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Chapter 520 Divine Calamity (Bonus Chapter 280 for 6K Views!)
Seven days.

The sandstorm that covered the entire northern land lasted for seven days.

More than 70% of the entire northern region is covered by a layer of yellow sand, which adds a touch of color to this pure white land that is covered by snow all year round.

But in contrast to this seemingly poetic description, the yellow sand brought countless deaths.

The ecological environment of the North, formed slowly over countless years, is extremely fragile and cannot withstand external forces.

To escape the erosion of the yellow sand, large numbers of polar animals were forced to migrate north, and many perished on their way to escape the natural disaster, leaving behind tens of thousands of corpses.

Furthermore, under the intervention of some external force, those corpses decomposed at an alarming rate in the frigid cold, turning into countless undead bodies walking on the icy plains and yellow sand.

They wander aimlessly in the north, indiscriminately attacking any creatures that pass by, and even instinctively venturing into human settlements in an attempt to destroy these vibrant lives.

Many more immobile plants were buried by the yellow sand. The sand, which contained the magic of heat, was like poison to these plants that had long been adapted to the cold. After a few days, they quickly withered and died.

Death has gradually spread here.

If this situation continues to deteriorate, it won't be long before all the living beings in the entire Northland will flee.

All life will be reduced to death, and evil forces will rapidly grow stronger, turning the land into a frigid paradise for the dead.

With the gathering of a large number of unclaimed souls, demons, devils, and the undead will soon emerge on this land, taking advantage of the chaos to reap the rewards and continue to create chaos and madness.

This situation is something that the true gods simply cannot tolerate.

Because the Sun God, who was in charge of the main affairs, was in a special state and had not expressed his opinion or paid attention to this matter, the other gods could no longer sit still after waiting for a few days.

The gods, led by the god of martyrdom, lodged a strong protest with the pantheon of nature gods, demanding that the god of sand and stones immediately cease this absurd behavior.

The gods' demands are simple: make this fool stop.

The god of martyrdom went even further, declaring, "If the god of sand and gravel cannot stop under your control, then I will go to Him myself."

There wasn't much of a threat in his words, but no fool in this world would take them as a joke.

Since He has said it, He will definitely do it.

Liam, the god of martyrdom, is in charge of the divine duties of martyrdom and patience.

As one of the younger members of the gods, He ascended to godhood as a mortal during the last war of the gods.

He is the object of faith for many ascetics, knights, the poor, and the oppressed.

Unlike many aloof deities, this is a compassionate deity who truly cares about mortal beings.

Liam is extremely kind-hearted and gentle. He became an ascetic in his youth, willingly taking on the suffering of the world.

Before being deified, He made a great vow to sacrifice Himself as a means of martyrdom for the sake of the whole world.

And after the deification, He did indeed do just that.

His body was covered with scars, large and small, from the suffering he had endured, and he even lost his left hand and right eye.

Not only did he himself fight on the front lines against evil, but his martyred church has also provided free assistance to those who suffer for many years, and has many steadfast followers throughout the world.

In this cruel and merciless world, many vulnerable mortals, the poor, and the sick rely on His church for their livelihood.

Of course, if He only had a gentle and compassionate side when facing the weak, the righteous gods might respect Him, but the evil gods would certainly not see Him as a threat.

In fact, although the God of Martyrdom only possessed mid-level divine power, he was regarded as the top-tier combat force below the Sun God.

When faced with evil, He displays an extremely ferocious and ruthless side.

First of all, the more suffering a monk endures, the stronger he becomes.

As a deified figure among ascetics, the God of Martyrdom is practically the ultimate embodiment of this profession, possessing countless special attack buffs against evil.

When facing other righteous gods, He can only exert mid-level divine power.

However, if the opponent is an evil god, then He can be regarded as a powerful being with high-level divine power, and one of the most powerful among them.

The protests from the gods increased the pressure on the nature pantheon. As the acting head of the pantheon, Freya gritted her teeth, almost driven mad by the foolish God of Sand and Stone.

As the ruler of a pantheon, Fulingya naturally couldn't just give in right away.

When someone comes looking for you, what kind of behavior is it to hand over your subordinates, who are still part of the natural pantheon, without any resistance?
Although the responsibility lies 99% with the God of Sand and Stone, He is still nominally a member of the nature pantheon, and doing so would certainly hurt the feelings of the other pantheon members.

Under the guidance of the Goddess of Winter, Freya could only appease the restless gods on one hand, and on the other hand, quickly warn the earth gods to restrain themselves.

You want to showcase yourself to the world? That's fine!
If you want to seize power, that's fine too.

If you want to separate the family, that's fine too.

You can do whatever you want as long as you're not afraid of losing face.

You can build a giant pyramid out of sand, or turn a vast oasis into a desert, no problem.

If you're just entertaining yourself, nobody will care.

However, you cannot affect tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands or millions of lives!
Although regarded as a neutral faction by outsiders, the nature pantheon, which possesses the authority over life, has never wanted to see a large number of deaths.

However, these are all just the surface-level operations.

In her heart, Fulingya actually hoped that the God of Sand and Stone would continue to go crazy.

Once recognized by the entire world as a newly emerging evil god, the natural pantheon will not actively fight against it, but it will also no longer stand on the side of the God of Sand and Stone, and will simply let it live and die on its own.

The situation becomes increasingly complicated under the death stare of the forces of justice and the incitement of the forces of evil.

On the seventh day, the ever-spreading sandstorm finally stopped its advance.

On this day, the Sandstone Church, which had been silent for many days, finally responded.

Their priests stepped out of the temple and solemnly proclaimed the supreme will of the great god to the entire Northland.

Hand over the filthy creatures you've hidden, and accept the gods' punishment.

[Those who disobey will suffer the wrath of the gods!]

The Sandstone Church gave a deadline of seven days.

If the person is not handed over as required after seven days, the wrath of the gods will descend from the heavens.

This is an ultimatum, a final warning from the gods!
Although this warning may not seem very meaningful to other churches, it shows that the Sandstone Church is quite blustering and cowardly, with a hint of giving up and putting on a brave face.

However, to mortals unaware of the truth, this warning from the gods carries a completely different meaning.

Especially in this environment where yellow sand covers the land, there is an added sense of oppression.

In particular, the Sandstone Church not only issued a warning to the entire northern region this time, but also specially dispatched three teams to notify the three most suspected forces separately.

But this special treatment has only one meaning in the eyes of others—what He is looking for is with you, and you are the ones who have caused us to suffer this crisis for no reason!
This undoubtedly exacerbated the conflicts between the various forces in the North, pushing the Witch Society into a fire pit and roasting them over a flame.

The various forces in the north were immediately enraged, demanding that they hand over the hidden items to appease the gods' anger as soon as possible.

"It's all your fault!"

"Do you even know how many people have died because of your actions?!"

"Hand over the items immediately, and then apologize to the gods and to everyone!"

The witch, who was being angrily berated, left them all speechless with their grievances.

They weren't the ones who did it, so naturally they couldn't hand over the items.

They were perfectly aware of their innocence, each feeling more innocent than the last, and suspected that others had implicated them.

The Aurora Sanctuary faces the least internal crisis. The sanctuary is only so big; how can it be hidden? Where can it be hidden?
The Witches' Guild comprises twelve towers, with numerous smaller peaks within, yet they maintain a fundamental level of trust in each other even in the face of a shared crisis.

The situation in the Northern Kingdom Alliance is the most complex, consisting of more than ten kingdoms of varying sizes, with complicated relationships between them, numerous national and personal grudges, and many historical disputes.

If they hadn't banded together to fight against other forces, they wouldn't have been able to become allies at all.

Transparency is impossible even among the various kingdoms within the alliance, let alone with others.

Amidst this increasingly chaotic situation, time relentlessly slipped away.

Day one.

The Sacred Ground of Extreme Ice is stable and declares to the outside world that it has not disobeyed the gods. Anyone who has doubts is welcome to come to the Sacred Ground to witness it for themselves.

The Witches' Guild held its second witch gathering in a short period of time to discuss how to handle the crisis.

The Kingdom Alliance is in complete chaos.

Day two.

After a day and a night of turmoil, the seven chief members of the Witches' Guild who attended the meeting swore an oath to prove that no outsiders were hiding in their territories.

Because more than half of the voters participated, the meeting, at Fein's request, also passed an emergency plan to conduct management inspections of all chief management territories.

This plan would not normally be approved, as each chief considers their territory as their base and would not easily allow outsiders to come in and investigate.

But with the current crisis looming, the chiefs had no choice but to accept it and imposed various restrictions on the inspectors.

The Kingdom Alliance remains in chaos, with six kingdom leaders, having reached their breaking point, initiating a knightly duel that resulted in the deaths of two.

On the same day, rebellions of varying degrees broke out in the capitals of the four kingdoms.

Day three.

The Cavaliers' duel continues, with three deaths.

Some kingdoms seized the opportunity to dispatch their legendary combat forces to deal with the constant provocations from other countries, hoping to use this opportunity to eliminate the high-end combat forces of their neighboring countries.

The already precarious alliances have become strained once again, with some kingdoms even deploying troops on each other's borders. Before the wrath of the gods descends, war between nations could break out at any moment.

Fourth day.

Just as all the forces were watching coldly as the Kingdom Alliance descended into conflict and was about to enter a state of true chaos, a gaunt man stepped forward after receiving a letter.

Adrian, known as the "Silver Wing Grand Duke," finally took action after enduring so much, single-handedly fighting two legendary warriors clad in full armor.

Then, carrying two helmeted heads, he violently stopped the farce, forcing all the kingdom leaders to shake hands and make peace. He also drafted a proposal in the name of the Kingdom Alliance, bringing the three forces currently caught in the vortex of chaos together to discuss how to resolve the current divine calamity crisis.

Yes.

This duke from the small, remote kingdom of Frost Crystal disrespectfully defined the incident as a "divine calamity."

Although other kingdoms believed that Adrian had probably been driven mad by the pressure, he displayed an extremely decisive and ruthless style of action.

He simply bypassed everyone else and delivered the letter directly to the Ice Holy Land and the Witch's Guild.

fifth day.

As the "deadline" approaches, the representatives of the three forces at the center of the vortex finally gather together.

Furthermore, at the additional request of Finn, the current head of the Witch's Guild, they decided to hold their meeting in the Frost Crystal Kingdom, a small kingdom that had previously had a low profile.

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Frost Crystal King City.

After stepping out of the teleportation array first, Finn frowned slightly.

"right here?"

He had an ordinary face, was slightly shorter than others, and his thin body was hidden under a large cloak. His eyes were sunken and he had heavy dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept in a long time.

But Finn's eyes were very sharp, showing no sign of dejection, and anyone who looked into his eyes could directly feel the powerful will contained within his body.

He looked around, pondered for a moment, and shook his head with some regret.

"My lord? Is there a problem here?"

His entourage noticed his strange behavior, leaned closer and asked him in a low voice, cautiously looking around.

Although they were powerful mages, they did not lower their guard just because they had come to a small kingdom.

Only a cautious and well-prepared mage is qualified to be called a "mage master".

As for those fools who died because of carelessness, they don't deserve to be called mages at all.

"No, it's nothing."

Fein lowered his eyes and said calmly, "I thought there was something special about this place, but seeing it with my own eyes, it's no different from any other kingdom."

“Ignorant and backward, and although surprisingly not very poor, there is no sense of wisdom.”

"I really don't know why she likes this place..."

The last sigh was uttered very softly, only Finn himself could hear it.

He had just secretly sent out his familiar to survey the entire royal city with its eagle eyes, paying particular attention to the slums and other areas.

To his surprise, the residents there looked almost identical to those in his own territory, and he didn't see a single vagrant on the road.

His domain was able to do this because he exempted the residents from taxes and recruited a large number of residents to perform the most basic raw material processing work in his magical artifact factory.

How exactly did a small feudal kingdom manage to lift these people out of poverty?
As Fein was pondering, a tall nun in the slums put down the medicine she was preparing, slowly raised her head, and frowned at the familiar that had concealed itself in the air.

Then, without hesitation, he threw the scripture in his hand forcefully over.

Whoosh—snap.

As the familiar suddenly died without warning, the shared vision disappeared simultaneously, and Finn's brows furrowed even more.

"Huh? They found out so quickly?"

Although the familiar became weak, Finn did not get angry, but merely offered a perfunctory reassurance.

Since there are powerful individuals here who can discover his familiar, he should show them the corresponding respect.

It seems that Frost Crystal is not as weak as it appears; there are powerful individuals with considerable strength hiding here.

Fein pondered silently, his thoughts racing, while his entourage had already met with the royal reception staff who had rushed over upon hearing the news.

After they identified themselves, the kingdom's receptionist greeted them with a polite smile and gracefully led them to the carriage, heading to the location where the three factions were to hold their meeting.

During the journey, the second-in-command of the Witch's Guild frowned slightly and asked in confusion, "You mean, the location isn't the royal palace, but rather the temple of the Ice and Snow Goddess?"

Finn, who had been resting with his eyes closed and not intending to get involved in these matters, frowned upon hearing this.

Choosing a temple?

Kevin, the second-in-command, was also a male mage and a talent that Finn had been focusing on cultivating over the years. He immediately understood the meaning behind the frown.

Then, Kevin immediately understood and asked the envoy without ceremony, "Hmm? What does the Frost Crystal Kingdom mean by this? Are you worried that we will cause trouble here?"

"Hehe, you've misunderstood."

The young waiter was not swayed by the other party's rude attitude. He smiled, nodded slightly, and said earnestly:

"Choosing the temple as the location was not the idea of ​​the Frost Crystal Kingdom, nor the Northern Kingdom Alliance, but a request from an adult from the Extreme Ice Holy Land."

"The lords arrived half a day ago and are now waiting for you in the temple."

"If you have any concerns about the location, you can discuss it with them directly once you arrive."

Kevin was displeased by the waiter's neither humble nor arrogant attitude. He frowned and was about to say something sarcastic: "What kind of attitude is this? Do you know who you are talking to... uh, yes, Lord Finn."

Finn lowered his raised hand and glanced at the smiling waiter.

"I understand. Let's choose that location. I have no objections."

He nodded, then asked, "By the way, is your king there too?"

"Your Majesty? I'm sorry to disappoint you, but our Emperor will not be attending this meeting."

The waiter shook his head and said regretfully, "His Majesty has been unwell lately and has been unconscious for several days. He is unable to receive you all, and he is not the head of the Kingdom Alliance."

"His Majesty has entrusted all matters related to the Alliance to Grand Duke Adrian and Bishop Lyra of the Church of the Goddess."

The Church of the Ice and Snow Goddess has indeed been implicated.

Fein's gaze grew increasingly profound, and he increasingly felt that this situation might be beyond his original expectations.

The journey to the temple was not long, and the witch's party quickly followed the attendant off the carriage and entered the temple, which was made of ice and snow.

Compared to its original size, the temple has now expanded several times over, having garnered a large amount of faith in the Frost Crystal Kingdom.

But at this moment, there was not a single believer in the huge temple; they had all been temporarily asked to leave.

Before the statue of the Ice and Snow Goddess in the form of a beautiful young girl, two groups of people occupied two sides, leaving the position facing the deity empty.

The group consisted entirely of humans, and their unease was palpable. The leader was a serene-looking white-haired nobleman.

The other group was a mix of various races, including a snow rabbit monster half a person's height, a humanoid snow fox with a fluffy tail, and even a slow-moving pine tree person.

At the very front of the group sat a half-dragon, half-human, half-dragon-headed man, yawning with his eyes half-closed.

Judging from the characteristics of its head, this is a frost dragon, and judging from its aura... it is of epic level.

As far as Fein knew, there were currently only three epic-level powerhouses in the entire Arctic Holy Land.

Now, the Holy Land of Extreme Ice has actually sent it out?

"Ok?"

The Frost Dragon noticed Finn's gaze and said indifferently, "You've finally arrived, ha... you mage brat, you're late."

"If you had come any later, we would have abandoned you."

Ok?
Upon hearing this, Fein frowned slightly. He first gave the grinning half-dragon a deep look, and then glanced at the silent white-haired grand duke opposite him.

Does this mean that the two sides are almost at a consensus?
What are your plans?

Since he was indeed slightly late, Finn did not immediately object, deciding to decide based on the situation.

"Haha, it's nothing really. We just all agree that, given the current situation, we shouldn't have to bear the burden alone. We should find some mediators to have a proper talk with that deity."

The half-dragon curled its lip. It knew some information and was quite familiar with the current situation. It thought the God of Sand and Stone was simply an idiot.

"middleman?"

Finn gave a cold laugh and said indifferently, "Don't joke around. Who would be willing to risk defying the gods at this time?"

Who's gone mad?

"Of course we're not joking with you."

The half-dragon shook his head and said leisurely, "There is one person who will definitely be willing."

Who?
Before Finn could speak, Kevin behind him realized something and asked uncertainly, "...Are you talking about that Godslayer?"

"That's right! Haha, you guys were right."

The half-dragon was very satisfied with the straight man's understanding and nodded, saying, "If it were him, he certainly wouldn't mind fighting for the sake of the people of the North."

Do god-slayers fear the wrath of the gods?
will not.

Would a paladin shirk his duty to stand up for innocent mortals?
No, not at all.

"Ah, indeed, if it's that person, then there's no problem."

"That's right, with him stepping in..."

While the others in the Witch's Guild were marveling at the sight, Finn frowned, a shadow of gloom flashing in his eyes.

"The Godslayer, Herbert...tsk."

(End of this chapter)