter Heaven. True warriors who die for justice will enter the eternal Valkyrie Temple after death, while villains can only howl in pain in Hell as they suffer …"
Right after that, all these secrets that even Main Gods wouldn't be able to learn about came out of Aillé's mouth. Not only did Aillé have no respect for the True Gods, he even knew many secrets about the Creator Goddess.
The most ridiculous part was that even though Aillé was the evil Lich King, the strongest Demon King hated by all living creatures, he kept talking about the mortal world and how good and evil would be repaid. It would have been fine if he was just spouting nonsense, but Aillé could sense that Aillé was telling the truth. Not only that, he was telling the truth after considering it for a very long time.
According to common sense, how could there still be a good Lich who cared about the country and its people in this world? Either Aillé had gone insane, or the entire world had gone insane.
"Interesting …"
Perhaps it was this bit of curiosity that made Aillé finally listen to Aillé's insane plan.
"That sounds interesting, but how can you convince me of your sincerity?"
As the oldest Death God, Aillé wasn't someone that could be moved by mere words. So what if Aillé talked extravagantly? His plan was far too insane and unlikely to work. In Aillé's eyes, Aillé's plan was nothing more than another way of begging for mercy.
However, Aillé laughed. His soulfire kept flickering when he laughed, but the emotion he expressed was one of delight. Could it be that simply being able to tell me his plan was a victory for him? At this thought, Aillé became even more curious about Aillé.
"… According to your rules of protecting the Cycle of Reincarnation, are you here to kill me?"
Aillé laughed. This time, he didn't even try to hide his laughter.
"That's right."
"Fine."
After Aillé finished laughing, he viciously slammed his cracked sword into the ground and used a spell to guide souls on his phylactery. This time, black mist swirled around Aillé's sword, which was said to be unstoppable. Aillé's soul was collapsing.
* Crack! *
After that crisp sound, Aillé's phylactery was now covered in cracks. It would be meaningless for Aillé to be unable to protect his phylactery, as he was already destined to die.
"How's my sincerity in exchange for my life?"
And so, Roland used his own death in this world to obtain a chance to communicate with Aillé on equal footing. Even though Aillé helped seal Aillé's phylactery and gave Roland time to deal with his "funeral matters", Aillé still didn't take this matter to heart.
"It's too difficult. It's impossible …"
Indeed, it was far too difficult. Creating a brand new power of Order and a brand new Divine Concept by himself was already a great achievement for the God of Holy Light back in the day. However, reaching this requirement was only the beginning of this plan.
Aillé quietly rowed his boat on the River Styx. In the blink of an eye, he tossed this matter to the back of his mind.
Soon, he received news of Roland's death.
"Ha, mortals are so weak. What plans to change the world?"
Aillé sighed and shook his head in pity. But soon, his pity transformed into astonishment.
"Eh? Good lad, he actually did something right under my nose. "
Indeed, back in the day, Roland had truly died. However, Roland had done something to the River Styx and successfully deceived the Death God, allowing him to crawl out of the River Styx by himself!
As Aillé watched with a faint smile on his face, Marguerite and Adam had been waiting for Roland by the River Styx. And so, the unkillable Demon King was sealed in the Underground. As for whether or not these two heroes had received a message from a certain Death God, that was something that nobody could say for sure.
However, from a certain standpoint, the sly Roland received Aillé's approval. At the very least, when Roland discovered that the lich was actually alive and well in the Underground, he would occasionally visit Roland and chat with him. This was a rare occurrence for Aillé, who "had very few friends and even fewer enemies (all of whom were dead)."
But for Aillé, that "plan" had long since been thrown to the back of his mind, until one day …
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