Those time travelers that year

In reality, it's impossible to say that the raging gods were mindless.

From the very beginning, Oryl's target was not Silvermoon City or Winter's End... Her real plan was to lure out these chosen ones of the goddess of magic, capture them all, and extract the goddess of magic's power from them.

Under normal circumstances, even if Euryl had a lot of courage, she wouldn't dare to target a chosen one of powerful gods. But now, she could. Powerful gods were blocked from interfering with the material world, so even if she killed the chosen ones of the goddess of magic and devoured their souls, that paper effigy wouldn't be able to come down and cause her trouble.

……

"Huh? Why is it getting cold?" At this very moment, as the weather changed drastically and the divine power of Oryl filled the sky, bringing a chill to the mortals, a young man with short golden hair raised his head at the edge of the battlefield.

"Wow, that's quite a feat!" Looking at the massive tornado in the distance, clearly not naturally formed, the young man exclaimed in amazement. "...So that's it! This god who's been playing hide-and-seek all this time wasn't afraid after all; he had other plans!" Indeed, this was Salvatore Tony Husky. Since arriving at the battlefield on instinct, he hadn't followed his usual pattern of rushing headlong into the fighting. Instead, he had stopped and remained on the edge of the battlefield, quietly observing everything unfold...

...Then, this guy's IQ suddenly soared to an unfathomable level.

It sounds unbelievable, but after failing to locate the deity using his senses, Tony keenly realized that something was amiss. Deities are proud, and in the original world, those disobedient gods always made sure to create a series of major troubles to assert their presence whenever they descended.

Even if the gods of this world are cowardly, surely they wouldn't be afraid of a bunch of mortals?

This makes sense. Even if Euryl was worried about being ambushed by ambitious individuals, she wouldn't be so afraid as to hide her face. Since she had already revealed her whereabouts, if she was truly afraid, she should have hidden herself instead of so openly declaring her existence.

Tony initially found this strange, but during the Allied Forces, especially when a certain paper-mounted figure used magic, Tony sensed the power the chosen ones possessed, known as 'Silverfire'.

That was a manifestation of divine power.

"So some of the gods' chosen people in this world are idiots!" Campione exclaimed at this moment. "This goddess has been targeting you from the very beginning! And you foolishly delivered yourselves to her doorstep. In Eastern terms, this is like throwing a meat bun to a dog—it's gone and you're gone for good!" While lamenting, Tony looked at the natural disaster of the blizzard, cold wind, and tornadoes converging together, as well as the rampant primal energy, and calmly took out a sword.

He had just taken this from a nobleman who was fleeing in his direction, and the nobleman had been knocked unconscious at Tony's feet.

"Alright! The prey has finally appeared. If you had remained hidden, I would not have been able to find your exact location, Goddess..." The arm holding the sword transformed from flesh and blood into a silver metal hand under the power of authority, and this power was flowing through Tony's hand and wrapping around the sword in his hand.

With a hearty smile on his face, Tony looked in a certain direction and chanted the incantation of the [Tearing Silver Hand] in a low voice: "I will not allow anything I cannot cut to exist. This sword can cleave and sever everything on earth. It is an invincible blade."

The demonic sword was swung out, slicing through the clouds in the sky, splitting the earth in the direction the blade was swung, and tearing apart the oncoming tornado from head to toe.

The sword light spanned the entire battlefield, even tearing a gap in the magic net of this area at this moment. This sword, which seemed capable of severing all things, locked onto a white-haired woman who had revealed her presence among the frost giant army and struck her down.

652. The Aftermath of Euryl's Fall

Euryale, the goddess of winter, has fallen.

This news spread throughout the entire material world at an incredible speed in a short period of time. Spies left in the North by various forces, large and small, used magical teleportation as quickly as possible, sparing no expense, to transmit first-hand information and intelligence to their leaders.

The war in the Northlands came to an end. The frost giants' army was defeated, but the human noble alliance also suffered heavy losses, with nearly half of its forces killed in action. Dozens or even hundreds of lords and nobles of all ranks perished here, plunging the entire Northlands into chaos.

Of course, the bigwigs in other regions had no interest in the 'trivial matters' of the northern lords and nobles. For them, the most important thing was naturally the death of Oriel, who had descended in the guise of a saint... This was the first god to appear in such a high-profile manner since the Second Calamity of the Saints, and the first to be killed so quickly.

The possibility of killing a god has given great encouragement to all ambitious and dream-filled people.

Gods are not immortal, and these fallen gods can still be killed. In an instant, their already burning ambitions were like oil being poured on a fire, becoming even more uncontrollable.

Besides the murder of Orléans, Salvatore Toni's intelligence and information were also put on the table by those bigwigs.

Humans who devour divine power, swordsmen who slay gods with a single strike, god-slayers from another dimension, Campiones… These titles and ranks prove that in this world, it is very easy for anyone with the ability to find out certain things.

This is the second Campione to appear in the material world, following Marquis Voban before him, and now Salvatore Tony. This demonstrates that gods are not invincible and can be killed just like humans.

Ambitious people rejoiced at this, while religious figures condemned those who had committed genocide.

If the former were filled with joy and encouragement, then the latter were filled with constant fear and dread. They cursed, swore, and longed for everything to return to what it was before. This was especially true for the followers of the deposed gods, the priests with weak or inferior divine power; their gods had lost their glory, and they had also lost the divine powers bestowed upon them. Countless priests were killed with pitchforks by peasants incited by malicious individuals—for them, it was the end of the world.

This sentiment has even spread to priests of intermediate divine power, whose connection with their gods has become intermittent, and the ranks of many priests have plummeted like a rollercoaster. The same is true for priests of high divine power; their connection with their deities has begun to falter, and no one knows the extent to which the situation within the Pantheon has collapsed.

The commotion in other areas may not have fully spread due to geographical reasons, but in the North, after the war that resulted in heavy casualties, even greater chaos had already occurred.

Originally, he planned to take advantage of this opportunity to command, even nominally command, the Silvermoon City in the North. All his plans collapsed, and he almost suffered a complete disaster.

But this cannot conceal her foolish performance in the war. A large number of lords and nobles who suffered heavy losses were gnashing their teeth at her, wishing they could tear her to pieces. And that's not all. In order to shirk responsibility, inexplicable rumors have been spread by wandering poets, spies, and other third-rate people.

For the common people, who were still clueless, it was easier to believe the rumors circulating in the streets than the words of their lord. Among those rumors was the claim that the heavy losses suffered by the allied forces were entirely due to the incompetence of the lords and nobles, and that it was all the nobles' fault, how could it possibly be the fault of our noble and respectable lady?

In essence, the reason so many people died was because these nobles had become corrupt. Not only had they lost the bravery of their ancestors, but they also disobeyed the orders of the lady who was in command on the battlefield and deserted, leading to the defeat of the allied forces.

Later, if it weren't for the esteemed lady and her companions' arduous resistance, the allied forces would have been wiped out by those savage and evil frost giants long ago. As for the one who resolved this disaster, the swordsman who slew the evil god—who was he? He was undoubtedly a warrior devout to the gods, summoned by our noble lady! La la la…

Anyway, these rumors are incredibly sophisticated, on par with the shameless and despicable level of journalists from the United States. They have a high-level ability to whitewash even the most shameless people.

However, those lords and nobles, deeply poisoned by the rumors, sadly discovered that what happened on the battlefield was merely an event among the upper echelons. Therefore, the ordinary soldiers were unaware that a noble general had once proposed a solution that could have turned the tide and reversed the defeat without Euryl's intervention.

They were unaware of the power struggles that existed only among the upper echelons. All they knew was that on the battlefield, the magical figure and voice of a certain respected lady truly appeared, inspiring the fleeing soldiers and nobles to muster their courage and turn back to fight (or die) bravely.

In addition, Silvermoon City did a good job in public opinion work, consistently boosting the reputation of those few voters for a long time, which left the lords and nobles who knew the 'truth' speechless and extremely frustrated.

It wasn't that they didn't want to fight back, but unfortunately, having absolutely no experience in this area, no matter how they explained, the lowly commoners simply refused to believe them, the truly 'innocent' people.

Some quick-thinking individuals even sought to find the powerful figure who had slain Oriel to cause trouble for Silvermoon City. After all, in the ensuing media frenzy, half the credit for Tony's killing of Oriel had already been attributed to a certain figurehead. In this world, a warrior's honor being so trampled and insulted would naturally make him a mortal enemy.

But... their biggest mistake was projecting their own thinking onto a husky.

If it were Voban, and it really involved him, he would be more than happy to tear the guy who dared to use such underhanded tactics to shreds or burn him to ashes.

Unfortunately, Salvatore Tony's thought process was never on the same level as these lords and nobles.

He was aware of these rumors as well.

After defeating Euryl, the husky discovered that although it could no longer usurp power as before, it could absorb divine power to strengthen itself.

Then, while wandering around aimlessly, he overheard these words in a tavern… but he didn't care; he completely ignored them. And more than going to Silvermoon City to cause trouble, he was delighted to have found Voban's trail, who was excitedly heading towards the country ruled by the red-robed mages, currently lost in the wilderness.

Thus, the lords and nobles who were deeply affected by public opinion sadly discovered that they could not find the husky at all, and could only let the public opinion continue to ferment, causing more trouble.

653. It's so dark!

It must be said that in the material world, those who live long are all shameless bastards or worthless scoundrels. That noble lady, in particular, became a competent politician despite being a war-weary coward.

She's qualified enough that even if she left this backward world and went to Earth where political infighting is more sophisticated, she could still make a name for herself in American politics. Her move to let rumors clear her name while simultaneously taking away half the credit for Tony's killing of Oryl was a well-thought-out decision.

It's incredibly dark...

First of all, these rumors are just propaganda used to clear her name. She herself has never come forward to admit it. It's all hearsay. She will never come forward to admit to spending the night with someone else unless she admits to it.

Secondly, these rumors used for dissemination had already undergone more than thirty different versions under premeditation. From the original version, it had evolved to the point where Tony was the dog shit of that respectable lady's suitor or lover—here, perhaps he really intended to secretly use his physical advantages to engage in slutty tactics.

Ultimately, in this world, concepts like good and evil are meaningless; only strength matters. The red-robed sorcerers openly establish a reign of terror, and no one dares to challenge them because they are powerful enough. Similarly, this paper-mounted figure who spread rumors is the same. The reason is simple: the Enchanted Lock.

Because of the existence of the Mystic Lock, she dared to do such a thing. With the Mystic Lock in charge, even if a god personally took action, he might not be able to defeat her, who was under the Mystic Lock, in the Prime Material World.

In particular, she and her other chosen ones who also went to that war were all chosen by a powerful deity. If anything were to happen to these chosen ones of the goddess of magic, it would be tantamount to slapping that powerful deity in the face. Therefore, these chosen ones are always radiant and majestic, always absolutely correct, and always incapable of making mistakes.

Although it seems disgusting, this behavior is utterly rotten to the core, like sludge in a sewer. But strangely, every voter believes it's right, that doing it is right, and that they are not the ones who are wrong.

This perverse and distorted viewpoint stems from the desires within people's hearts. Fame, reputation, glory, faith, and other seemingly beautiful things have long since become the most bitter poison, poisoning everything from the bottom up.

In other words, Salvatore Tony simply didn't care about these things and ignored them, which is why he didn't end up attacking Silvermoon City.

This amazing husky is wandering further and further away on the road where it got lost. Relying solely on its intuition, even while it is lost, the distance between it and the kingdom ruled by the red-robed mage is constantly shrinking.

Salvatore Tony's departure also relieved the voters who had spread the rumors. If possible, they didn't want to confront this terrifying monster who could shatter supernatural power with a single sword strike and kill a veteran god with a single blow. However, they were even more reluctant to let go of their reputation and interests, and if possible, they hoped to resolve the issue through a trade of benefits.

But Tony completely ignored this attitude, which made them extremely happy!

The fact that they could gain something without putting in any effort made these bastards quite happy.

The entire northern lands, secretly pushed by these guys, not only failed to recover from the calamity they had just experienced, but instead began a great upheaval that the lords and nobles had not anticipated.

The loss of too many elite soldiers has destabilized the territories of many lords. Some soldiers have been wiped out, and those who have returned alive are considered lucky; they are utterly powerless to stabilize their own territories.

In particular, the inheritance rights of the deceased nobles ignited the powder keg—the infighting among lords and nobles began. Apart from those who did not suffer serious losses and were able to protect themselves in the chaos, everyone else was drawn in.

Especially those who originally had no right to inherit the throne, one by one they all made connections with unknown individuals. In exchange for magical contracts, they were asked to support the establishment of the Northern Silvermoon Kingdom and the ascension of a certain respected lady to the throne, in exchange for their support in becoming the next lord.

These unknown individuals were all members of the Harpists. However, in their eyes, this wasn't a political conspiracy, but rather a necessary price to pay to quell the chaos in the peaceful northern region as quickly as possible, in order to prevent evil from interfering with it.

Spies and spies all over the world are equally shady...

However, it must be said that this method is very effective.

After that war, the Frost Giants scattered immediately after the death of their gods. Some fled to the wilderness, while others fled into human territory. Now, this place is a mess, and these remaining Frost Giants are troublemakers and time bombs, used by those with ulterior motives to constantly drain the energy of the lords and nobles.

In addition, the internal strife over the succession caused the influence of traditional forces to decline further and further.

Those without inheritance rights, having seized power with the help of the harpist, knew very well that they were no longer accepted by the traditional class of the northern lords and nobles, and had no choice but to continue down a dark path. So one by one, after forcibly seizing power, they immediately sided with each other and curried favor with the powerful.

At the same time, voices arose from the lower classes (mainly minor nobles, the middle class, and some merchants) who believed that the North needed a stable and strong-arm government to stabilize the situation after the disaster, and that a kingdom should be established to bring 'freedom' and 'equality' to everyone. Speaking of a kingdom, the throne should naturally be ascended by the most prestigious and renowned lady in the North to become queen.

This underhanded tactic proved remarkably effective at such a time. The traditional nobles, caught in chaos and premeditated infighting, were helpless against this voice from the 'lower class,' and even this sentiment emerged among their subjects and remaining soldiers.

The harpists have almost mastered their skills to the point of being on Earth. During this opportune time, they launched a series of covert operations and tactics that had been brewing for who knows how long, and the uproar in public opinion grew so loud that it suppressed other voices.

Not long after, while the death of Oriel was still reverberating throughout the Material World, a voice resounded throughout the Northlands—that the esteemed lady should ascend the throne as Queen and create a unified Northlands kingdom to unify the current chaotic situation.

……

Xia Er, who had thrown the husky there, saw everything that happened. Playing PUBG was fun, but he was using too many cheats, so much so that he had almost lost interest; he just pressed F2 to select and then clicked A.

This suddenly piqued Charles's interest, and he easily learned about what was happening in the North, which further fueled his curiosity.

"So dark! As dark as black fungus!" Charles exclaimed in genuine admiration for those underhanded tactics. "...They've reached a high level of sophistication that I feel bad if I don't get involved."

654. The Dedicated Charles

Silvermoon City, a city hailed as the jewel of the North, the heart of the Silver Federation, and one of the most famous cities in the entire Prime Material World. Of course, compared to the much more unfortunate city of the same name on the distant planet Aix, Silvermoon City is undoubtedly much luckier.

Both are protected by powerful magic, the only difference being that the one on Aix relies on the pure magical source provided by the Sunwell—although this well, like its predecessor, was tragically blown up, it ultimately became a toilet.

This one relies on a powerful magical technique called the Enchanted Lock.

As for what the Enchanted Lock is, I won't go into detail here; those who don't understand can consult the manual themselves. In short, this barrier, created using magical techniques from the most glorious period of the elves, is enough to deter any intruders. Whether it's a five-colored dragon or a demon, as long as it loves the material world, it's helpless against Silvermoon City shrouded in the Enchanted Lock.

Breaking through the maze head-on is incredibly difficult, so difficult that even a god descending in disguise might not be able to accomplish it. This is why those voters dared to openly interfere in Northern politics multiple times; simply because these guys are the strongest in the entire North.

Backed by several powerful deities, several legendary-level voters who also serve as mages, and an alliance between gold and silver dragons...

If you look closely, you'll find that this is a city that gathers a large number of legendary figures or those with legendary combat power. If all the combat power here were to be mobilized, even a red-robed mage would have to put aside all internal strife and mobilize all war reserves to contend with Silvermoon City.

In other words, unless some amazing accident occurs, under normal circumstances, this city is equivalent to never falling.

This place is garrisoned year-round by the Silver Legion, Silver Knights, Spellguards, and High Guardians. These city guard forces alone make it a territory that one or two legendary figures could not easily conquer. Not to mention, within the area of ​​the Maze, even legendary spellcasters would have to turn tail and run immediately.

But now, this city, which could be considered virtually indestructible unless some unavoidable accident occurs, is facing the biggest trouble in its history. A trouble within a trouble, or rather, he and his large group of colleagues are a collection of troubles.

The world's current chaotic state is all related to him. This includes the monkey currently blocking the door, the spreading crimson light, and Zerg wreaking havoc in the abyss... For this world, there is probably no villain as dedicated as him.

Under the leader's guidance, the devil temporarily fled and went into hiding, fearing that this person would target him.