The Mythical Path of a Princess from a Destroyed Kingdom

She didn't ask for too many enchantments; she could handle the enchanting herself.

Chapter 728 The Joys and Sorrows of Death

The task of gathering blacksmiths was entrusted to the bishop of the Dwarven Church. Many of the materials Maginus brought out were taken from the bodies of the abominations, and the bishop's eyes lit up when he saw them.

In particular, the metal left behind by the previous mechanical abomination made the bishop immediately decide that it would be the main material for creating artifacts, supplemented by other abomination materials.

In any case, Maginus has already cleaned up all the divinity inside, so they are now very safe and do not need to worry about being contaminated or affected by the remnants of the divine abominations.

"Is this all you need? Don't you need any more?"

The materials were piled up to twice the size of the desk. Maginus was surprised that so few materials were needed. The dwarf in front of her quickly shook his head, not daring to deceive her at all.

"No need. This much already takes into account the potential losses. Please rest assured, we will complete the forging as quickly as possible, and it will definitely be completed before the cataclysmic disaster."

"Then please."

Since the task of crafting the artifacts had been entrusted to the dwarves, Maginus naturally chose to trust them. After leaving through the portal, she returned to the library and began searching for any properties that could be applied to the artifacts.

Battles between gods are no longer about gods overwhelming mortals. Beyond the stage of quasi-gods, where mortals are between gods and gods, the immunity they have against mortals will no longer be effective when facing gods of equal or greater strength.

Simply put, quasi-gods are immune to each other, while demigods, pseudo-gods, and even true gods are powerful and unilaterally suppress the weak. True gods can ignore the immunity effects of pseudo-gods and demigods, while pseudo-gods and true gods can be immune to the effects of demigods, and so on.

If they are both demigods, then they are not immune to each other, unless there are special circumstances.

Maginus felt she should have a certain advantage, after all, the one on the continent of Knoil was her true form, while the Ks were some kind of special saintly incarnations similar to her true form.

If you die, you're truly dead. If the Ks die, they're just being driven out of this prime material plane.

Thinking too much is useless. Maginus shook her head, let the avatar stand in front of her, raised her hand to touch her cheek. The most important thing next is to complete the coverage of the domain and connect with the divine office that belongs to her in this prime material plane.

There are two stages to forming a divine office. One is to complete the basic coverage of the divine domain that one possesses. Once this step is completed, one can become a false god. Once one has fully obtained a divine office, one can become a true god.

Through her conversations with Mother Earth and the Sleepers, she learned how to proceed in the two phases, which is actually quite similar to how druids and priests who do not believe in gods receive divine gifts from the material plane.

Feel your own realm and do things that are in accordance with your own divinity—it's that simple.

Standing atop the palace, gazing up at the sky, Maginus closed her eyes, releasing her life force and activating the Blood Hunt. She sought out creatures nearing death, those who possessed power and the triumphs they wielded, simultaneously sensing the realms of death and authority, immersing her consciousness within them.

Many images flashed through my mind, and all sorts of thoughts entered my mind. They were constantly absorbed by the divinity and the divine nature, and could not have any effect on the soul itself. On the contrary, they strengthened the soul.

Maginus was glad that he had divinously reversed the killing and tyranny, so there was no need to delve into such a fanatical realm. Death and authority were more neutral, neither evil nor chaotic.

"Cough cough cough..."

A coughing sound came to her mind, and Maginus quietly came to a bed, put her hands to her chest and stared at the scene in front of her. An old man was lying on the bed, with his children and elderly wife standing beside him.

I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I still want to watch my grandson grow up, I still want to earn more money...

His will to live was incredibly strong, but his emaciated body couldn't sustain him. Looking at his dutiful children and bewildered grandson, he reached out and grasped his wife's hand, his eyes glazed over, his desire gradually fading away.

He walked step by step toward death, his muscles stiffened, his heart stopped beating, his brain ceased to think, and his soul began to detach from his body.

The detached soul gradually floated in the air. After several minutes of dazedness, it finally reacted and looked at the person next to it with a look of longing. The prime material plane began to reject the soul, which had no body and no energy protection, and sent it to the River Styx.

Swept into the River Styx, a gentle energy suddenly enveloped the old man's soul. Maginus glanced sideways and saw that the source of the energy was in the Temple of the Endless Light.

He was a follower of the Church of the Endless Light. His soul was protected by the Endless Light and did not fall into the River Styx. Instead, it was directly guided to a higher plane and rose into the sky. Before falling into a lower plane, it completely disappeared into space.

Detached from the prime material plane, energy guided him to Mount Paradise. During the journey, his memories were gradually erased, leaving only the personality and allegiance shaped by his past life experiences.

His life didn't truly end until he entered another dimension.

This is the process of an ordinary person from birth to death; there are not many twists and turns, and there is no intention to become a monster. It is very peaceful and uneventful.

The image breaks, and another old man appears in the frame. Unlike the first old man, he doesn't live in a large house. Maginos can see clearly that this is a cheap dwelling that she ordered to be built.

There was no one beside him; the table was set with the leftovers from yesterday's meal.

Soft white bread, stewed beef broth, leftover fried eggs... the whole table was covered with food.

The poor old man, probably in his seventies, had likely experienced many hardships and torments, but in the last moments of his life, he maintained a smile, though his eyes held a hint of regret.

"Grandpa Bill!"

A group of orphans entered the room and were slightly stunned when they saw the old man. The next second, they surrounded him crying. The old man was in a state of lucidity before death and began to give instructions to the orphans who were like both sons and grandsons.

He closed his eyes, his soul left his body, and his soul descended into a state of neutral and benevolent bliss.

Both died in joy, and she wanted to see something else.

With a slight thought from Maginus, a Nizmol spy with an abdominal injury appeared in the sewers, lying on the ground filled with resentment and anger.

Since Nizmor's death, most of the spies were like rootless duckweed. After Maginus declared that they would not be prosecuted as long as they did not commit any more crimes, most of them settled down to live as residents of Nesser.

There was a small group that showed no sign of giving up, driven by national hatred and wanting to cause trouble within Dovlai. He was one of them, and had been completely cornered by the city guards.

"Damn it, damn it, I have to live! I have to live!"

The enraged spy roared and kicked at the ground, but he couldn't get up.

Chapter 729 Death: A Hundred Faces of Sorrow and Anger

Watching the spy struggle, Maginus knew it was all in vain; his life force was constantly draining away, and if the bleeding wasn't stopped in time, he would only get closer and closer to death.

After his previous painful struggle, he had no strength left. He lay on the ground staring at the sewer ceiling, feeling lonely and afraid.

Where will I end up, in hell or somewhere else?

Memories flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, recalling the good and wrong things he had done. He became even more afraid and regretted his previous decisions.

Why seek revenge for Nizmor? It would have been a better choice to live peacefully within the territory of Nesser. Why did I choose this path in the first place?

His pupils dilated, and the spy lost his life. As a believer in many things, he had never truly believed in any god. His soul was completely swept into the River Styx in the lower realm. The waters of the River Styx washed over his soul, while simultaneously materializing his sins and goodness.

In Maginos's eyes, evil becomes a weight, pulling at the soul's legs, trying to make it sink, while kindness becomes feathers, weaving wings behind him, trying to lift him up.

This phenomenon actually symbolizes the journey of the believers to other dimensions after their death. The weight of the spy is extremely heavy, and the sparse feathers cannot form wings at all.

Everything has been decided. He will go to the lower plane because of his own evil, which can be considered as getting what he asked for.

From this incident, Maginus also confirmed that souls and gods have certain things in common, such as being guided to outer planes that align with their own faction.

The scene before her cracked open again. She raised her palm, her understanding of death deepening, and her affinity with the same realm increasing.

The baby's wailing brought her back to her senses. Looking up, she saw that the newborn was breathing rapidly, crying intermittently, and unable to breathe properly because its airway was blocked.

The midwife tried many things, but could not get the baby to breathe normally. She could only use magic to keep the baby alive. The weak mother looked at her child with sadness and sorrow on her face and reached out to touch the baby's cheek. Her heart was beating faster and faster than normal.

Both suffer from out-of-body experiences; the child dies shortly after birth, and the mother may never see whether her child survives, leaving her heart filled with sorrow.

Fortunately, an older midwife with more experience in childbirth came over and quickly found the problem by pressing on the baby's chest.

The baby's cries subsided, his face turned red, and the next second he finally coughed up amniotic fluid, his cries returned to normal, and Maginus saw his soul gradually merge with his body.

Great Moon Goddess, I want to see my child grow up... I don't want to die like this...

The woman's thoughts entered Maginot's mind. She watched quietly as the mother gradually walked towards death, and her emotions finally stirred.

As the goddess of death, should I interfere with her death?

In his own words, K already knew the answer when he asked himself the question. He stretched out a hand and pressed down from a distance, stimulating the life force within the mother's body so that she could hold on until the doctor arrived.

In this process, she didn't use psychic energy or magic; it was more like she manipulated the lifeline she could control, allowing the woman to adjust herself.

Every mortal will eventually die, and as the deity in charge of death, or the "death process," I have only slightly prolonged her death process.

If you can't even do this, you might as well not become a god. Since you've already grasped this domain, you should have the thought that "I am death itself."

Her aggravated injuries subsided, and her journey to the finish line was resumed. Maginus sincerely hoped that this mother would not rush to the end, but rather run towards the middle of "dying due to the end of lifespan," and that she would not go astray.

As life force spread, Maginus's gaze extended further, witnessing many partings and deaths in ordinary families. She helped some people in small ways, and watched others die with a touch of regret.

Those who couldn't be of help were mostly those whose lifespans were nearing their end. For them who had reached the end of their lives, Maginus did not intend to use her divine status to modify or extend their lifespans, even if they only wanted one more day.

Of course, there were also those who were seriously ill. For those who were truly seriously ill and could not survive on their own, whether they were nobles or commoners, Maginus did not choose to infuse them with his own life force to help them fight the disease.

As the scene shattered again, her gaze shifted to beyond Nesery. On the wasteland, a group of bandits were stopped by a warrior wielding a machete. The warrior glared angrily at them, his eyes filled with hatred and resentment.

He had a blood feud with the bandits, and a great battle was inevitable. Maginus leaned forward, his expression focused, for this was the first time he had ever seen someone die from killing.

Both sides were low-ranking. The warrior had lost an arm, but his swordsmanship was still sharp. Relying on the terrain, his preparation, and his understanding of the bandits, he successfully killed all the enemies except the leader, but he was also seriously injured.

"How many more swings can you deliver? One, two? Hahaha, I just want to drag you down until you die!"

The bandit leader shouted and pulled out a crossbow from behind him to try to fire, but he himself was also seriously injured. The arrows only forced the warriors to keep moving and did not cause him any real damage.

The sound of his breathing was like the working of a bellows. The soldier had only managed to hold on until now thanks to his last bit of strength. Even so, he continued to move forward, with only one thought in his mind: to defeat the enemy in front of him!

His blood and qi surged, but his soul gradually separated from his body, and he inevitably marched towards death. The warrior, realizing this as well, roared inwardly:

Just a little longer, just a little longer, Death, please don't take my life. I only need a few more seconds.

The two sides were about to clash, and the warrior gradually weakened. Maginus watched this scene, recalled her past, and raised her finger to pluck the warrior's death line.

The silk threads trembled like harp strings, and the imminent death line was pulled back by three seconds. The warrior roared, forcibly locking in his life force, and unleashed the most crucial strike against the bandit leader.

A flash of silver light, and the leader's head fell, while the warriors also knelt in the wasteland, their faces full of smiles.

Watching this scene, Maginus smiled with satisfaction, then tapped his fingers in deep thought.

Up until now, all she has done is help people gain a little chance to survive and extend their lifespan, whether long or short, but in the end, it is actually the people who have obtained the life they themselves have gained.

Given this, is it possible to shorten the journey to death and bring the end of life to an earlier date?

Chapter 730 Advising one to live, hastening one's death.

Turning her gaze to the territory of Nesery, Maginus followed the thread of faith to find Mia's whereabouts, observing her movements, those of the city guard, and the Plague Church within the border town.

Looking around, K, the God of Death, did not see any trace of the Goddess of Plague. She had not even sent an avatar. Either she had not yet sent an avatar to descend, or she dared not face K.

Mia and the city guards searched the entire town for any possible plague priests and believers, because a vicious mid-level professional had secretly infiltrated the town and could potentially threaten everyone's safety.

Five days have passed since the search began, and they have basically located all the targets. They plan to launch an attack tonight to wipe out all the pastors and believers of the Plague Church in the border towns.

As for the Plague Church, many people had a crimson light shining above their heads, like a death star, but a large group of people were only close to death and were still a long way from truly dying.

They must be the ones who could have escaped. The process from birth to death is called death. Maginus raised his hand and placed it on the line of death, ready to test his abilities at any time. Once they were seriously injured, he would change their route and shorten their death time to the extreme.

Today, a serious injury that doesn't kill can turn into a gruesome death on the spot.

As night fell, everyone began to move about. Soldiers disguised as patrolling soldiers gathered at the previously scouted locations, prepared to protect themselves from the plague and poison.

Compared to diseases, toxins take effect faster, but they are also easier for spellcasters to target. When facing toxins, simply delaying the onset of the poison can reduce the threat of all toxins. Protecting against toxins can also completely eliminate one of a variety of toxins.

Therefore, the priests of the Church of the Three Gods also followed suit. Over the years of cooperation, the local churches in Nesery have developed a certain level of trust in Maginus and the entire official system of Nesery.

Cooperation increased with trust, and as cooperation increased, trust grew stronger, creating a virtuous cycle. They were essentially bound together with the official town organizations of Nesery.

For the sake of people's livelihood, and also for the sake of more faiths.

The operation was swift. Many of the city guards in the city were former soldiers of the Nesserian army, most of whom were seriously injured but not completely incapacitated.

Some of them are missing an arm, some are blind in one or two eyes, some are deaf, and so on. Such disabilities will reduce their combat ability, but will not completely eliminate their fighting power.

Despite her injuries, Maginot did not underestimate these warriors who had survived the battlefield. In order to effectively alleviate their post-war syndrome, she assigned those restless warriors to work as city guards.

Patrolling, clearing monsters from the driveway, venturing into the sewers to search for potential monsters—these transitional missions help them gradually adapt to their new lives after leaving the battlefield.

As for those who want to become stronger, they can learn how to fight with one arm, practice blind combat, and so on. Monks are actually a very good choice. Many people have referred to the training methods of monks, and a few soldiers have even successfully advanced to the lower ranks.

This not only filled them with hope, but also replenished the city's garrison, something Maginus was happy to see.

In her line of sight, a city guard squad leader with his eyes covered by a black cloth stood in the designated position, responsible for blocking any possible escapees of the Plague Church believers. There were many similar people, all of them retired from the battlefield and professionals who were unwilling to remain idle.

Before all the personnel had arrived, the Plague Church seemed to have sensed the commotion and suddenly broke out, escaping from the stronghold and spraying powder or potion at the surrounding city guards.

Once someone is infected, the potent toxin will cause them to feel unwell. Fortunately, there are plenty of priests and antidotes available. Those who are fully prepared will immediately drink the potion, while those who are too late will be healed by the priests with magic.

Two or three years ago, these soldiers of the city garrison might have been considered expendable, but now they are all elites. They were trained with great difficulty, and we can't let them die.

Apart from Dover, the city garrisons have not made much progress.

The garrison of Dover has been involved in operations against spies. The garrisons of other towns are still looked down upon and at most do minor tasks in the eyes of adventurers, residents and even nobles. They have no chance to show their skills. Now the border towns finally have their chance.

Because of the city guards' low profile, the plague church's pastors and believers still regarded them as ordinary soldiers, and were caught off guard, completely unprepared for the city guards to be able to stand up to them.

Despite having a numerical advantage among the city guards, the plague priests were still taken aback and regretted their misinformation.

The conflict escalated. The discovered pastors and believers were unable to break through the encirclement and gradually became anxious. Some who had escaped saw the miserable state of their companions, hesitated for a moment, and then decided to help by rushing over.

However, just as one of the soldiers rushed forward, the sense of threat suddenly increased. He turned and swung his iron bar, sparks flying as the bar rubbed against his straight sword. The blindfolded city guard captain slightly turned the hilt of his sword, raised his leg, and kicked the soldier, forcing him back before assuming a fighting stance.

"You lackeys of the Plague Church, come and try your hand."

Similar scenes occurred on different streets, with the crowd blocking both those inside from getting out and those outside from getting in.

Standing high in the air, holding her chest, Maginus looked at the plague believers who had not yet encountered the enemy, and the members whose Death Star had not yet lit up even after encountering the enemy, and reached out to activate the Line of Death.