Huh? Are they all real?...

The outside world looked as if it had been trampled by some giant beast dozens of times, a truly terrible sight.

The dwarves also saw corpses scattered everywhere, as well as the wreckage of an airship floating on the lake.

Of course, there were also several tentacles that had been severed by the goblins.

Seeing this, Bahrain didn't dare to delay and hurriedly dragged the tentacles to close the door and go back to report.

-

With a strong sense of resentment and a slight sense of relief.

The goblin opened its eyes in the Human Union.

Looking at the impressionistic images of saints plastered all over his room.

The man covered his face in anguish.

"My lord, my lord!"

"How could I have lost everything so easily!"

"I so desperately want to continue following you, sir!"

Although he had been given a second chance at life, the man knew he probably wouldn't have the chance to follow in his master's footsteps.

The weeping man didn't notice that a strange pattern was slowly emerging on the back of his neck.

If he could see it, he would realize that it was exactly the same as the medal the masked man had given him.

Sensing this, the masked man looked towards the cliff with slight surprise.

"so fast?"

But after a moment, he shrugged and said:

"It doesn't matter, as long as we succeed."

-

The news of the goblin army's complete annihilation quickly reached the legion commander.

But he only frowned deeply at this and did not choose to stop the attack.

Instead, they intensified their attacks.

Under the protection of faith.

Whether they were horned people, humans, or other races, they all fought bravely and relentlessly, without fear of death.

They firmly believed that they were fighting for the glory of adults and shedding blood for a better world.

The sun was gradually setting in the west.

The legion commander, who was supposedly standing on the front line but was actually some distance away, was now surrounded by blood.

Amid the horrific casualties on the front lines, the soldiers' blood was barely dry before it was filled with new deaths.

The dwarves will not surrender; this is their home.

They will not back down; this is the glory and will of adults.

Behind the legion commander, a masked man who had appeared at the front lines at some unknown time asked:

"Why don't we stop and rest for a bit?"

The legion commander turned around. Although he had never stepped onto the actual front lines, his combat boots were covered in dried, dirty, scarlet blood clots.

"Although we have taken the Iron Gate, the dwarves still have countless cities, large and small, in the Seven Hills."

"These fortresses all have sturdy walls, and these damned walls not only have a powerful blessing accumulated over time, but they also have a group of dwarves who are most skilled at repairing the walls."

"If I dare to stop for even a moment, the dwarves can make all the sacrifices of the soldiers in front of me go to waste."

"This is an evenly matched battle. To break through the city, we can only keep attacking, attacking, and attacking again."

As they were talking, the masked man noticed that the soles of his shoes were also covered in blood that had just flowed over.

Chapter 115 The Deepening of the Allure and Their Respective Plans

It literally means rivers of blood.

The masked man lifted his foot and took a few steps back.

When He looked up again and looked ahead.

At the recent dwarven fortress, not only were the walls covered with huge cracks, but the corpses piled up to waist height beneath them.

To be honest, He has seen many bigger battles.

The earth cracked, the rivers dried up, the mountains collapsed, and the stars were all wars of falling. He had seen many of them.

What he was dealing with was just a minor incident.

This is also one of the many reasons why many scoundrels look down on this world—it is a world with gods, airships, and all sorts of outrageous props, but the battle scenes and methods are as ignorant and backward as the Middle Ages.

However, this was the first time He had ever seen a dead person die like this.

After all, in the real battles He had experienced before, corpses were a rare sight.

Back then, only those who were extremely powerful in life could, with a bit of luck, have the chance to leave their bodies behind.

As for the rest, if they want to keep the corpse, their luck will probably last until they become angels.

Therefore, at this moment, He was also somewhat surprised.

The shock of seeing a large group of corpses standing alive before your eyes is often greater than the sudden disappearance of a city or even a continent.

Because the latter no longer exists.

Things that cannot be seen can never provide others with enough understanding.

Even though the number of deaths was significantly higher than expected.

It's like someone pointing to an empty space and telling you that there was just a town of tens of thousands of people here, but it evaporated in an instant.

You would definitely find it unbelievable and feel nothing, unless you watched it evaporate and disappear with your own eyes.

But if no one tells you anything, and you just see a mass grave with dozens of corpses buried there, you will definitely be shocked.

For Him, it was a similar feeling at that moment.

So it turns out that only a few deaths can pile up to be this high!

"Are you really not going to stop for a moment?"

The legion commander, his expression unchanged, said:

“That is the greatest mercy, otherwise I would be a sinner.”

He can make his soldiers rest and cease fighting by attacking others.

But fighting dwarves won't work; they are a race of artisans renowned since ancient times, and this place is filled with all sorts of materials and craftsmen.

The claim that the dwarves could repair the walls if they just stopped for a moment is not an exaggeration.

This even belittled the other party.

Because during such a fierce battle, he personally witnessed the dwarves successfully repair the key parts of the fortress.

The masked man nodded.

He didn't care about the lives or deaths of these people; He just wanted to prolong the time.

Because His Sequence One ritual requires this.

The ritual of the second sequence of prophets is to trigger a great upheaval through their own prophecies.

The ascension ritual for the Prophet Sequence One is to fill a vast land with death and despair, without using prophecy, but solely through one's own words.

Seven hills, being such a vast land, are certainly enough, and given the way they died, the final abundance of their deaths will surely be enough as well.

However, He was a little worried that the group was fighting too fast, so much so that Despair couldn't keep up.

After all, these poor souls who have completely fallen under the spell of seduction have no concept of despair.

They are even less useful than the lost ones. While the lost ones may not despair, they are at least capable of bringing despair to others.

Therefore, He hoped that time would drag on, so that the dwarves in the city would gradually go from being full of fighting spirit to being in despair and waiting to die.

Ideally, the siege should last for three to five years.

In this way, one can accumulate enough despair.

Only then will we have enough power to deal with that woman.

It's ridiculous, really. They are the closest to the Lord of Prophecy, yet their ascension ceremony abandons prophecy and relies solely on their own words to advance and obtain everything.

what is this?

Was it the last piece of advice left by the original before the other became a god—not to rely on prophecy?

He couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

But this can't go on.

If the dwarves don't try harder, shouldn't I help them?

He pondered this matter slowly.

-

And in the far distance, in that pure white temple.

The pillars, which were originally pitch black, are now almost pure white, but the black spot in the center of the pillars still stands stubbornly.

A white hand, glowing with a soft light, reached out towards the two potions in front of the pillar.

After a brief hesitation, the hand simply took the Sequence One potion.

However, it did not take away the sequence four feature used to complete the sequence.

-

In the palace of the King of Turin in the Seven Hills.

The dwarf elders were sweating profusely as they maintained the giant silver tree before them.

The giant tree is about thirteen meters tall and has 33,333 branching branches.

But at this moment, countless tiny branches composed of snow-white radiance emerged from these thirty thousand forked branches.

At their ends, a thin, long thread extends out and disappears into the air.

From a distance, the entire palace was almost illuminated by this giant silver tree.

This is the ritual for the sealing item 1-006.

It is one of the treasures left behind by the King of Turin.

It has repeatedly proven effective in combating the lost.

Because its sole and greatest function is to bind the lives of the Linkers together.

The linkers will share the brunt of the damage they suffer.

As long as there are enough links, the mortality rate can be reduced to the limit.

Therefore, dwarves rarely die in the fierce battles during the day.

This is the best way to deal with the lost ones in order to avoid increasing their numbers.

However, the cost of maintaining the sacrificial rites was also staggering.

Or rather, the other party's madness was somewhat beyond their expectations.

In just one day, the ashes left by the King of Turin to initiate the sacrificial ceremony were completely used up.

The only reason it can continue operating now is because the dwarven elders urgently requisitioned all the furnaces in the Seven Hills to continuously refine spirit ash.

After wiping his sweat, a dwarf elder said to Moen beside him:

“Friend, their offensive is too aggressive. I’m afraid we won’t be able to hold out until tomorrow morning and we’ll have to abandon the outer fortresses.”

Moen nodded and said:

"They haven't stopped at all; it's already beyond my expectations that they've managed to hold on this long."