Final Lord

Chapter 100: Tell the God of Death
The crows knelt at Wang Bufu's feet and trembled uneasily. The crow feathers floated in the evening breeze and gathered into a swirling gray vortex. The mushroom trees swayed left and right in the strong wind. The sound of crackling flames came from the forest in the distance, as if the entire Black Forest was waiting for his judgment.

Wang Bufu stared at the kneeling middle-aged crow man Ruth. A pungent smell of acid was oozing out from under the other's broken wings, and the smell was exactly the same as the smell on Hera's wound.

The king frowned in dissatisfaction.

"The Church of Dawn will use the stake and branding iron against you." He raised his spear and pressed it against the church's brand on Root's collarbone.

“But you didn’t use the bottles of acid in the church, but poured them into my eagle’s nest.

My harpies have never participated in hunting you. They are innocent, and you are the perpetrators. The suffering you have experienced should not be a license for your violence. "

The mycelium of the Black Forest slowly crawled and climbed up Wang Bufu's combat boots, but was crushed into powder by the golden claws before touching his ankles.

"Meow meow!"

Gilgamesh cooperated with Wang Bufu, arched his body, opened his mouth, and made a scolding sound at Ruth from his throat.

"Yes, young lord, you are right. But my story is not over yet." The middle-aged crow man still did not give up and continued, "After we left the Dawn Empire and wandered around, we have been trying to clear up the slander against us.

In the process of clarifying the slander, we did not find evidence to prove that we were not the source of the plague, but we discovered the real reason why our Crow People were persecuted by the Church of Dawn. "

"Oh?" Wang Bufu tilted his head with interest.

"The God of Dawn is about to fall."

"What?" This unexpected answer made Wang Bufu stunned for a moment.

“Although we, the Crow People, are a small tribe, we are never short of geniuses.

Before we were persecuted by the Church of Dawn, we had a legend whose profession was the Lord of Death."

The middle-aged Crow Man carefully took out a yellowed parchment scroll from his arms.

He unfolded the scroll and showed it to Wang Bufu. On the parchment scroll, there was an animated phantom that flowed like water waves.

The phantom was a strange man with a human body and a crow's head.

His raven head resembled the wreckage of a dark sun crushed by the gods, six crimson pupils arranged in an inverted cross on his charred skull. Those pupils didn't appear to be eyeballs made of flesh and blood, but rather six blood diamonds gouged from cracks in the starry sky, flowing with crimson infernal fire. When he turned his neck, the broken horns on his skull tore through the folds of space, revealing the seething darkness beyond.

A feather cloak woven of night fell from his shoulders to his ankles, each feather stained with dusk, its blade-like feathers carving tiny golden wounds in the void. From those wounds, the last sounds of countless creatures seeped: the roar of a dying dragon, the crackle of a titan's spine, and the requiem chorus of countless arakkoa at the stake.

"Lord of Death"... Wang Bufu knew from the name that this was a profession related to the gods. And it turned out to be true.

"The Lord of Death is a follower of the God of Dawn. He possesses the ability to foresee disaster and death.

In one of his premonitions, he foresaw the fall of the Lord of Dawn.

If this news spreads, the impact on the Dawn Church will be devastating.

The Dawn Church did not allow the news to spread, so it killed the God.

The reason they massacred us, the Crow People, was to prevent another God-King from emerging among the Crow People."

Wang rubbed his brow in disbelief. Okay, the church is using a classic tactic of covering one's ears and stealing the bell. It's as if killing the Crow Lord will prevent the Lord of Dawn from falling.

In the 8890th year of the Shen Gu calendar, twelve years later, the Shen Gu world game entered the second chapter "Dark Night Crisis".

The beginning of "Dark Night Crisis" is the fall of the God of Dawn, and the dawn time of the entire God's World is delayed by 4 hours.

The night is a world of chaos. Delaying dawn by four hours means that chaos has four more hours to erode God's time to care for the world.

This means that monsters will become stronger faster, chaotic zones will be easier to form, and demonic tides will erupt more easily...

Later, the Shen Gu world suffered a series of defeats in the face of chaos, which was closely related to the fall of the God of Dawn.

Players in previous lives had always believed that the Lord of Dawn had fallen without any warning. Unexpectedly, in 8837, there had already been a warning about the Lord of Dawn's fall.

If the Church of Dawn had chosen not to cover up the truth but instead made the news public and sought ways to save the gods from the entire divine world, perhaps the God of Dawn would not have died.

That's more than fifty years, wasted by the Dawn Church.

Of course, Wang Bufu believed that the Church of the Dawn were no fools. They couldn't have sat idle for over fifty years. They would certainly do everything they could to prolong the life of their god. They simply worried that announcing the death of the God of the Dawn would cause the church order they had worked so hard to establish to collapse.

But the history of their previous lives had proven that they were losers. They failed to save their god, and the Church of Dawn ultimately collapsed.

"We will follow Lincoln and obey his orders unconditionally, even doing things we don't want to do, because Lincoln is a low-level profession on the Death God Path.

We have always believed that only if he becomes a legend and announces to the entire Divine World the imminent fall of the Lord of Dawn can we, the Crowmen, wash away the stigma placed upon us by the Church of Dawn."

Wang Bufu shook his head and asked, "Does my father know about the news of the death king?"

"The old lord knew. Even knowing this, he still chose to accept us. The old lord promised us that he would do his best to help us fulfill our long-cherished wish.

In exchange, we fight for him on the Chaos Frontier. Defend Gruland."

"Hearing what you said, I don't want to take you in even more. Father risked the safety of Gru Territory to take you in."

Wang Bufu's fingertips slid across the void crack torn by the God in the shadow.

"What we got in return was Lincoln's greed and your betrayal."

Wang Bufu's voice was very soft, but it made the Crow People tremble all over, as if they were being pressed down by a mountain.

The middle-aged crow man lowered his head even lower, his voice trembling slightly.

"We are ashamed. Everything that happened was undoubtedly our fault. If we had any other choice, we would never have the audacity to ask for your protection. But we have no choice.

No matter which lord we go to later, they might just kidnap us and send us to the Church of Dawn to claim the reward.

If the population had recovered to a reasonable level before, we could have spread out and taken a gamble. But now, with so few of us left, we can't afford to take the gamble.

If you don't accept us, we will die."

(End of this chapter)