Throne of the North.

Chapter 446 Return of the Evil God
What are the gods' followers?

New connections were being established, so Ryan naturally would not miss out on the ready-made knowledge base and wrote a letter to Archbishop Adriana.

"The followers of the gods are the people of the great being. They are given the power of the origin of the great being, but only the great Lord of the Dawn can actively accept believers."

"Except for my Lord, no other gods are qualified."

"However, there will always be mortals who get too close to the original power of this great existence, and their souls will be distorted. That is the same irreversible and terrible result as looking directly at the great existence. Mortals cannot bear that power, so they can only change themselves so that their bodies and souls can bear the origin of the great existence."

"The followers of gods are also the followers of gods. It can be said that they are already a kind of tribe. From the life form, flesh and blood appearance, to the soul origin, they have become the same kind."

"They were...too close."

"Or rather - the gods are too close to them."

The vast majority of mortals cannot do this, nor are they qualified to take the initiative to approach the great beings.

Then, the only possibility is the second one.

"A god has descended upon the Andara Kingdom!"

Ryan looked up, his eyes widened, the situation seemed particularly serious.

A god has come, and at this moment, the Holy See will not care about the Kingdom of Andara at all.

The Empire will take care of it, but once it does, it will really have nothing to do with Ryan.

"It has to be quick."

Thinking of this, Ryan immediately set off for the north, where the dragon's tomb was.

"Lord Areris, I have come to discuss with you the great being served by those monsters in the crypts beneath this snowy land."

Ryan appeared on the snowy battlefield. The soldiers of the Buck Legion were frantically slaughtering the gray-skinned goblins rushing towards them from all directions. The giant dragon in the sky roared, and the dragon's breath surrounded the army. The whole scene looked epic and spectacular.

"These damn gray goblins, they actually want to steal the bones of the Dragon Emperor!"

The dragon roared angrily. It had lived in this snowy land for hundreds of years, but it had never noticed that there were so many gray-skinned goblins under the earth. How did they survive and what did they eat?
“Perhaps, I know the reason.”

Ryan said:

"Their god has returned. The creator of the wights, the source of all decay, has given these goblins an oracle. The great being wants to snatch the dragon's bones and restore his power."

"If...it's really possible."

"Certainly possible."

The dragon roared. He didn't tell Ryan more, but it showed that the eleven frozen dragon skeletons in front of him concealed even greater power. The Dragon King was probably the demigod that King McReynolds mentioned.

"We need to stop him. If he obtains the remains of the dragon, I'm afraid all of us will become his followers."

Ryan said this, and it was probably not an exaggeration. A resurrected god who wanted to restore his power would not be limited to the Andara Kingdom.

If possible, the whole world could become His kingdom.

“Has He returned?”

The dragon was shocked, for it remembered that the orc king had previously invoked the power of the gods to exile the spirit of the wight.

"He has people here, so He will be able to find traces of this world no matter what."

“And now He has returned.”

"I will send more troops here. These gray-skinned goblins are not infinite in number. They live underground in this world, but as long as they are alive, they have to consume energy. Food is the only source of life for goblins. The North cannot produce too much food, and there will be a day when they will be killed."

Ryan said firmly, but this time, it was the dragon that hesitated.

It also felt it was abnormal, but there were too many of these gray-skinned goblins.

But there is no other way now.

"By the way, is there any way to fight those zombies?"

Ryan asked, the heritage of dragons is ancient and long-standing, and any story about gods will always include dragons flying in the sky.

"Hobiyi..."

The dragon called out His name, but it didn’t matter now because He had returned. However, only the dragon and Ryan were qualified to hear this voice, otherwise it would cause great chaos.

"He is the master of the corpse ghosts, and the meaning of his existence is to make everything fall into death, and let all the dead come alive in the kingdom of decay."

"If you want to fight against Hobiyi's power, you need to use blazing energy, but for you humans, there is not much blazing energy that you can master. Fire is the easiest energy."

"Use fire? So simple?"

Ryan said in surprise, the dragon lowered its head, but seemed accustomed to it.

"Those old gods are not difficult to deal with, otherwise those orcs would not have been able to exile Hobiyi before."

The dragon told Ryan that the most primitive power can fight against the most primitive great existence.

Flame is the first ray of light possessed by humans in the wild world, and the birth of civilization began with flame.

Is this some kind of factional division?
Ryan thought to himself but didn't ask. Asking too much now would only add more trouble.

He hurried back to the frozen land. Although it was still winter, Ryan felt that Rhino Horn Mountain was somewhat warm.

“Is the temperature difference so big?”

Ryan looked at the bustling town at the foot of the mountain. The lively atmosphere dispelled the coldness of the North. The people of the Frozen Territory did not live badly this winter.

He couldn't send troops to the Andara Kingdom at will, but he could send troops into the northern border at will. At this moment, the dragon skeletons were no longer just a matter of interest, but also involved a war with the evil god.

"How could the royal family of the Andara Kingdom turn into zombies?"

Ryan was puzzled.

The Andara royal family had already killed thousands of people in anger.

"Why! Why wasn't the dungeon under surveillance? How could those damn monsters rush out?!"

King Adams roared angrily inside the palace. In front of him, the royal members lowered their heads.

The corpse ghosts did not appear in the past two days, but existed before the Festival of Grace. However, the royal family imprisoned the corpse ghosts in the dungeon at that time and hid all the news.

But no one expected that the negligence of the royal family members would lead to the opening of the dungeon, which was a place where legends could be imprisoned, but it was easily opened by the corpse ghosts and they ran out. It would have been fine if they ran out, but the corpse ghosts actually regained some of their human consciousness and brought their families to serve the great gods.

The process was cruel, they killed themselves and then called out the name of the great Hobie during the sacrifice, and gradually, the dead royal family members came back to life and turned into gray-skinned monsters.

This happened in full view of everyone.

The royal family's crude army killed many people, but still could not prevent the news from leaking.

The king was trembling all over, not only because of the consequences of this incident, but also because too much royal blood was lost in this incident.

Previously, when the orcs broke into the royal city and brought about the war, a number of royal family members had already died, but at that time they were able to run away quickly.

However, the subsequent civil war and the previous sacrifices, which attempted to use the power of the gods to purify the curse in the bloodline of the Andara royal family, led to the deaths of a large number of people, who were transformed into zombies.

As a result, now these royal members who have become zombies have turned their own small families into monsters, serving the evil gods.

The death of royal family members is not a good thing for any noble. There may be many reasons why nobles are powerful, but the huge number of bloodline population is an indispensable foundation.

Just like the Clayton family, being able to be born into a family has become an advantage that is envied by all the nobles.

Killing them is easy, but restoring the number of these royal family members will take more than a decade or two.

Moreover, once this incident breaks out, the news will surely spread throughout the entire southern land, and it will be questionable whether the Andara Kingdom can hold out for another decade or two.

Adams feared this, because whether they served the Dawn or the Light, they were all children of the great Sun in the sky.

Ghouls? The Church would judge them as heretics, and the Empire would never endorse the Andara Kingdom because of the conflict with the Church.

After all, those royal members turned into monsters in front of many people.

"Your Majesty, the most important thing now is what to do."

In the palace, Daryl Andara, the only Sanctuary Knight of the royal family, spoke up and said that he was called from the north because King Adams was afraid that the zombies would rush in and turn him into a monster as well.

There was no way. The Andara royal family only had Daryl, a powerful extraordinary person, left. If the royal family had not been weak and it was difficult for extraordinary people to survive, the corpse monsters in the dungeon would not have escaped so easily.

"What else can we do? Kill those damn monsters quickly. They are definitely not members of the Andara royal family. They are all evil demons transformed into humans. They are monsters!"

The king roared, but Daryl did not execute it immediately. He looked at the king hesitantly and finally told the truth.

"Our army is no match for those monsters, and I have tried to kill the ghouls, but a legendary power has emerged among them."

"I suspect that a great being has descended, just like... His Highness Hernan in the past."

"Damn Hernan, he caused all this, he caused everything, he made the kingdom become what it is now!"

Adams shouted loudly, blaming all the problems on Hernan who had caused the chaos in the kingdom.

Naturally, he couldn't go any further, because above him would be his father, the previous King.

"Where's Grand Duke Leta? Let his army deal with those monsters!"

Adams said that he forgave Daryl when he heard about legendary power, and then naturally thought of Grand Duke Leta, the only person in the kingdom who possessed legendary power.

"His Majesty!"

Daryl's voice deepened.

"This is an internal matter of the royal family."

"Yep."

Adams was so frightened by the breath of the sanctuary that he shuddered all over, then he reacted. Yes, this was a trouble within the royal family itself, and the royal family had to solve it themselves. If the royal family had to rely on the nobles who followed them to solve such things, then wouldn't it be telling all the nobles that the royal family could no longer solve any problems?
They must be powerful, the most powerful nobles in the land of the Andara Kingdom. They are kings, and the royal family has declined, but everyone understands and everyone sees, which are two different things.

"Kill those monsters at all costs!"

The king was gathering his troops, and the process seemed slow, but in the face of faith, Hobiyi's followers were incredibly fast.

Under the will of the gods, a large number of corpses gathered in the north of the royal city, where the lower class people lived. Because it was close to the north, it was close to possible wars and disasters.

"The great Hobiyi will grant us eternal life!"

"He will make us no longer hungry or cold, He can resurrect the dead, and He can fulfill all our wishes!"

The corpses were howling, and the sounds at night seemed eerie and terrifying. Every household had their doors closed, but they still couldn't stop the screams from coming out.

On the empty ground, the zombies were kneeling on the ground with corrosive liquid flowing through their bodies, praying to the bright moon in the sky, calling for the arrival of Hobiyi.

Around them were corpses of dead humans. The blood had not yet cooled and the bodies were still warm.

This was a sacrifice. Gradually, the surface of the moon was stained with a hazy black air. The evil god returned, and the first thing he did was to create his own followers.

Hobiyi can gain the power of faith from the zombies, so he must create more zombies.

He was too close, and the corpses on the ground began to change. The expressions of the dead became stiff and hideous, and the wounds on their bodies no longer flowed with blood, but black liquid. After the liquid solidified, the corpses stood up.

The skin turned gray, the ears and eyes became slightly pointy, the limbs became slender, and they grew sharp weapons.

Screams came from broken throats, and the shrill sound spread in all directions, making the north of Andara Royal City even more terrifying and thrilling.

As the transformation of the corpse ghosts was completed, the will of the gods also descended, and silently, tens of thousands of corpse ghosts killed thousands of households in the royal city.

Kill everything and let the world fall into death. The rotting world will become the kingdom of the zombies Hobbit.

Shiki have only one purpose, which is to kill living beings.

The rest is left to the great being they serve.

Hobiyi was watching the war in the darkness. Being watched by the gods was never a good thing, so the entire royal city fell into a desperate massacre before the new day arrived.

They had never longed for the light of dawn as much as they did today, and thus the faith in the morning light expanded again in the royal city of the Andara Kingdom at a terrifying speed.

The clergy of the Holy See may not be as pure as before, but the current Holy See's sensitivity to politics and power is still trustworthy. The people of the Holy Mountain told the Pope that the believers who still believe in the Dawn in the land of the Andara Kingdom will become the foundation for them to reoccupy this land.

He was right.

The moment a ray of morning light pierced through the darkness, drove away the moon, and illuminated the royal city, countless people became fanatical followers of the Lord of Dawn.

The glow of morning light kept them alive, because when the sun shone down, the evil monsters in the darkness disappeared.

The resurrected evil god has returned, and his power has plunged the land he is watching into despair. However, it is undeniable that even Hobiyi does not dare to easily touch the realm of the Lord of Dawn and the God of Light.

(End of this chapter)