only god

Chapter 308 Clouds in the Past
The successive rebellions in the big country gave Deschanel, who could only sit and wait to die, a chance to breathe.

King Phil issued edicts one after another, mobilizing the entire kingdom, calling on every citizen of Deschanel to join the upcoming war.

This kingdom has been at peace for a long time. If it is normal, no matter how much the king orders conscription, there will not be much response.

However, the winds of famine have swept through the various city-states of the kingdom.

Even if there is a fertile land with water and soil, the grain produced on that land is still limited and cannot feed all the people.

A large number of refugees left their hometowns and joined the army, just for the wheat in the grain storehouse of Nayuwang's family.

The speed at which the army grew was far beyond King Phil's imagination.

Too many people were displaced and suffered from plague and famine. Not only the citizens of Deschanel were in the army, but many foreigners tried their best to drag their bodies into the army.

The famine killed thousands of people, withered and emaciated bodies spread all over the corners, and the eyes protruded from the sockets, and the expressions in the eyes were numb and greedy.

King Phil saw this.

But more, he saw that the refugees were rushed into the army and the army gradually grew.

There is no king who does not want to make meritorious deeds.

Especially in these turbulent times,
you do not invade,

The only one being invaded is you.

You don't expand your borders,
You are the one who has been expanded.

King Phil saw the emptiness of that great country, and knew that King Nethor was destined to direct his troops at Deschanel, and it was only a matter of time before the calm and calm.

Because the edict and envoy to accept the vassal had clearly arrived at the latter's palace, but there was no response for a long time.

King Nesor is just troubled by civil strife, and the invasion of Deschanel has not been put on the agenda for the time being.

In that case,

So why not strike first?
King Phil looked at the map in his eyes, and greed gradually emerged in his eyes.

Yes,

The bloody wind of war has swept across Deschanel and pushed the kingdom into the abyss.

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As the war approached, the entire Deschanel was plunged into a muddy atmosphere.

Although she could see crowds of refugees on the street every day, Catherine could only feel the silence.

Catherine doesn't know what the future holds for Deschanel, but it's like the calm before the storm.

Everyone knows a storm is coming, but no one really knows how violent it will be.

One-third of the musicians in the music courtyard went to the temple today to prepare a grand sacrifice for this expedition.

In the temple, Catherine was holding the harp. She lowered her head and saw the dark crowd. She didn't know how grand the performance would be. She had never seen such a grand ceremony.

King Phil, the crown prince, and her former lover, Prince Tailun, knelt in front of the statue of the temple at this moment, their eyes closed tightly, and they were extremely humble.

As the trumpet was blown, the music dedicated to the gods burst out in an instant.

Catherine closed her eyes, trying her best to throw herself into it.

The mighty music filled the entire temple, and the sacred music fell, tears filled the eyes of the soldiers who were about to go to war, and the father and son of the king who were close to the statue had only the desire for war in their hearts.

The gods on the temple are made of stone. The Deschanel people mainly worship three gods. The gods on the left and right sides are all staring straight ahead. , it stood quietly, with supreme authority over all the people crawling under its feet.

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The true believers who preached did not leave Deschanel.

On the one hand, it is because Deschanel has not been affected by the war for the time being; It's not just about distributing oatmeal and preaching scriptures, but about sharing suffering, even if you die for it.

This spirit originated from Sealand, the disciple of the prophet thousands of years ago. In the face of the persecution of King Anukt, he did not lead the true believers away, but revolted together with the true believers.

After the grand sacrifice, Catherine came to the place where the true believers lived out of concern for the true believers.

Although the wind of famine hit Deschanel, these true believers who were able to preach were similar to those priests who practiced asceticism. They were all people who were accustomed to poverty. They didn't have many complaints. Even Catherine had to marvel at their will.

"Don't be surprised, Catherine. As long as you are devout enough, no matter which god that person believes in, you can do it."

The deputy elder laughed like this.

Catherine thinks about it too, musicians play music for sacrifices, and she has also seen poor priests.

The great elder came out slowly, seeing Catherine, the old man smiled.

Catherine looked at the First Elder, and couldn't help but feel a little shy.

She knew that the Great Elder was hesitant to the Lord, but she would not say anything more, let alone informers, but she could not avoid harboring grudges in her heart.

The Great Elder didn't know if he didn't notice Catherine's eyes, or because he was old and no longer cared about these little things. He turned his head and looked into the distance, and saw the gathered soldiers.

"There is going to be a war...may God bless them."

The Great Elder said so.

For a moment, Catherine couldn't tell whether the blessing in the second half of the sentence was out of habit or sincere.

But because she is a music fanatic, she simply didn't think about it so much, and put all these things behind her.

She ignored the grudge in her heart, stepped forward, and asked casually:
"What will they encounter?"

The Great Elder spoke heavily:
"Death... Massacre... The prophecies I see are very vague. I can't see anything except these vague words..."

Catherine was stunned for a moment, she had a vague expectation, but when the elder said it directly, she couldn't help feeling panic.

Desire and greed, fueled by the gods headed by Ndola, are magnified almost infinitely.

This is all because the once supreme order of the kingdom of the gods was broken, trampled, and shattered...

Human beings are the dust of the earth. The gods opened their mouths and spit out a strong wind, and the dust would move with the wind, unable to control themselves.

In the midst of this ruinous chaos, with the collapse of order, man is doomed to kill.

And after that, as they killed each other, so the gods will kill each other.

The wanton ravages of the gods on the mortal world will eventually suffer evil consequences.

The mud and dust on the earth startled and fell, but only the mud and dust were turbulent, as if the clouds passed by, but the sky stayed behind.

(End of this chapter)