Night, in the southern woods.
A figure swiftly and stealthily shuttled through the forest. When the figure reached a bush, he crouched down and sized up the surroundings.
Cuckoo, cuckoo!
Bird calls came from the figure's mouth.
A while later, a figure that completely blended into the bush appeared in the figure's sight.
It wasn't that the figure's undercover skills were superb, it was that the disguise on the figure's body was too meticulous, to the point where the fake could pass off as the real thing.
As long as the figure held his breath and curled up his body, the figure would blend into the bush under the night sky.
"Outpost Master!
The traitor's temple is just ahead.
And … "
The Knight who went to scout the place was furious.
For a temple Knight who escaped death from Naveya City, no amount of rage would be too much for the culprit that destroyed Naveya City.
Especially when he found out something, the killer intents in his heart skyrocketed.
"And what?"
Nelson asked in a heavy tone as if he had guessed something.
"Moreover, the high priests and officiants of the other temples have all been killed!"
"Everyone now belongs to the traitors!"
They are working together to fool the people! "
The Knight replied honestly.
"They deserve to die a thousand times for their sins!"
Nelson clenched his fists with clenched teeth.
As a Knight of Thorn Temple, although he was temporarily the Outpost Master of Arya Outpost, Nelson would never look down on his beliefs because of distance and time.
Quite the contrary, Nelson, who was a firm believer of the Knight's creed, his faith towards Lady Thorn grew stronger with the passage of time and distance.
Therefore, when the demigod His Majesty told him that he accidentally found out the truth behind Naveya City's destruction in Gordor Land, Nelson chose to believe it and joined the southern expedition. From Nelson's point of view, the demigod His Majesty, who was once the archpriest of Lady Thorn and the chief Knight, was the incarnation of the vanished Lady Thorn. What the demigod said must be the truth, there was no need to doubt it.
And the facts proved that Nelson's choice was correct.
Without further hesitation, Nelson waved his hand.
Immediately, more than two hundred figures in the forest stood up.
Unlike ordinary soldiers, these figures were all strong and powerful, yet they were also light and graceful. Even the night couldn't obstruct their vision.
Elites!
Or rather, Knight.
Arya Outpost's Thorn Temple and Harvest Temple's teams that had returned from the west were carefully selected knights.
Forward!
After Narsen made a gesture, the two hundred figures quickly melted into the night.
…
The High Priest of Hunter Temple, Kirk.
No, the former High Priest.
At the moment, the Oracle was standing in the hall of the temple. The Hunter Statue in front of him was still as tall as ever, but the workers were working overtime to finish the other statue. Compared to the tall Hunter Statue, the other statue was only a little shorter.
However, the level of exquisiteness was much higher.
Krecko revealed a satisfied smile when he saw that the statue's face was exactly the same as his.
Everything was as he had expected.
Using the archpriests and officiants of other temples to control the civilians was a piece of cake.
He didn't need any earth-shattering scene, all he needed was their mouths to tell the civilians that he, Krecko, would be the key figure in the rebuilding of Naveya City.
After that?
Let the commoners imagine as they wished.
After all, in the history of Naveya City, there was more than one mortal who ascended to Godhood.
So, so what if there was one more?
Ascending to Godhood …
Krecko's gaze at the statue couldn't help but turn blurry and longing.
As someone who grew up in the temple and was one of the closest people to the Gods, he had imagined himself possessing such might and power more than once. Of course, he hid it well.
He hid it well, to the point that even the Hunters didn't notice.
Deceiving the Gods!
Whenever he thought about the heroic feats he achieved as a mortal, Krecko couldn't help but feel delighted. Especially as his position got higher and he became the archpriest of the Hunter Temple, his delight grew stronger.
Whenever it was late at night, he couldn't help but look at the brightest spot in the temple: the grand hall with the God's statue.
The grand hall was known as the residence of the Gods in the mortal realm.
But.
What was so great about it?
Wasn't he still deceived by Krecko?
Unbeknownst to him, an indescribable restlessness appeared in his heart.
Soon, the restlessness made him understand what he really wanted.
The servant of the Gods?
No!
The Gods themselves!
Uncontrollable ambitions appeared in Krecko's heart and started to wreak havoc in his heart. However, the former archpriest of Hunter Temple didn't act recklessly.
As the closest person to the Gods, he knew how powerful and powerful the Gods were.
He was slowly planning and waiting.
A year.
Five years.
Ten years.
…
For a mortal, even after such a long period of time, Krecko didn't fall into depression. Instead, he became firmer in his thoughts.
Because he saw a lot of opportunities.
The Lord of Thunder's injustice.
The Interrogator's tyranny.
The Harvest and Forgiveness's hypocrisy.
Lady Thorn and Lady Wealth's discord.
War Temple's massacre.
Valiant Temple's recklessness.
Love Temple's foolishness.
Music Temple's ignorance and so on.
There were too many of them.
However, it wasn't enough. Although stirring up a war would greatly damage Naveya, it wasn't what Krecko wanted.
What he wanted was a more thorough and direct approach: to destroy Naveya City.
Only by destroying Naveya City and the Gods of Naveya could he be reborn from the ruins and ascend as a God.
The chance he had been waiting for finally arrived.
When his Follower, Anxico, contacted him, Krecko tested the waters several times before he eagerly agreed to the deal with Anxico and started to make arrangements in the dark.
Despite the accident that happened with Ryan.
But everything was still going according to his plan.
"Ten years!
"No!"
All I need is five years!
"I will become a true god!"
Krecko thought confidently as he looked at the statue before his eyes.
One needed to know the people outside the temple were different from common people. When they were evacuated from Naveya City, the reason why these people were able to join the convoy, other than their identity and the skills they possessed, was because their devotion was the most important factor. Only a truly devoted person could become a seed.
"Too bad … it's only a part of me.
Otherwise, I could ascend as a God sooner! "
Krecko sighed helplessly.
Before he ascended as a God, he couldn't control the situation at hand, but it didn't mean he would sit back and do nothing.
"It's time for you to leave!
And I will step onto the stage! "
Krecko muttered in his heart as he looked at the Hunter statue.
How could two statues be worshiped in a temple!?
There was only one statue in this temple and it was him, the God of Rebirth of Naveya, Krecko!
As for the Hunter?
As the archpriest of Hunter Temple, he would soon announce the sorrowful news from his own mouth — His Majesty, the Hunter, had fallen.
"Ryan, I really have to thank you.
You have given those idiots the impression that a God has fallen.
Otherwise, it would be troublesome for me to explain … "
Before Krecko's delighted mutterings subsided, a cold glare flashed on his neck.
Krecko's words stopped abruptly. A haughty voice echoed in the grand hall.
"Thank you, I'll accept your gift!"
The hand that reached out from the shadows grabbed Keck's hair and pulled him back. Just like that, Keck's head was cut off. Blood immediately spurted out from his chest.
Pak!
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