The man of creation opened his eyes for the first time.

It is a pair of eyes that are difficult to describe in words. It is like crystal, and there are countless brilliance and restraint. One of the ultimate beauty and purity seems to be concentrated in the huge eyes, but these eyes do not contain any at the moment. Feelings It just looks at it quietly, watching the mortal who floats in front of her and boldly provokes provocation. There is no hostility in the line of sight, no friendliness, and no even a single curiosity and care.

Bertila felt that her eyes and brain were tingling in the faintness. She didn't have a gaze with the gods, but she only had the feeling of being shocked when she saw the other person's eyes from a distance, but she did not move away. The line of sight, on the other hand, looks like a deliberate confrontation with everything that is about to happen, including the black robe priests standing on the floating island, and no one has looked away.

The great patriarch calmly confronted the eyes of the gods, and then walked forward, his body gradually shrouded in a ray of light, as if he had merged with the holy light around the man-made god.

In the end, rebellious, the most extreme negation and confrontation against the gods, the final step is to inject humanity into the gods, in order to erase the divine nature...

Mankind will be freed from the shackles of divine creation and gain the power of free development, and a **** standing in the human camp will be born in the ritual and become the first weapon of the mortal against the gods.

The body of the great priest gradually dissolved in the light, and the glory of the scorpion slowly fell into the forehead of the man-made god. Bertila felt that her eyes had begun to seep out blood, but she still stared at it all, staring at it. The ceremony proceeds to the final step.

The dark chiefs bowed their heads and sang the ancient prayers in unison. The prayers were once used to praise the supreme power of the **** Amoun, but at this moment, this prayer contains endless depression. It is like a song for funeral, which declares that one of the gods will end completely today.

Everything is dead, and God is so in a world where no one can escape, the Druids who break into the darkness no longer expect any eternal or supreme power. They abandon the fear of God, and naturally no longer Longing for that god, they are not going to make a god, nor intend to make themselves a god. Their real purpose is to turn God into a human being.

Bertila's hand gently licked the rough cover of the ultimate book, whispered: "The **** of nature will become history, no matter where the giant deer Amoen finally fell, no matter what means the gods rely on. Let yourself be resurrected in every cycle. From now on, at least this **** will cease to exist..."

The endless brilliance in midair finally completely integrated into the body of the artificial god. A low breathing sound broke the silence of the ceremony. Bertila woke up from her meditation. She looked up and saw the artificial and full of surprises and expectations. God is slowly closing his eyes.

After a moment of calm, the eyes finally slowly opened.

There is only endless chaos and madness in it.

......

The majestic magic barrier surrounds the borders of the former empire, and the waste soil inside the barrier is as always.

The dark and deep clouds seem to be pressed down by the lead, and the disorderly winds whistling in all directions, the smoke and the dust, the sky, the energy lightning flowing between the clouds and the dust storm, sending out continuous Low roar and bright flashes.

In the "energy thunderstorm" that this wasteland often encounters, the incarnation of the tree is moving its intricate roots, and the whole forest creeps and climbs a hill covered with black crystalline stones.

A larger energy arc flashed, and the glare almost traversed the entire sky. In the low-pitched sound that followed, countless smashing giants around the forest swayed, screaming at the sky, flying fast Looking for a safe corner of the forest.

In the middle of the forest, an old tree swayed its own branches, and the wrinkled bark surface showed a dry and horrible face. This face looked at the far north and looked at the direction of the Ansu Kingdom.

Another energy arc crossed the sky, and in the pale flash, the leader of the leader made a low, hoarse laughter.

"Injecting humanity...

"Poor Master, do you think that when you arrive in the Kingdom of God and see the knowledge of the gods, what do you have, is it human?"

The rustling sound came from the side, and another giant tree squirmed with the roots passing by. The same low and hoarse voice came in the air: "God... God is not lacking in humanity..."

"This has nothing to do with us," the leader of the leader said slowly. "The shackles imposed on us have been lifted. We can finally end this never-ending shackle and self-exile to start our own plan. Go to the old imperial capital, there is the energy we need in the deep blue well, we will be there to complete the final step of embracing the new world."

"Yes, the great leader."

......

The monsters that came from the southeast of the plains were crazy.

It seems that some unknown force affects the minds of all the clustered monsters at the same time, and it seems that the cluster commanders are insane at the same time, and the original army, which is still well-ordered and disciplined, becomes a violent overnight. The wave of beasts.

The number of seemingly endless monsters rushing from the plains around the clock, and instinctively driven by the city defense of St. Sunil City, from the heights, only to see the Kuroshio surge, the earth shakes, dense The crystal shines in the sky under the madness of the madness, and the continuous arcane lightning jumps between these monsters, constantly converges into powerful guns, as if the siege hammer hits St. Sunil again and again. The shield and the façade, the screams of screams and explosions spread throughout the city, and even into the inner city!

The defending knights ran on the high wall, repelling the monsters who tried to climb the wall again and again. The nervous and feared soldiers gathered around the trebuchet and the large smashing car, and the burning stone continued to be burned in the commander’s call. The bomb and the arrow hit the enemy.

The sky is gloomy and terrible. The whistling wind is covered with sporadic raindrops. With the unusual cold of this season, the darkness of the sky seems to reflect the heavier people. In the dark sky, even the most brave and good warfare regiment is fast. Losing morale, even if the Cavaliers continue to launch inspiring extraordinary power, it has little effect.

But whenever the physical strength and morale of the soldiers fell to a certain extent, there would be a grand light curtain on the wall of the city, with the echo of the holy ethereal in the middle. The light curtain seemed to dissipate the haze of the sky for a short time. In the illusory light and warmth of dreams, the knights and soldiers once again restored their strength and once again rushed to the city wall...

The wind whistled and blew across the upper level of the castle. The windows that were not closed were suddenly blown away by the wind. The cold rain and the cold wind rushed into the house together. The fearful maid flew and ran to close the window, fearing that it would suffer for a second. Punish even if the owner of the room is not present at the moment.

The window was just closed for two seconds, and the door of the room was suddenly pushed open, and the two figures walked in quickly. Both of these figures were fully armed, and they were still wrapped in cold breath. They stayed in the cold for too long, so that the wind and rain outside seemed to follow them into the room, and the door opened. The maid even suspected that the window she had just closed was blown away by the wind.

"His Royal Highness, Duke."

"Well, you can retire."

"Yes."

The maid left the room with respect and loss, and the two figures went to the desk and the high back chair. One of the silver-and-white gold-plated armor came to the widest velvet seat, took off his helmet and dropped it on the side table. Under the helmet, the Welsh Moen was revealed. Face.

"The barrier has temporarily stabilized, relying on the extra energy supply of the magical focus of Xicheng District, St. Sunil's shield should be able to last for a while," Welsh Moen looked at the Duke of the West, who followed him to enter the house, "Cathedral The official group also went to the wall in time, and the morale and rest of the soldiers were being alleviated."

"But those monsters are becoming more and more scary," said the Duke of Westland, Berdwin Franklin, who followed the Welsh. He wore a dark blue starry weave robes, but the robes were vaguely hidden. You can see that there is a chain of armor, which makes this somewhat ruthless Duke of the country a bit more brave. "They lost their organization, but they become more ferocious and fearless, if they are in the plain battlefield. This is a weakness, but at this moment, they have a huge quantitative advantage and created a siege, which becomes very dangerous."

After a moment of silence in Wales, he suddenly asked: "When can the Western Army Corps arrive?"

"They have been near Pingshui Lake in two days," said Berdwin Franklin. "Reassured, Your Highness, they will ease the situation."

"I know...but I'm not worried about St. Sunil," Wales said quickly. "Please inform your army, split half of the people and let them line the line along the west bank of the Gorgon River, from the north. South arrangement..."

Berdwin immediately reacted: "Are you worried about those monsters crossing the river?"

"As you said," Wales slowly nodded. "The monsters are crazy, the action is no longer logical... When they are still a big army, they will focus on the offensive target, and the purpose will be banned, but now They are crazy... Once the wandering monsters cross the river in large numbers and enter the western plains of the Holy Spirit, the consequences are terrible."

"I will arrange it right away," Berdwin Franklin nodded, and then mentioned another thing. "His Royal Highness, I received the news that the army in the South had left the Rock Fortress almost a month ago and they were active in the southern part of the plain. It seems that the monsters are also fighting against the monsters. The information is now coming, and the details are unknown."

"... Cecil..." Welsh whispered the word, then shook his head. "Too far, we must rely on ourselves first."

Berdwin Franklin quietly watched Wales for a few seconds before he said: "Not everyone can keep the inner city aristocracy is now shaken seriously. The kings and nobles have been divided into two factions, and they advocate adhering to and advocating abandoning the city and fleeing. Almost half of the people, their quarrels have even affected the stability of the defending Knights. A lot of knights are not only loyal to the royal family, but also themselves a member of each family, and their family is now planning to escape."

"Abandoning the city, abandoning the city... Where are you going to abandon the city?" Welsh clenched his fist and said bitterly, "St. Sunil is the last fortress currently blocking the axis of the Holy Spirit Plain. Once it is broken, those Monsters can drive straight into the ground to pollute the entire western plains! The western plains are grain-producing areas, open and unguarded, and the strongest castles are given up than a tower in St. Sunil, which means giving up the entire Ansu, fleeing Going out is just waiting for death. Are they planning to seek refuge in the Ogure tribal state?!"

"...I am afraid, my Highness," said Berdwin Franklin slowly. "The Ogure tribe, the Violet kingdom, and even the northern countries of the country... who advocate the abandonment of the city, may have I packed up my clothes at home and found a place to stay in these countries."

"..."

For a long time, Welsh Moen did not say a word.

Berdwin Franklin just looked at him quietly, watching the Crown Prince who had been away from Silver Fort for many years, and did not say a word.

A few minutes later, Wales stood up and took the helmet from the side table and slowly put it on his head.

Berdwin’s gaze followed the movement of Wales: “Where are you going?”

"Go to the wall again."

"The Crown Prince can really inspire the soldiers on the front line, but in this situation, the morale that you bring too often to the front line is not enough to make up for the danger you face."

Wales was facing the Duke of the West, and his foot stopped for half a second, but in the end he did not say anything, or stepped away from the study.

Berdwin Franklin quietly watched the direction of Wales's departure. For a long time, he whispered:

"Of course, if you are not just going to inspect the city walls... then it's another matter."

『Add bookmarks for easy reading』