The undead knights carried the Holy Dragon's 'Godslaying Decree' to every corner of the world.

After a thousand years, the blood of the Holy Dragon once again points its sword at the gods.

However, compared to the Holy Dragon's ability to suppress the God of Deception with overwhelming support...

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

The chief palace attendant scrambled in.

The king of the small country was originally posing with his head held high.

He hired a very famous painter to paint his heroic figure.

The king of the small country holds a sharp longsword, against a backdrop of a vast, ornate velvet curtain, but in the painter's scroll—

The king, with his heroic figure, rode a magnificent white steed. Surrounded by thousands on the battlefield, he descended like a god of war, slaughtering all in his path.

"Perth, Perth, what did I say?"

"Stay calm."

"No matter what happens, stay calm," the king said without looking up.

So the courtier named Perth took a deep breath.

He spoke in a Gallic accent perfectly suited to aristocratic tastes, and in an elegant tone:

"Your Majesty, please allow me to report to you."

Perhaps because he had been standing for too long, the king, who was trying to pull in his stomach but whose belly was still bulging like a ball, waved to the maid beside him.

The maid bumped into a golden cup.

The golden cup is filled with fine wine.

The king, striving to maintain his imposing posture, slowly bent his knees and squatted down.

The maidservant, being very perceptive, fed the king the wine from the golden cup.

At the same time, after uttering a long string of flowery words, the steward changed the subject and said, "...a group of undead has arrived at our city walls."

"puff--"

The king sprayed out red wine.

The painter gave a thumbs-up and his brush flew across the paper. "Fantastic idea! Your Majesty!"

The king had no interest in associating with these courtiers.

He threw down his longsword and, in a manner almost identical to that of a palace eunuch, tumbled down the steps he had been standing on.

He was also wearing magnificent armor and a crimson commander's cloak.

The palace attendant quickly caught up with the king. "Would you like to go up to the city walls and have a look?"

The king almost kicked him.

"What are you looking at! Hurry up!"

"Gather your valuables! Prepare the carriages! Send the knights to fight the undead to the death!"

"Bring the Queen, and the Prince... and the Queen's new maid too!"

Finally, the king took a deep breath.

One word: Run!

Two words: Run!

Three words: Run!

However, the eunuch stammered, "But, but there is only one immortal under the city."

The king stumbled, “…”

He turned around, raised his hand, and with all his might, slapped his own steward across the face.

"Then why didn't you explain it clearly just now!?"

The king spun on his toes, and his crimson commander's cloak swept through the air in a perfect arc with a "whoosh."

"Let's go! Up on the city wall, I want to see what this undead wants to do beneath the walls of my capital!"

The steward covered his face and followed the king up the city wall.

All around were knights on high alert.

The king stood on the city wall and peered out—

It met the bloodshot eyes of the undead.

This was nothing like the 'thin skeleton' the king had imagined.

The undead riding on a tall horse drew a black longsword from its scabbard and raised it high.

"Holy Dragon King's Decree - There shall be no more believers of the God of Love in the world."

"Those who disobey will be killed!"

The undead used necromancy.

His voice echoed above the city walls.

The king was stunned.

He stammered, "What are these rotten bones saying?"

"He...he...he...he said we're not allowed to believe in the God of Love!?" The eunuch was also shocked.

A spirit, in the age of gods, openly and honestly cannot claim to believe in the god of love!

"Did his brain rot away after he died?" the king asked in astonishment.

But soon, after the initial shock, everyone laughed.

Especially the king and his courtiers.

The one who laughed the most was the one who laughed the most.

"Hahahaha!!!" The king laughed wildly.

"Hahahahahaha!!" The eunuch laughed along.

"Hahaha!" the knights roared with laughter.

The king laughed until tears streamed down his face, "Hahahaha~"

He lay on the city wall and said to the knights on either side, "This pile of rotten bones is telling us to give up our faith in the god of love, hahaha!"

The knights burst into laughter.

Beneath the city walls, the flames of the soul flickered in the eye sockets of the undead.

"Your answer, you living beings."

The dark sword tip pointed straight at the city wall.

The immortal spoke in a chilling tone.

The king said solemnly, "That's absolutely impossible!"

He said solemnly, "The god of love is a benevolent god, a righteous god! We would never agree to such an impudent request."

"Get out of here, evil!"

Below the city gate, the undead simply pulled on the reins and turned them around.

Cheers erupted from the city walls.

However, the cheers didn't last long before they came to an abrupt end.

The knight turned his horse around simply to make room for a space.

He plunged his black longsword into the ground, accompanied by the whispers of the dead.

One after another, spatial gates connecting to the underworld opened.

Countless undead crawled out of these portals.

In the blink of an eye, ten thousand dead souls gathered.

The people standing on the city wall were as silent as the dead.

Oh, no, not really.

There was a faint metallic clanging sound, caused by the trembling of the knights guarding the city.

In the blink of an eye, an army of 100,000 undead soldiers besieged the city.

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