The cries of children, people's panicked cries for help, and angry roars echoed throughout the square.

Many people were trampled underfoot, and the goblins and dwarves suffered heavy casualties.

Most of the citizens are weak and have no fighting power. Faced with such a disaster, they can only leave it to fate.

A large amount of black gas was rising. Even though the elven chieftain ordered his people to attack the sky, it was in vain.

The black energy is very high, and no moves can reach that height.

The black gas in the center of the sky seemed to be very heavy and slowly gathered and fell to the ground. The black gas gradually formed a black devil-like shadow.

"All I need to become a dominant god is you, my nourishment..."

The elf chief looked at the horrifying figure in horror. What on earth was this person? He looked ethereal and vague, as if he had no substance.

"Hurry and attack that shadow!"

Just after saying this, the Elf Chieftain felt his body gradually becoming weak.

A claw emitting black energy pierced her body, and she felt the strength in her body quickly draining away.

Did I do something wrong? Was the God of Faith really protecting Olovia? Was this the punishment for my disrespect for the God...

The body of the elven chieftain collapsed to the ground, and all the other chieftains stared in horror at what was happening before their eyes. They already regretted their actions.

I regret my silence and going with the flow.

After the people of Olovia lost their faith, the place was shrouded in jealousy, sadness, anger, fear and despair.

They finally remembered their elders telling them stories about the God of Faith with smiles on their faces.

The God of faith that once warmed their childhood has become strange and insignificant with the passage of time, and has even become the object of their venting of anger today.

The panicked people prayed at this time, hoping that the God of Faith could come back to save them, but they also knew it themselves.

Everything is too late.