The Man-made God opened his eyes for the first time.
It was a pair of eyes that were difficult to describe with words. They were as clear as crystal, and there was a lot of light in them. A kind of extreme beauty and purity seemed to be condensed in those huge eyes. However, these eyes did not contain any feelings at this moment. They just quietly watched the mortal floating in front of him who dared to provoke him. There was no hostility, no friendliness, and not even a trace of curiosity or care.
Bertilla felt that her eyes and brain were tingling faintly. She did not meet the gaze of the God, but just looking at his eyes from a distance already made her feel that her spirit was being attacked. However, she did not move her eyes away. Instead, she watched everything that was about to happen as if she was deliberately resisting. Even those black-robed priests standing on the floating island did not move their eyes away.
The Hierarch calmly looked into the eyes of the God, and then stepped forward. His body was gradually covered by a layer of illusory light, as if he had merged with the holy light around the Man-made God.
The final disobedience was the ultimate denial and resistance to the God. Its last step was to inject humanity into the God to erase the God's divinity.
Humans would be freed from the shackles created by the God's divinity and gain the right to develop freely. A God standing on the side of humans would be born in the ceremony and become the first weapon for the mortals against the Gods.
The Hierarch's body gradually dissolved in the light, and a hazy light slowly entered the forehead of the Man-made God. Bertilla felt that the corners of her eyes had begun to bleed, but she still watched everything without blinking. She watched the ceremony to the last step of the ceremony without blinking.
The Hierarchs lowered their heads and chanted an ancient prayer in unison. The prayer was once used to praise the supreme power of the God of Nature, Amoun. However, at this moment, the prayer contained endless depression. It was like a funeral ballad, announcing that one of the Gods would completely end today.
Everything would eventually die, and so would the gods. In this world where no one could escape death, the Druid priests who had fallen into darkness no longer expected any eternal or supreme power. They had abandoned their reverence for the gods and naturally no longer yearned for the position of the gods. They did not intend to create a god, nor did they intend to make themselves a god. Their real purpose was actually to turn the gods into humans.
Bertilla gently stroked the rough cover of the Book of Ultimate and softly said, "The position of the God of Nature will become history. No matter where Amoun the Giant Deer finally fell, no matter what means the gods used to resurrect themselves in every reincarnation, at least this position will no longer exist from now on …"
The endless brilliance in the air finally completely merged into the Manmade God's body. A deep breathing sound broke the silence of the ceremony. Bertila was startled out of her thoughts. She looked up and saw the Manmade God slowly closing his eyes with surprise and anticipation.
After a moment of silence, the pair of eyes slowly opened.
There was only endless chaos and madness inside.
…
A hazy and magnificent magic barrier surrounded the border of the former empire. The wasteland inside the barrier was as usual.
The dark and deep clouds pressed down heavily as if they were filled with lead. Chaotic winds howled wantonly in all directions, and smoke and dust danced in the air, covering the sky. Bolts of energy flashed between the clouds and the dust storm, producing continuous low rumbles and bright flashes.
In the "energy thunderstorm" that was often encountered in the wasteland, the Wanderer, who had transformed into a tree, moved its intricate roots. The entire forest wriggled and climbed up a hill covered by black crystal stones.
An even larger electric arc of energy flashed, and the strong light almost crossed the entire sky. In the low rumbling sound that followed, countless giant aberrations that were wandering around the forest became restless, roaring at the sky as they quickly searched for a safe corner of the forest for shelter.
In the middle of the forest, an old tree shook its branches. A shriveled and terrible face appeared on the wrinkled bark. This face looked at the distant north, looking in the direction of the Ansu Kingdom.
Another energy arc flashed across the sky. In the pale flash, the leader of the Wanderers let out a low and hoarse laugh.
"Inject humanity …
"Poor Hierarch, do you think that when you arrive at the divine kingdom and see the knowledge of the gods, what you have is still humanity?"
A rustling sound came from the side. Another giant tree wriggled its roots and walked by. 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 removed. We can finally end this endless wandering and self-exile. It's time to launch our own plan. Let's go to the old imperial capital. There is the energy we need in the Deep Blue Well. We will complete the last step of embracing the new world there. "
"Yes, Hierarch."
…
The monsters that came from the southeast of the plain had gone crazy.
It was as if some unknown force had affected the minds of all the crystal cluster monsters at the same time, or as if those crystal cluster commanders had fallen into madness at the same time. The originally orderly and disciplined monster army had turned into a violent wave of beasts overnight.
The seemingly endless number of monsters swarmed from the plain day and night, and under the drive of their instincts, they attacked the defense of Saint Sunil City. Looking down from above, one could only see the black tide surging, the earth shaking, and the dense crystals shining in a chaotic and crazy light under the sky. Continuous waves of arcane lightning danced among these monsters, constantly gathering into powerful energy spears and bombarding the shields and outer walls of Saint Sunil City again and again like battering rams. The terrifying roars and explosions spread throughout the outer city and even into the inner city!
The Knight guarding the city ran on the high walls, repelling the monsters that tried to climb up the walls time and time again. The nervous and fearful soldiers gathered around the trebuchets and large ballistas, firing burning stone shells and crossbow bolts at the enemy army under the orders of their commanders.
The sky was terrifyingly gloomy, and the whistling wind carried sporadic raindrops with it. With the unusual coldness of this season, the dark sky seemed to reflect an even heavier heart. In the dim sky, even the bravest and fiercest army was quickly losing their morale. Even the Knight's continuous activation of the supernatural power had little effect.
However, every time the stamina and morale of the soldiers dropped to a certain level, a grand light screen would light up on the city walls, mixed with a holy and ethereal echo. The light screen seemed to have dispelled the haze in the sky for a short while, and in that fleeting, dream-like light and warmth, the Knight and the soldiers recovered their strength and charged up the city walls again …
The wind howled through the upper levels of the castle, and the windows that were not tightly shut were suddenly blown open by the wind. The cold raindrops and the cold wind rushed into the room together. The terrified maids quickly ran to close the windows, afraid that they would be punished if they were one second slower — even if the owner of the room was not present at the moment.
Two seconds after the windows were closed, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and two figures quickly walked in. These two figures were fully armed, and there was a cold aura around them. They had stayed in the cold wind for too long, so much so that the wind and rain outside seemed to have followed them into the room. The moment the door was pushed open, the maids even suspected that the windows that she had just closed were blown open by the wind again.
"Your Highness, Duke."
"Hmm, you can leave now."
"Yes."
The maids respectfully left the room, and the two figures walked toward the desk and the high-back chair. One of them, wearing silver-white armor with gold patterns, came to the largest velvet chair. As he sat down, he took off his helmet and threw it on the table beside him. Under the helmet, what was revealed was Wales Moen's face.
"The barrier has temporarily stabilized. With the additional supply of energy from the Magic Focus of the Western District, the Great Shield of the Saint Sunil should be able to last for a while." Wales Moen looked at the Duke of the Western Region who had followed him into the room. "The priests of the cathedral have also reached the city wall in time. The morale and recuperation problems of the soldiers are being alleviated."
"But those monsters are also becoming more and more terrifying." The one who had followed Wales into the room was the Duke of the Western Region, Baldwin Franklin. He was wearing a dark blue star-woven robe, but under the robe, one could vaguely see that he was wearing a chainmail, which gave this somewhat scholarly Duke a valiant temperament. "They have lost their organization, but they have become more ferocious and fearless. If this was a plain battlefield, this would be a weakness, but at this moment, they have a huge advantage in numbers and have created a siege situation. This has become very dangerous."
Wales was silent for a moment before he suddenly asked, "When will the Western Army arrive?"
"In two days — they are already near Flatwater 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 the Saint Sunil," Wales quickly said. "Please inform your army to send half of their men and have them set up a defense line along the west bank of the Gorgon River, from north to south …"
Baldwin immediately reacted. "You are worried about those monsters crossing the river?"
"As you said," Wales slowly nodded. "Those monsters have already gone crazy, and their actions are no longer logical. When they were still an army, they would focus on attacking the target stronghold and would follow orders with a clear purpose. But now, they have gone crazy. Once a large number of wandering monsters cross the river and enter the western part of the Saint Spirit Plains, the consequences will be dire."
"I will arrange it immediately." Baldwin Franklin nodded and then mentioned another matter. "Your Highness, I have received news that the Southern Army left Firmrock Fortress about a month ago. They are active in the southern part of the plains and seem to be fighting against those monsters. Due to the lack of information, the information has only just arrived, and the specific situation is unknown."
"… Cecil …" Wales softly muttered this name, then shook his head. "It's too far. We have to rely on ourselves first."
Baldwin Franklin quietly looked at Wales for a few seconds before saying, "Not everyone can remain firm. The nobles in the inner city are seriously shaken. The Captical nobles are divided into two factions, those who want to defend the city and those who want to abandon the city and escape. Their quarrel has even affected the stability of the Knight Regiment. A large number of Knights are not only loyal to the royal family, but they are also members of various families, and their families are now planning to escape."
"Abandon the city, abandon the city … Abandon the city and escape to where?" Wales clenched his fists and bitterly said, "Saint Sunil is currently the last fortress blocking the central axis of the Divine Spirit Plains. Once this place is broken, those monsters will be able to invade and pollute the entire Western Plains! The Western Plains are a land of grain production, and there is no danger to defend. Even the sturdiest castle is no match for a tower in Saint Sunil. Abandoning this place is equivalent to abandoning the entire Ansu. Escaping is just waiting for death. Are they still planning to seek refuge in the Augulay Tribal Nation? "
"… I'm afraid so, Your Highness," Baldwin Franklin slowly said. "The Augulay Tribal Nation, the Violet Kingdom, and even the barbarian nations in the north … The people who want to abandon the city and escape might have already packed their belongings at home and found a place to stay in these nations."
"…"
For a very long time, Wales Moen did not say a word.
Baldwin Franklin just looked at him quietly. Looking at the crown prince who had been away from the Silver Castle for many years, he also did not say a word.
A few minutes later, Wales stood up, picked up the helmet from the table beside him, and slowly put it on his head.
Baldwin's gaze followed Wales's movements. "Where are you going?"
"To the city wall again."
"The crown prince personally going to the frontlines can indeed motivate the soldiers, but in this situation, the morale brought by your frequent visits to the frontlines is probably not enough to make up for the danger you will face."
Wales' back was facing the Duke of the Western Region. His footsteps stopped for half a second, but in the end, he did not say anything and still walked out of the study.
Baldwin Franklin quietly looked in the direction Wales left. After a long time, he softly said,
"Of course, if you are not just going to inspect the city wall … then it will be a different story."
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