Ark Undead

Above it is a church set up by the absolutist, and below it is a giant pit dug with inhuman power.

After all, churches and seclusion are inherently one, and that sacred place is a breeding ground for chaos.

But under this flame, both the warm bed and the church will surely be reduced to ashes.

Thinking of this, anger rekindled in the man's heart. But just looking at the flames in the sky, he abandoned the idea of ​​going to the flames and confronting that person.

Right now, his strength is not enough to allow him to survive in those flames.

We need more land, we need more food.

Half an hour after the flames subsided, the first pardoner, dressed in a black robe, strode to the front of the hall and whispered.

"Your Majesty."

"Is everything gone?"

The man didn't look at the absolutist kneeling on the ground; he asked softly.

"The Originium needed to open the portal, the church, and the children's home."

"Your Majesty, the church still stands, but your land has indeed vanished without a trace."

The pardoner spoke cautiously, while taking out a blood-red crystal from behind him and presenting it to the man.

"This is a communication crystal left at the scene. It should be something your spokesperson brought back from there."

"Oh?"

The man raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

"Could anyone have survived those flames?"

"No... nothing is gone. Everything related to your country has disappeared. But all the infrastructure remains undamaged."

The pardoner bowed his head again, fearing that his king would vent his hidden anger on him.

Serving a king is like serving a tiger; it is normal for a king to be capricious, especially in the presence of this king who has temporarily united with Kazdel.

As for the land they speak of, it is naturally that which has returned from the abyss, a black breeding ground that pollutes the world.

The man looked down at the crystal, squinted, and thought of someone.

He remembered that a few years ago, he had planted a spy in Rhodes Island.

But some things that had happened before made him think that person had already betrayed him.

The reason W was sent to Great Yan to seek help from Greyhound was also to use this method to probe that spy. If that man had already betrayed them, a battle between the two would be inevitable, and they could also get rid of the traitor—wouldn't that be a good thing?

But unexpectedly, not only did it open a portal, it also sent back a communication crystal?

This is Kazdel's secret technique, a method to process Originium with Originium magic, store information within it, and compile information. Only the Exonerators and the Dark Agents know this.

In other words, this could only be something that the Greyhound brought back.

They haven't betrayed us yet?

The man pondered for a moment, then waved his hand, dismissing the pardoner.

"Organize the information inside and hand it over to me."

"Yes!"

The pardoner breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head, gripped the crystal tightly, got up from the ground, and quickly left.

The man watched the pardoner's retreating figure, his eyes slightly deep.

We can leave the Great Yan region alone for now. I never expected that person to choose to go there...

The idea of ​​expanding territory and turning the divine beasts against their will is gone, but they haven't pinned all their hopes on the divine beasts either.

There are also some compatriots who have been suppressed for millions of years, still hiding in the caves in the far south of the Great Yan. As long as they are still there, they can hold back the Great Yan's progress.

Meanwhile, in the icy land of Kjerag, the SilverAsh family naturally learned of the devastating fire in Kazdel immediately.

There was no way around it; even the sky was obscured by flames. Such a thing was visible even to neighboring countries, so finding out about it was no difficult task for SilverAsh.

Before SilverAsh even got out of bed, someone had already written down these things and delivered them to his desk.

When SilverAsh woke up, the first thing he saw was a sudden fire in Kazdel, as well as another piece of news from within Yan.

"The divine general has returned; his first act will be to target the mortals?"

SilverAsh found the words "God General" somewhat amusing.

He knew the true nature of this divine general, and he also knew what kind of person this divine general was.

I never expected that someone who usually likes to sit by the campfire throwing firewood and who I have to beg to get a cup of coffee would do something so eye-catching. This is so different from his usual low-key and calm personality.

There must be someone working behind the scenes, deliberately leaking this information.

"The situation in the Great Yan Kingdom right now is probably not easy..."

SilverAsh sighed, picked up a cup of coffee brought to him by a maid, took a sip, and sighed again.

"The fact that a deity is needed to stabilize the people's hearts suggests that something has gone wrong."

A voice rang out from beside SilverAsh.

She was a woman with black hair and two thick, curved horns on her head.

Dressed in a black maid outfit, she calmly served SilverAsh a plate of honey cakes.

"Don't underestimate the Great Yan. When I traveled through Terra, I witnessed their secret power."

"Those Imperial Guards may be just children, but each one possesses extraordinary strength and an iron will. If even they can't solve a problem, it's very likely a matter of great importance to the entire Terra. And..."

The woman's expression was somewhat unnatural. She hesitated and opened her mouth twice, but couldn't get the words out naturally. Finally, she lowered her voice and asked in a soft voice.

"How does it taste...?"

SilverAsh raised an eyebrow. To be honest, it was quite a luxury for the Black Knight, renowned throughout Terra, to come and make him coffee.

However, SilverAsh is always pragmatic and would never deliberately praise someone just to please the Black Knight.

"It's passable, but it's still far inferior to Horn Peak's skills. However, at least it's enough to make me look like a barista in a Victorian coffee shop."

"That's not bad either."

The Black Knight breathed a sigh of relief. If SilverAsh said so, it meant that his coffee was actually pretty good.

Even she had to admire Horn Peak's skills. She really didn't know how that man could develop such muscles and such extraordinary housekeeping skills in just thirty years.

To be honest, it wasn't originally Black Knight's job to do these things for SilverAsh.

But after Cliffheart went to Rhodes Island to take care of the Saintess, SilverAsh lacked an assistant who could help him at all times.

In fact, SilverAsh is not the kind of person who is lazy and ignorant of farming. His difficult childhood experiences have enabled him to live better than most people from poor families and to better understand the hardships and sorrows of ordinary people.

But one person can't be split into two. If SilverAsh has to handle the group's affairs and also cook and do laundry for himself, it's really too much to ask of him.

Of course, this kind of thing shouldn't be left to the Black Knight. But the Black Knight lost a bet to SilverAsh a few days ago, and according to their bet, the Black Knight had to work as SilverAsh's servant for a week, doing his laundry and cooking for him.

Moreover, she had to take off her most familiar leather coat and put on a maid outfit.

Of course, SilverAsh didn't really want the Black Knight to be his servant. It was just a bet, and he'd be happy to make do.

After all, the Black Knight's cooking skills aren't as good as SilverAsh's.

"Where did that girl go today?"

SilverAsh put a piece of honey cake he had cut off into his mouth, picked up the handkerchief next to him, wiped the corner of his mouth, and continued to focus on the documents in front of him, while casually asking about the recent situation at home.

“She’s been staring at Kazdel since last night. Although from here the sky is only slightly red, it seems she can also see the raging fire burning in Kazdel.”

When the Black Knight spoke of the girl, her tone became serious and earnest.

"To be honest, I don't think it's a wise choice to keep someone of such unknown origin in the mansion. Especially that sword she's carrying... I've never seen such a spiritual greatsword. There's probably something behind her that you wouldn't expect."

SilverAsh did not heed his subordinates' advice on this matter. He shook his head and spoke.

“I kept her here for no particular reason, so don’t worry. She won’t bring any trouble to the Shiva’s family; I’m just doing a friend a favor.”

"what?"

The Black Knight was puzzled; she had warned SilverAsh about this girl many times before.

Her fighting instincts warned her that the thing she needed to be careful of was not the girl herself, but the sword in her hand.

Historically, warriors who are controlled by weapons always lose their minds, and the Black Knight did not see this as a good sign.

But SilverAsh let her stay in the manor and even told her that she could go wherever she wanted.

Even when the girl said she wanted to go up the mountain because she felt a familiar scent there, SilverAsh immediately arranged for people to escort her up the sacred mountain.

If Manjuin finds out about this, she'll definitely be punished again.

However, SilverAsh didn't care at all; in fact, his attention to this girl surpassed that of his recent work.

"I just felt that the greatsword in her hand looked familiar, and don't you think she resembles someone?"

SilverAsh turned to look at the Black Knight and said something pointed.

"You've seen him before. He's equally taciturn, equally emotionally stable, and almost never changes. Even when he speaks, you feel that he has no desires, only an obsession that no one can understand."

The Black Knight paused for a moment, then she remembered the knight encased in armor.

"I'll go check on her. She'll probably be leaving in a few days; she doesn't belong here."

SilverAsh stood up, not even bothering with the documents in his hand. He grabbed the coat next to him, put it on, and then gave the Black Knight some instructions.

"Being cautious is a good thing, but don't distance yourself from everyone, or you'll miss out on many worthwhile friends."

SilverAsh said something with a hint of meaning, then turned and left the room.

The Black Knight stood there silently. SilverAsh's words were both a reminder and a message to her.

Isn't that how we got here?

With a sigh, the Black Knight fell silent, clearing away the plates that SilverAsh had almost finished eating. It was time to wash the dishes.

On the other side, the Great Yan Imperial Palace.

The controversy surrounding Shang Shu showed no signs of abating; on the contrary, it intensified.

Thanks to the efforts of many people with ulterior motives, the topic of the god's return has gradually spread throughout the entire Great Yan territory.

Many ordinary people who regard gods as mere legends naturally don't believe in them.