"Why did it become like this?"
"Are you punishing me?"
"It's all my fault. Why did so many people have to die? Why? Why? Why?"
"I was wrong!"
"I beg you to answer me!"
"Answer me! Father! "
Suddenly, the divine statue shone brightly and enveloped Verthandi's body. The entire world seemed to be suffused with white, and the light continued to extend upwards, replacing the world around Verthandi with another kingdom.
Verthandi suddenly opened her eyes and turned her head to look left and right. Only then did she realize that she was standing on a huge platform. There were stairs all around her, and when she looked down, she could see all kinds of divine temples.
A large number of white-clothed petitioners shuttled back and forth. Above the clouds, all kinds of rare and exotic beasts could be seen running. The legendary Pegasus, Unicorns, and others could all be seen. The huge Gate of Heaven stood tall in the distant sky. The clouds passed under the soles of the feet and filled the entire Heaven. The whole world seemed to be hidden in a layer of clouds and mist.
"This is …"
Verthandi abruptly raised her head and suddenly saw that above her head, there were more than a dozen enormous thrones that looked like floating islands. They floated above her head, surrounded by clouds and mist, seemingly real and illusory at the same time. More than a dozen enormous floating island thrones formed a circle, and on top of the largest floating island sat a huge light silhouette that emitted light all over.
With a slight movement of its fingers, Verthandi's entire body immediately floated up and shuttled through the clouds. She came before the huge, blurry figure of light.
"Previous Level One Authority Verthandi Eranbell, requesting to connect to the Divine Kingdom!"
The huge figure of light lowered its head to look at Verthandi. A mechanical voice came from the figure of light, indifferent and emotionless.
Verthandi stared at the figure of light in shock. "A god? Who are you? "
The figure of light's gaze was still fixed on Verthandi. "I am the administrator of the Divine Kingdom, Gaia!"
Verthandi looked around and found that other than the throne in front of her, the other thrones were all empty. She was suddenly at a loss. "Why are they all empty? Where are the other gods? Where is the Sun Goddess, Maria? Where's Faros? "
Gaia sat on the throne, and his light swept across Verthandi. "You have sufficient authority to answer. All the Divine Thrones are currently empty. No one has ascended to the throne yet!"
Verthandi didn't understand. "What do you mean?"
Gaia continued, "That is to say, apart from the Creator, there are currently no other gods in the world!"
Verthandi kept looking around, at the interior of the divine kingdom, at the empty throne, and then at Gaia. She felt that her faith was on the verge of collapsing.
"No gods?" Verthandi asked blankly.
"There is no god!" Gaia replied.
Verthandi was so angry that her voice was hoarse. "How is this possible? How is this possible?!"
"Is this all a lie?"
"Are you telling me that everything in this world is a lie?"
Verthandi couldn't take it any longer. She felt as if she and everyone else were living in a lie. The god kingdom was fake, and the gods were fake. Everything was fake.
Tears flowed from Verthandi's eyes, and she pointed at Gaia. "Tell me, what is going on?"
Gaia remained silent, as if agreeing to all this. Verthandi suddenly thought of something. "Right, the Creator, did you say the Creator? Where is the Creator? Who is the Creator? Ask him to come out and see me! "
Verthandi kept wiping away the tears on her face. She looked around, trying to find the familiar figure. "It's you, isn't it? It's only you. It's all because of you!
"Randhir Eranbell, Faros, no matter who you are, I want to see you!
"Hurry up and come out!"
Her voice spread out in the empty surroundings, but there was no response. Gaia's mechanical voice continued, "The Creator is not in the world. Request to connect failed!"
"Are you unwilling to see me?"
"Is it because of Saintess Kelly's death?"
"I was wrong, Father, I was really wrong. Please see me. Save the orcs!"
No matter how she shouted, there was no response. Verthandi was extremely disappointed. Suddenly, she remembered something and said to Gaia excitedly, "I request to borrow the power of the god kingdom to expel the King of Death and the undead army!"
Gaia scanned Verthandi again. "Authentication failed. Target no longer has Level 1 authority. Request failed!"
Verthandi's whole body trembled with excitement. The light of the god kingdom shone on her from above, but Verthandi could only feel a chill.
"How is this possible? I am his daughter. He would not refuse my request!"
"How is this possible?"
Gaia said coldly, "Authentication failed. Target no longer has Level 1 authority. Request failed!"
"Request to connect to the god kingdom terminated!"
"Connection terminated!"
"Clang!"
Verthandi felt as if the god kingdom around her had suddenly collapsed and dissipated. She fell from the peak of the god kingdom and into the mortal world. When she opened her eyes, she found that she was still in the Cory Cathedral.
"What is this?"
"What the hell is this world?"
Verthandi stood up absent-mindedly and looked out of the hall. She walked out of the stairs and saw the gradually emptying Sarga City. She also saw the people who were gradually moving out of the city. Her eyes became more and more determined.
"Even without you, I will defeat them. My empire, I will protect it!"
Compared to Sarga City, the weather in Primonius was extremely cold and barren. At this moment, the people in the southwest of the orc empire had either fled to other places or died under the hands of the undead army. The undead army was constantly expanding, and a large number of elites had been selected. The entire army had expanded to more than 200,000 undead soldiers.
Without the Song of the Undead, the growth of the undead army was extremely slow. However, this was only for the undead. For the orcs and humans, this growth rate was simply terrifying.
However, compared to the original army of hundreds of thousands, although the number had not increased by much, the number of high-level undead creatures was constantly increasing. Extraordinary undead creatures, king-class ghouls, skeleton mages, and headless horsemen were leading a huge army of the undead, constantly approaching the north.
The iron hooves of the undead galloped across the land, and the entire northern part of the Alen Continent was shrouded in a thick black cloud. All of the orcs were trembling in fear, and fear was spreading far and wide. Even though the army of the dead had not yet arrived, large numbers of people had already begun to migrate further away. In the once prosperous Holy Seville Empire, there were no longer any traces of living people in the southwest.
"The undead have entered the city, and the dead from hell have come to the mortal world, devouring everyone's lives and souls."
"No one can go to heaven, and no one can go to hell. Everyone can only be controlled by the king of the dead. They can only wander in the eternal torture of life and death!"
"An unprecedented horror has shrouded the sky of the Holy Seville Empire. The undead have occupied the land, and the living are in so much pain that they want to die!"
In remote taverns and human cities, bards sang about the darkness in the distance. Even if they had never seen it before, the deep fear was enough to make the listeners' hearts go cold.
And in the northern cities of the Beastmen, wails and cries were the mainstream. The Beastmen who had migrated and fled from the south had flooded the entire northern cities, bringing fear and darkness with them.
"There is no sunshine, no warmth, only death and darkness!"
"Who can save us?"
"Who can stop them?"
The people who had fled to this place were lining up to receive relief rations. There were refugees everywhere on the streets and alleys, and children could be seen curled up in the corners. However, for the time being, there was no major chaos. Everyone still had one last bit of hope.
"His Majesty will stop those damn corpses and skeletons! We must pull ourselves together!"
"We will definitely win in the end!"
"The armies of Schinles, Misia, and Bella are constantly coming here! We still have a chance!"
"We have not lost yet! As long as we win, we can take back our home!"
"I am going to join the army! Even if I die, I want to die on the battlefield! I want to cut all those skeletons into pieces!"
A large number of orcs migrated to the north of the old site of the Engido Kingdom, where the Holy Seville Empire's former capital, Primonius, would be the location of the final battle against the army of the dead. Legions from all over the world continued to rush to Primonius. This was a moment of life and death, and all of the orcs were roused.
The whole of Primonius, as well as several nearby cities, formed a line of defense, once again becoming a bloody fortress. A large number of soldiers poured into the fortress, all of them carrying shields and long swords. Even a large number of orc wizards had gathered there. At this moment, the orcs were in a life-and-death situation.
At the same time, news of the arrival of the army of the undead had also reached them. Ahead of them, Blanc City had already seen traces of the undead scouts. Dark clouds had already spread from afar to the north. The pursuing army of the undead was going to completely destroy the Holy Seville Empire and turn the entire northern part of the Alen Continent into a kingdom of the dead!
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