The ground suddenly stopped sinking, and then suddenly swelled up towards the sky. Countless bodies and limbs of the dead soldiers flew into the dark sky.
The doomsday-like scene made the people outside the area widen their eyes. They could no longer express their feelings in words in front of such a scene. They could only look around helplessly and use the same shocked expressions of the people next to them to confirm that they were not dreaming.
"Boom!"
There seemed to be a huge mountain range in the distance. This was just an illusion created by the sand that was blown up. With just this spell, more than 20,000 soldiers were buried under the ground. Many had once again used his amazing strength to teach everyone a lesson.
From then on, there were no more slanderous rumors in the army.
Gently putting away Krillin's Blade, Many turned and walked back to the tavern he was in. He was relaxed and expressionless, as if he had just gone out to do something unimportant. When he entered the door, Elder Sandinalan was staring at the fireplace alone in a daze.
"Is all this worth it?"
Her question seemed to be directed at herself, but also seemed to be asking Many.
"The meaning of victory is not to win more benefits. In my opinion, perhaps today's death can prevent more killing in the future."
Many sat opposite the Elder, sighed softly and continued, "Of course, I don't know if it's worth it. If everything in the world needs to be measured, isn't it too boring?"
"What a strange idea. Maybe I'm old and muddled."
Sandinalan was not like an old stubborn person who stuck to her own views. Instead, she had an unusual spirit of self-mockery. When facing Many, this kind of self-mockery seemed to be getting more and more frequent. This was the first time in a thousand years.
"Jia Luo, report to me the latest news tomorrow."
"Yes."
Jia Luo did not seem to be affected by the earth-shattering forbidden spell. He nodded lightly and retreated into the shadows.
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The next day was daytime. The hot weather made it so that there was no one outside the village. The soldiers were hiding in the dug underground houses to avoid the heat. Many were quietly listening in their own rooms as Jia Luo reported to them the information he had just collected.
It was clear that the absolute might and shock made the commoners who originally lived here and the first batch of captives feel fear and fear from the bottom of their hearts.
There was no need for interrogation or torture. There were already people who were willing to reveal all the useful information they knew. Perhaps this was the only way to alleviate the fear of death in their hearts.
There was no other reason, because the task of cleaning up the battlefield was given to them by many.
No one dared to flee. They watched as the army of over 10,000 was reduced to ashes by a single sword strike from this peerless expert. The ground was littered with corpses, and there were not even a few thousand of them. Most of them were buried under the cold ground by the hard soil.
Alive?
Perhaps only a few people managed to escape this disaster, but they would probably spend the rest of their lives in this horrible memory.
"No one knows the name of the Monarch. It seems that they have some kind of strange rule. However, it is known that the Eastern Continent has been breeding daemons on a large scale for the past few decades … Now, they are moving towards the Southern Region, and their numbers are increasing."
Jia Luo said softly as he looked at the parchment in his hand.
"It seems that there are not many reinforcements coming this way. The capital here is also in the central region of the Northern Region. It is about 30 days' journey from here, as we have to cross a tall mountain on the way …"
Many listened quietly to this information. When Jia Luo finished reading, he slowly gave an order, "Resupply within three days. Everyone, prepare to go to the Southern Region."
"Yes, my Lord."
Jia Luo accepted the order and left.
Many people were left in the room. They quietly looked at the empty wall and pondered for a while. Many sighed and said, "Everything doesn't seem to be that simple."
"Get ready."
Nairíos's voice echoed in his mind, as if responding to him.
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There was bound to be a goal in the arduous journey. When they reached their goal, they might get an ecstatic sense of achievement, but more than that, they would feel a faint sense of loss.
Will the Owen's really feel happy after we obtain what we're fighting for?
Sometimes, the desire that followed was the main culprit that led to the fall. Many people knew this very well.
The ground of the Eastern Continent seemed to be unusually hard. After more than 10 days, the army stepped into Justinian's territory in the South. The owner of this territory was the leader of the second army that had attacked the Eastern Continent. But it was obvious that this man, who was considered to be famous in the entire Eastern Continent, died under the shocking attack without even seeing what he looked like. He did not even have the time to leave a last word.
When the army rushed into the territory, the defending army was almost defenseless against the cold and powerful army. Count Carlin's army seemed to exist for battle. They may not be the strongest, but they were definitely the most obedient.
After entering the Southern Region, many people expected to know the final destination of the Hellhounds. The so-called space-time portal was located at the southernmost part of the entire Eastern Continent!
As a military transit station, Justinian's territory should be a transit service area for the attacking forces of the three continents. However, in the face of many armies, they seemed to be even weaker than the most ordinary city defense army. More than half of the territory had been occupied, and they could not resist at all!
Many people's goal was not to invade and conquer, so his soldiers did not begin to plunder the so-called spoils of war after occupying a territory. Instead, they passed through the entire Justinian Province at an unusually fast speed. During this period, they lost no more than 300 soldiers.
Everything went exceptionally smoothly. The army that had pierced into Justinian's territory like a sharp knife stopped in front of a not-so-tall mountain after 10 days.
The air was dense with indescribable and vast magical waves. Looking at the bright light and the huge stone arch at the mountainside, many people knew that their journey seemed to be coming to an end.
Of course, everything was not that simple. Just as many people expected, just as the huge army of more than 20,000 people began to advance towards the mountainside, the originally pitch-black sky suddenly began to flicker with beams of light.
What was to come, would eventually come.
Many of them looked at the sky, and the Blade of Krillin suddenly appeared in their hands. Immediately, a layer of pale golden light appeared on the surface of the entire army. The families of the Ducker Warriors and the Dark Elf Warriors were all looking at the sky in confusion. The soldiers around them were ordered by their lord to protect them in the middle of the army. They did not dare to make any unnecessary movements or words.
During these few days of attack, many people discovered a very surprising fact … The residents of this continent actually had the same faith as the believers of the Central Continent.
Their faith was not Garen, but they did not have any image!
An invisible God might be considered a very normal thing, but the clothes of these believers were somewhat familiar …
The smear of red on their arms made many people associate them with the "heretics" who had ambushed and assassinated him in the Western Continent.
Here, the so-called True God was the false god in the eyes of the Central Continent's believers?
The words that the assassin said before his death were still echoing in many people's ears — "Garen is just a false god!"
This kind of slander did not affect many people. He was curious about the teachings of this God. However, the results of Garen's investigation told him that the teachings of these believers were actually similar to the teachings of the Demon God Garen.
Would the Gods also fight for believers?
Many people saw two figures wearing smiling masks tearing apart the same cake, and the Clint ''s Blades in their hands suddenly disappeared.
Elder Sandinaran, who was standing next to her, noticed the fluctuation of her emotions. However, she continued to sit leisurely with her legs crossed. Her slender and fair calves were exposed from her robe, swaying back and forth in front of many people in a seemingly casual manner.