After the full level, my soft rice system is long overdue

In that bright scene, is a city full of vitality.

This is a city full of books, and bookstores with small black tower logos can be seen everywhere.

Commoners, nobles, adventurers, scholars...

All kinds of people come and go in and out of the bookstore, holding rolls of books in their hands, no matter men, women, old or young, their eyes are shining with the brilliance of seeking knowledge.

And in the center of the city is a dark tower that soars into the sky, as if to connect the sky and the earth.

Humans, half-elves, dwarves, vampires...

There is no racial barrier between humans and sub-races, and they wear dark wizard robes together, and go in and out of the tower...

And above the blue sky.

A magical airship made a dull sound and passed slowly over the city.

..

The dead soul stared at the illusory scene, opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He seemed to have returned to the scene when he saw the unbroken, magnificent and magnificent pure white tower for the first time when he was young.

It was an era when wizards could walk under the sun. Every wizard who walked out of the Three Towers could receive preferential treatment and courtesy from various countries, and any team of adventurers would spare no effort to recruit a wizard as a companion..

At that time, the Tower of Pure White was full of talented people. Although there were differences between the eight pages of schools, they were all fighting for reason. Many wizards had different ideas but still loved each other.

Every year at the Eight Pages Council, the elders of the Eight Pages School quarreled endlessly over disputes over arcane concepts, and often arguing and arguing turned into actual combat in the subspace..

As for the juniors of their respective schools, they mingled together in a friendly manner in the auditorium below, drinking and discussing the law, and talking freely about anecdotes and gossips from the mainland.

And his teacher...

The kind and old Lord of the White Tower.

He always sits on the chief seat of the eight-page mage, holding his forehead helplessly, and calmly watching everything that happens in the White Tower.

..

This is the pure white tower in the memory of the dead.

It is a precious memory that he still remembers in his heart even though he was transformed into an immortal bone demon.

But all of this...

None existed after that jihad.

So he spent his whole life wanting to avenge the White Tower..

Because even after 2000 years, he can't forget those beautiful people and things.

..

"It's really... some nostalgic sights."

The dead soul's voice was a little muffled.

"There is no doubt that this is a civilization that belongs exclusively to wizards."

"The wizard's inheritance was not completely cut off in my hands because of my self-willedness."

Although he had already seen the opponent's heel from the spell used by Charles, and had a vague guess.

Only with a perfect wizard heritage..

Have a relaxed environment where wizards can learn freely without being suppressed or oppressed.

A wizard as powerful as Shire will be born.

But at this moment, when the real scene appeared in front of his eyes, he was still a little choked up by the shock.

After a long time, the soul of the dead just recovered from the surging state and spoke slowly.

"My last question—"

"The world you are in, where the legacy of wizards is stored..."

"Do gods and churches exist..."

The words of the dead soul hesitated, with hesitation.

The picture displayed by Shire made him involuntarily think of the Tower of Pure White.

The three wizarding towers back then were extremely powerful.

Even the monarchs of the major kingdoms need to treat each other with courtesy when facing the eight-page mage.

However, even in such an extremely prosperous age of wizards——

But it still ended up in such a disastrous end.

So--

The picture shown to him by the young legend in front of him...

And why is it impossible, just like his white tower——

What about the brilliant, but dreamy bubbles that break at the touch of a touch?

After all, the wizard's disaster has already been staged once in this world.

However, facing the hidden reminders and warnings in the words of the dead souls——

Charles just smiled and shook his head.

"In my world, there is indeed a church named Dawn."

"It's just that it is based on the support and trust of the people, and then this trust is fed back to them, so as to form a virtuous circle—"

"As for the superior existence of the gods—"

"It may have happened before, and in the future, it may appear again."

"only--"

Shire's words were very calm, and he didn't feel any fear or wavering because he knew the tragic past of the wizards in this world.

"Whether they exist or not—"

"I think our world is ready to welcome them."

"As a friend of mine once said."

In Charles' mind, Isabella's proud figure in military uniform suddenly appeared, which made him smile.

"In that world where human beings support each other, stand on their own feet, and use their own hands to explore the existence of all things in the world—"

"There has never been a place for a high-ranking god."

..

On the unlit wasteland, there is an abandoned palace.

The exterior of this palace is extremely magnificent and gorgeous. Even though no one has repaired it for a long time, it can still distinguish the gorgeous appearance of the past through the details.

This palace once belonged to a duke in the kingdom, and it was a vacation palace built by him with huge sums of money.

It's just that time—

It has always been the most ruthless and also the most just existence.

Whether civilians—

Or the powerful nobles, under the tide of the era of cataclysm and lightless disaster, the ending is not the slightest difference.

Ashes to ashes to dust, that's all.

deepest part of the palace.

A series of pale and decayed haggard figures stood quietly.

These twilight creatures have different shapes. Some of them can be distinguished as powerful monsters before birth, while others can be deduced to be a powerful knight before their birth based on the broken armor.

However, whether it is a monster or a human figure, they are all the same, exuding an extremely powerful aura——

Among them, the weakest is above the seventh level.

The strongest has even reached the quasi-legendary level, and is only one step away from the legendary level.

Only those who have achieved legendary status during their lifetime can retain their quasi-legendary status after death.

However, these twilight creatures with powerful auras just quietly stood around the dark throne in the center of the palace.

A dark figure sat on the black iron throne.

The position of his eyes is covered with shadows, and his specific features are extremely blurred, making it difficult to see clearly.

Behind his back, layers of phantom black wings hung down, covering most of his body.

Everything that happened between the thrones is undoubtedly unreasonable to outsiders.

Twilight creatures will just wander unconsciously in most cases, chasing light sources and launching an offensive.

How could it be like this at this moment——

Like a guard, guarding a certain existence.

However, no matter how unreasonable it was, it actually happened in this palace.

After a long silence that cannot be counted in time.

On the black iron throne, the dark figure sleeping like a stone sculpture trembled slightly, as if waking up from a long sleep.

He slowly stood up, stretched out his hand, and slowly placed it on top of the Twilight creature that looked like a wolf in front of him.

After a little soul fluctuation, he nodded slightly.

"There is a city that has never fallen into darkness..."

"Even, it seems that an autonomous light source with extremely high conversion efficiency has been developed?"

"Light..."

The figure like a dark angel uttered a silent soliloquy, with a long sigh of emotion.

Everyone in this world thought that the Sun God had fallen.

Such a point of view is accurate, because as the first target of the blasphemous Trojan horse-compared to the other gods who are still half-dead, retain some of their personalities, and are lingering in the deepest part of the astral world.

The god of the scorching sun and truth has indeed ceased to exist, and no matter how long the years have passed, he cannot return from the star realm.

but--

For the gods, there has never been a real death.

The throne belonging to the God of Lieyang and Truth collapsed in the cataclysm, and the Kingdom of God and the Domain of God also fell into oblivion.

However, the remnants of its authority, as well as the distorted divinity in the out-of-control, madness, and pollution brought by the blasphemous Trojan horse, have completed the aggregation again.

It's just that the brand new product that has been aggregated——

It is quite different from the original sacred sun god.

It can even be said to be the opposite of the complete opposite.

Even the majestic and sacred power of light that was originally the symbol of the sun god——

Also under the reversal brought about by the Fall, it becomes the distorted power that silently pollutes creatures in the dark and transforms them into dusk creatures.

However, in a way—

Falling from the throne of the gods, the fallen sun god, whose personality has been greatly damaged, has a bit more human desires than the divine incarnation in his heyday.

He can't wait to get his lost person back.

But if you want to ascend to the throne of God again, re-establish the Kingdom of God, and look down on the world from a high position.

Then, faith and believers are essential things.

only--

With his current damaged and depraved power, coupled with the relentless target of the Twilight Witch who blasphemed the Sun God and stole the authority of God from him——

Imagine how easy it is to regain the glory of being the head of the gods like in the beginning?

then.

The twisted and fallen sun god chose a shortcut that was close to his current authority.