For the Orc Kingdom, the sudden cold was deadly. Lizard-like Orcs, crocodile-like Orcs, snake-like Orcs, and the like would all fall asleep due to the sudden cold and the irresistible drowsiness.
Because they might not have replenished their nutrition before going to sleep, they might starve to death in their sleep.
Therefore, the furry beastmen must establish a rescue team, otherwise they will definitely suffer heavy losses... But even so, the furry beastmen are actually very afraid of the cold.
This is not something that can be easily overcome by willpower.
Therefore, the search and rescue operation will be very slow...
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"Has it arrived? The second wave of world destruction."
Myrtle Miriam muttered to herself, her handsome features gazing at the chaotic stained glass windows in the cathedral... The light reflected on the ground under the pale sunlight was equally chaotic.
However, in Pope Miriam's eyes, those chaotic patterns were constantly combining... constructing a series of pictures that revealed the future. In his eyes, deep blue and pure white combined to form page after page of chapters.
"Where... should we go... God... I..."
As he said this, Milian immediately slapped himself. His bewildered eyes instantly hardened again, and he warned himself, "God is not to be believed... God no longer exists..."
With this strong self-suggestion, Milian, taking advantage of the fact that the church members who had gone out to provide support had not yet returned, treated the red handprint on his face... He had to be resolute.
"Please let me see the next disaster sooner... so that I can... save everyone... I must..."
Milian struggled to speak, his eyes wide open, bloodshot from the child's pupils, staring intently at the pattern on the ground, at the intricate arrangement of colors.
Hang in there, let me see again!
"Father, Mother, Grandfather, Ancestors... Please watch over me... I will protect humanity!"
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"ah!
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The returning bishops heard Pope Milian's screams. The two bishops, who had been whispering to each other, exchanged a glance and rushed into the church. There they saw Milian covering her left eye with her hand.
"Your Holiness?! Are you alright?!"
To the anxious question from one of the bishops, Mylian remained silent. He covered his eyes, blood seeping from between his fingers, yet with a relieved nonchalance, he said, "Be careful... the third calamity is... the sea..."
"..."
After Milian finished speaking, she immediately collapsed...
"Your Majesty the Pope?!"
"Your Holiness?! Someone, come quick!"
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