This … is what the world looks like? "Camilla seemed to realize something.
"That's right. If you roll up the floor, it will be a map of the world." Roland put down his pen and looked at his feet in a daze. Perhaps it was a coincidence, but in history, there was a fleet that set off from the Spanish port of Barros. After sailing for 70 days and nights, they finally arrived at the New World of America, thus rewriting the map of the world. Now, Joan had used the same method to find out the general shape of the world for the first time.
Although the two had different intentions, these discoveries were real — not only would history remember Joan's name, the Exploration Group would also probably live up to its name because of her "circumnavigating the world".
But that was only in the general sense.
To Roland, accurately locating the Bottomless Land and the Sky-sea Realm was undoubtedly the most important thing at the moment.
Especially the former.
Joan's discovery allowed him to confirm that the Realm of Mind was not as far away as he had imagined. This was obviously good news. At the very least, the new bomber plan and the improved "Fire of Heaven" had a clear goal in terms of the performance parameters.
Of course, the Sky-sea Realm, which was located above the ocean, was somewhat beyond their reach. Fortunately, they were fighting with the demons. Even if they were to head east, they would first land on the west coast of the Land of Dawn, which was still a distance away from the Fertile Plains.
"Then there's only one question left." Nightingale scoffed. "Who was the woman Joan met on the island? There are no signs of humans living there. If she's really someone from God's faction, there's no reason for them to help her, right? "
Roland was silent for a moment. "In fact, I'm afraid that's the worst problem."
"Why?" Camilla was puzzled.
"In theory, if the Battle of Divine Will ends in destruction regardless of victory or defeat, then God is our enemy." He said with some hesitation. "But the Guardian did not show any hostility. Either their concept of good and evil is completely different from ours, or … they don't care about us at all. This kind of care is probably like how we bandage an injured bird. "
The two witches looked at each other and were momentarily stunned on the spot.
But what followed was a chill that went deep into the soles of their feet.
Everyone knew that if a flock of birds stole grains, humans would not hesitate to kill them, but no one would treat birds as real enemies. Occasionally, they would snatch one or two nestlings from the claws of cats. The latter had nothing to do with good or evil, it was just a personal preference.
The Battle of Divine Will had gone on for many rounds, and countless races had been destroyed under the watchful eyes of the Guardians. The Gods would not hesitate at all when it came to the survival of civilizations. Although they had saved Joan, it did not mean that humans were a special kind of race.
"This … is too scary," Camilla Dary murmured.
"I hope I'm wrong." Roland sighed. "But since we're going to stop the Battle of Divine Will, I'm afraid we won't be able to escape God's wrath."
[This is the price. "
[Stop your foolishness! You have no idea what you are doing! "
[Everything will return to nothingness. Millions of years of accumulation will also be destroyed. "
"You can't afford such a crime —"
Every single sentence echoed in his ears like a miniature version of time.
He had paid such a price to keep the Battle of Divine Will going. How could he stop it so easily?
Whether in reality or in the Dream World, this struggle was inevitable.
…
At the Sedimentation Bay Pier in the Kingdom of Wolfheart.
This place had once been occupied by demons, and the densely packed residential area was now a wreckage. However, as the First Army was gradually equipped with weapons, and the demons were caught unprepared by the attack of trucks and cannons, the demons were forced to retreat from the port city in just one month.
The Mist Storage Tower in the square, which had been smashed by the Stronghold's cannons, was proof of this. The demons had driven humans to transport pieces of neatly cut obsidian from the north, and the inferior demons, who did not need the Red Mist, piled them up into towers until they connected with the towers in other cities, forming a dreadful area of dense Mist. However, before this plan could be realized, the half-built Mist Storage Tower had already collapsed in the roar of cannons.
As the humans gradually launched a counterattack, the demons' control over their territory was visibly declining, and the once extinct fugitives showed signs of recovery. Even though the city was dead, the port became busy again. Even though the demons had destroyed most of the roads and bridges before they retreated, the construction team was still able to build temporary roads within a week.
For those who had escaped the Red Mist with great difficulty, this was undoubtedly a fortunate thing. However, not everyone who fled to the south thought so.
"Damn it, the rumors were actually true." Negan Murray said hatefully as he looked at the checkpoints set up on the road. "I had wanted the demons to deal with the troublesome people of Graycastle, but I didn't expect them to be so unreliable."
"Both sides are monsters, just that one side is more savage," Talos Murray replied expressionlessly. Half of his face was hidden under his bandana, and several scars extended from the shadows, like earthworms entrenched under his skin. "However, without the support of the nobles, the Wimbledon Family will lose everything they have sooner or later. We don't have to worry about that." At this point, he looked at the people queuing up, and his tone became more sinister. "We have enough people to deal with …"
"That's true." Negan was also excited. "Anyone who defers to Graycastle is our enemy. We have to make them pay a price."
"But we have to endure it for now." Talos pressed on his shoulder. "Once dawn arrives, we can hunt however we want."
Even though the demons would never mention their defeat, it was an indisputable fact that the number of monsters stationed in Everwinter was decreasing. Compared to the ignorant commoners, the nobles could always find out news from the frontlines if they wanted to. After knowing that the demons from hell were no match for the people of Graycastle, panic had already spread among the nobles.
As a Knight, Talos did not have as many burdens as the nobles. He was not willing to risk his life for these ugly races, and it was even more impossible for him to defer to Graycastle, who had a grudge against him. Since there was no way out in Everwinter, it was wiser for him to head south to the territories that the people of Graycastle had yet to take control of.
Of course, things like hunting refugees could be done anywhere. He still had a lot of time to take revenge, or rather … enjoy himself. Unknowingly, he had fallen in love with the feeling of being in control of everything. Listening to the refugees beg for mercy, roll around, and wail under the hooves of the horses was simply irresistible.
Every time he bathed in the warm fresh blood, even the old wounds on his face would fade a lot, as if they were responding to this sacrifice.
Since it was impossible to revive his family, he might as well enjoy the hard-earned pleasure.
And there was nothing more worth looking forward to in this world.
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