People are at the border, but they become the incarnation of the sun

He naturally saw what Marika was thinking, and Marika did not hide it. She nodded slightly and said, "Well, it is indeed time to say goodbye."

"But before that, come here first."

Reinhardt slowly walked forward and stood beside Marika on the battlement.

"...Look, the war between the demigods has begun." Marika raised her arm and pointed her slender fingers downwards.

Her tone was still calm and even when she saw her children fighting, she seemed not to care at all. She was just a spectator watching this drama constructed by life, as if all this was within her expectations.

Looking in the direction Marika pointed, a blast of scorching wind suddenly blew towards me.

But it penetrated their bodies.

They who appeared here at this moment were just an illusion. To be more precise, they were watching and observing all this through dreams.

But the tragic scene on the battlefield was particularly tragic.

The once peaceful gravel path is now stained with blood.

The thriving Yatan Plateau is now littered with corpses, and the scarlet water flowing down has gathered into streams, eroding the golden earth.

Under the cover of dark clouds, war and conflict have become the main themes here, and the once powerful Royal City of Rodel is almost in shatters.

The siege vehicles and the tall golem guards roared, and the fighting knights were roaring.

But neither the defending side nor the attacking side had any intention of stopping, and the mood of madness gradually spread on the battlefield.

Crazy, everyone is crazy, everyone is bloodthirsty.

Even the war between the stars and the moon that he had personally experienced was nothing compared to what happened here. It was nothing but a fart. It was just a game of playing house.

There were many brave warriors who could be called heroes fighting in the army, but in the end they were still buried by the tidal wave of soldiers.

But the most eye-catching thing is the two flowing red hairs——

The tall Latan was brandishing his two star-breaking swords and killing everyone on the battlefield. The heavy sword blades were wrapped with purple magical light like lightning. Every time he swung it, a large number of Lost Knights and Rodel Knights would die.

From time to time, he would open the lion bow and rain down gravity arrows.

The relatively slender and petite Malenia brandished the golden holy blade embedded in her prosthetic hand, creating gusts of sword wind. She tapped the ground with her toes as if dancing like a water bird, and reaped lives like the god of death.

No one knew how long she had been killing, but her armor had been stained dark red with blood.

However, what surprised him most was a guy holding a golden battle axe with the image of a beast carved on it.

It's just that the guy's appearance is too delicate, which looks very inconsistent.

But every time it is waved, it creates a gust of wind.

If I'm not mistaken, that guy should be Greg, right? I didn't expect him to have grown so big.

Moreover, beside that man, one could indeed see some of Godwin's former ministers, but there was no sign of Godwin's personal knights or Lutier.

At this moment, a figure rushed out from the direction of the Royal City of Rodel. The man was very big, but his face could not be seen because he was wearing a gray robe. All that could be seen was that he was holding a cane in his hand, and a tail could be seen faintly at the end of the robe.

The man was very fast. In just a few seconds, he rushed into the battlefield, raised the crutch, and threw out the dagger and hammer condensed by the power of gold to kill one enemy after another.

The moment the pair of golden eyes locked onto Latan and Marennia, the man jumped high and pressed the fighting Latan to the ground. The tip of the seemingly simple crutch pierced Latan's shoulder fiercely, and blood spurted out on the spot.

“…Who are you?!”

"I am Markit, the [Ominous Demon] who guards the Royal City of Rodel. I have been ordered by the [Blessed King] Mungot to eliminate you, the rebellious ministers!"

Latan gritted his teeth and gripped the crutch head with one hand, preventing it from going any further.

But that dark face was full of doubts.

This guy named Markit had never been seen before and had no impression of him at all.

But judging by the rugged, hard corners on his face, he must be the son of an evil omen.

But where did the Son of Evil Omen, who has hard horns and can use the Golden Law, come from in the Royal City of Rodel?

The most important thing is that this guy is very strong. Even if the attack just now was a sneak attack, the opponent's strength is enough to make him take it seriously.

The surrounding Red Lion soldiers saw the brave Latan being pinned to the ground. They were so bloodthirsty that they didn't care about the advantage between the enemy and themselves, and raised their spears to stab the man who was pressing Latan.

But before the spear could thrust forward, a gust of wind suddenly passed by.

Immediately afterwards, streaks of blood splattered all over their bodies.

Several black knights appeared from nowhere and killed them all.

"Lord Latarn!"

Upon seeing this, the Red Lion Knight Oga shouted loudly, immediately took out his longbow and shot out a rain of gravity arrows, which drove away the gray-robed man.

But when Latan stood up and tried to find the guy who called himself the evil omen demon, he had already lost his trace. There was no trace of the man at all on the chaotic battlefield filled with smoke and dust.

"...What do you think of this, Reinhardt?"

On the city wall, Marika asked quietly while watching the war. There was still no fluctuation on her face, as if it had nothing to do with her and she was just a spectator.

"How can I see it? This is all just about profit."

"Oh?" Marika glanced over, her beautiful eyes filled with curiosity. "What do you mean?"

"What else can I say?" Reinhardt shrugged, his expressionless face gazing at the battle below. He sighed, "Human actions are determined by desire and reason. Human instinct constantly generates desires, while reason serves to suppress them. However, if the ability to think, the source of reason, is lost for some reason, humans become animals driven by desire."

"It's obvious that the rationality of the people who appeared here was affected by the broken Elden Ring."

Ever since the Elden Ring was broken, everyone under the Golden Rule has been affected to some extent.

Even Aliana and Di Xi are no exception in this regard.

They once wiped out bandits who accidentally came to the basement, but their approach was different from the past. They were more ruthless and showed no mercy.

"Well, rather than that, I'd like to ask you, Queen Marika. Are you not going to stop them? Let them destroy the Golden Dynasty you worked so hard to build? Let your descendants kill each other?"

"...That's right, I don't care about all this." Marika said with the same emotion, "The Golden Dynasty is already a part of history to me, and I have already given those lovely children my words of advice."

Demigod, my lovely child.

You can become anything—

You can become a king or a god.

But if you don't become any of these beings, you will be abandoned...

And, become a sacrifice.

"You are so cruel, Marika... like a witch." Reinhardt complained slightly.

But it is also true.

For the sake of her plan, Marika sacrificed not only Godwin, but also many relatives of the Golden Family, almost all of whom died in the assassination of Black Knife.

Now, he is so blatantly preparing to sacrifice these demigods.

As for the initial outbreak of this war, he had already guessed the reason.

This should be a war led by Greg.

After Godwin died, his skinned body was placed in a coffin and transported back to the foot of the golden tree in the city of Rodel for the tree-returning ceremony.

As the eldest son, Greg naturally needs to go along.

But not long after that, Marika performed the Ring Breaking, and overnight the gods and kings of the Golden Dynasty disappeared, and the Elden Ring was also broken.

As Godwin's eldest son, Greg is the most qualified candidate to inherit the throne of King Elden.

But at this time, Godwin's younger brother, Mungot, ran out, and at some point he gathered a group of men to forcibly seize the throne and expel Greg from the royal city.

Naturally, Greg was dissatisfied, so he gathered his father's subordinates and Nimgefu's army, and took advantage of the situation to win over Latan and Michaela to launch an attack on the Royal City of Rodel, starting a battle for the throne.

Since Michaela was on good terms with Godwin, she would not refuse, so she sent Malenia.

I don't know what Latan was thinking, but he agreed anyway. I guess he wanted to be recognized as a hero in clearing the court of evil, or maybe there was some other reason.

In short, the first battle to defend the royal city broke out.

"Haha, witch?" Marika smiled. "I like this name very much. It's very nice."

"And Reinhardt... perhaps you don't know one thing. I am already dead. As punishment for the Broken Ring, I was hung inside the Golden Tree. My body serves as a vessel to sustain the remaining Rings... What stands before you is merely the last remnant of my life."

"Oh, is it so?"

Reinhardt glanced at Marika and continued, "So, as the deceased Queen, Ms. Marika, what are you going to ask me to do next?"

"die."

Malika answered decisively, without the slightest hesitation, but Reinhardt thought he had misheard and asked again, "...Malika, what did you say? I didn't hear you clearly. Could you please repeat it?"

"Okay, I hope you'll choose a place you like to die next." Marika said seriously, "But even though you're going to die, you'll eventually return."

"This is what happened to War King Ge Fulei, who left the border area, and his subordinates as well."

"After you face death, what was taken away will be returned again—"

"Be close to death and become strong."

"Return to the Junction, engage in battle, and wield the Elden Ring as you please."

After listening to Marika's long speech, he finally realized what was happening and his eyes became strange. "...Are you planning to make me become a Faded One, then return to repair the Circle and become the King of Elden?"

"Yes, and no." Marika turned and smiled at him. "Reinhardt, your existence is very special. The blessing within you is nothing more than a bondage, a law that binds you. I'm sure you've already discovered this, right?"

"..."

Reinhardt didn't respond, but Marika was right, he did feel that way.

Logically speaking, his understanding of his own laws has reached a very high level now, probably even not inferior to Lani's, but it is difficult for him to fully display it, as if he is stuck at a bottleneck.

"When the blessing disappears, your sun will be fully revealed, so it's not a bad thing for you to become a faded one."

"Also, although you will be close to death, it is not true death. For you, it is just a deep sleep."

"Your laws will not allow you to die like this, and the sun will never go out."

As she spoke, Marika turned around and looked towards the clouds in the direction of the snow-capped mountains.

Above the sea of clouds, the sun hangs in the distance. Even after losing its power, it still hangs there and never disappears.

Reinhardt also felt that it made sense, and everything Marika said was for his own good, but for some reason, he always felt something was strange.

After thinking about it carefully, he found that he had no clue at all, so he gave up the idea and asked again:

"So, what exactly do you want to do? You're not planning on having me repair the Ring and become the King of Elden, are you?"

"Yes, I really don't want this to happen. I hope you can use your laws to call back the sun, abolish the Elden Ring, and restore peace to the border."

Normally, it is very unbelievable for the owner of the Elden Ring to say such a thing.

But the person who said these words was Marika, the goddess of the golden tree, and who had done so many things that went against the supreme will and the decision of the two fingers, which actually increased the credibility a lot.

Moreover, the seriousness in those clear golden eyes showed that she was not joking but making a serious request.

"Okay, let's just take it as it is. What about the reward? I won't work for you for nothing for something like this." Reinhardt said bluntly.

After all, becoming a Fader is not a good thing. Even wild dogs on the roadside will bite you, and you will be an unlucky existence that is hostile to almost all forces.

"Don't worry, I'm ready. You'll be able to see me when you come back."

As she spoke, Marika suddenly whispered softly in his ear:

"...I believe you will be satisfied with the gift I prepared, my lovely little bedmate."

The dizzy breath he exhaled made him shiver.

This alluring tone, this tall and enchanting figure that is so close, and the fragrance that lingers at the tip of the nose... every gesture is full of charm.

This kind of woman who combines holiness and depravity is completely incomparable to the prostitutes standing on the roadside seducing passers-by.

No matter how many times, it would make his heart speed up slightly.

Humph, what an annoying little goblin.

116. Journey to the Eternal City (4.2K)

Death is a common topic at the border.

Although it is difficult for most people to die under the blessing of the Golden Tree, for heroes and demigods, especially the Faded, it is a word that they often mention.