Volume 1 Chapter 358: The Land of God's Grace is Full of Idiots
When she came, Hestia used her wisdom to indicate that Oceanus would become the sacrifice of the sea people in order to eliminate the conflict between the sea people and the heavens.
The biggest possibility is that Halia induced Oceanus to attack Valentinus on his own initiative, or even the heavens.
And now, Hestia had predicted everything.
"In fact, Father God has guessed everything, hasn't he? That's why you decided to let the army advance so decisively..." The sound of the strong wind piercing the eardrums was nothing to the gods.
When Lynch heard what Hestia said, he actually broke out in a cold sweat in the dead of night with strong winds.
He coughed and said, "Xiao He still knows me best."
"There is nothing in the world that the Father cannot see through." Hestia covered her mouth and smiled.
Lynch suddenly straightened his back and raised his chin.
It feels great to be praised.
If it was because of his real ability, it would be even better... Unfortunately... Lin Qi decisively agreed to march because he thought that even if the army couldn't win, then there would be no problem with seventy or eighty forbidden spells...
Hestia's thoughts coincided with Lynch's, but not completely. She continued, "If Father God didn't want to cause the lives of the Federation of Hope to suffer too much, he could have destroyed the Federation of Hope with his powerful force. But Father God was merciful and still started a war because he wanted to keep the flame of hope in the Federation of Hope."
She looked at Lin Qi with a gentle gaze: "Father God, this is a war. Only through the burning of fire can the filth be washed away and a new life be ushered in. Your mercy will make the withered world more prosperous."
......
far away.
Flying dragons circled in the night sky, sometimes dispersing and sometimes returning from afar.
People in silver armor, grey cloaks fluttering in the night sky as they fight against the cold wind. The red moon reflects the smiling masks on their faces that gleam with cold light.
"Lord Marcus! It has been confirmed that it is the ancestor of mankind and the father of the ocean who are fighting. That is a forbidden power. The pressure of the forbidden power can still be felt at a height of thousands of feet!"
The dragons flew back and walked side by side with the most ferocious dragon, and the smiling man on it shouted out this information at the top of his voice.
"Got it. Let's continue investigating."
Marcus gestured as he spoke.
The smiling man nodded and left, and another smiling man arrived.
"Lord Marcus! Inside the city of Wadinglan, the believers are all watching the battle in the sky, and their minds are confused. But the protective shield outside is very troublesome, it looks like a forbidden artifact!"
"Keep exploring!"
Another smiling person left.
"The forbidden artifact is the Chain of Immortality! Now the brothers in the city of Wadinglan have found traces of the artifact, but the artifact is being strictly guarded by several churches. They are now trying to find a way to interrupt the ritual of the artifact!"
"We must complete the mission before the army from the Land of God's Grace arrives! Even if it costs us our lives!"
"yes!"
"..."
Smiling people came and went, all doing their intelligence work.
......
Northwest of the ancient city of Wadinglan.
There is also a huge army stationed here late at night.
Unlike human armies, this army was not marching.
Where they were stationed, you could see bonfires burning late at night. The scorching flames could even penetrate the clouds in this autumn, illuminating the night's face.
The ferocious-looking beastmen sat around the campfire with smiles on their faces, sincere smiles on their faces.
Next to the campfire, there was a small fire with a large pot of porridge with only a few wild vegetables hanging on a tree trunk. It was boiling and there were more bubbles rising.
This pot of porridge is so thin that it makes people feel sorry for it. But for the orcs, it is a godsend.
At the door of a yurt-like tent, the orc chief Agu and the orc prophet were standing side by side, gazing into the distant night sky.
The sky was clear and the air was fresh, but looking from the distant clouds, it looked like some natural disaster was befalling. The increasingly dark clouds and the flashing arcs of various colors were breathtaking.
"Grandpa Prophet, what did you see?" Agu slowly turned his head and looked at the prophet's old face. Seeing his cheeks sunken a little bit, Agu's eyes flashed with pity. This Grandpa Prophet was becoming more and more haggard in these days.
The prophet did not answer.
The long silence made the postures of the two people like wax statues. Only the refreshing breeze blew by. One was weak, the other was strong, one was old, the other was young. The white hair dancing in the air and the black hair that was somewhat yellowed by the firelight formed a sharp contrast.
After a long while, the prophet finally let out a long breath, his hands hanging down, his fingers trembling slightly, "The continent will be unified. The real war between gods will also begin."
As he spoke, he turned around with difficulty, but his body remained upright. He slowly raised his head and stared closely into Agu's eyes: "Agu, the Kingdom of Klei will become the only country on the continent, and the Land of God's Grace will become the real leader. In the future, they may be enemies with the heavens and hell, but believe me, even if the opponent is a god, you must lead the beastmen to stand on the side of the Land of God's Grace."
Agu's brows were furrowed.
He felt something was wrong.
He was about to say something but was interrupted by the prophet.
The prophet stretched out his stiff hand and pointed at the beastmen who were talking and laughing by the campfire. "Once upon a time, our people lived on a prairie, starving and never had a good meal like this. But in the Land of God's Grace, they gave us food and promised that after the world is truly at peace, the gods will help us build a true civilization and try to integrate the races."
"I don't want my people to continue to live a life of eating raw meat and drinking blood. That's beasts, not orcs."
"The hope of the orcs lies in the land of God's grace."
The prophet suddenly laughed, and more and more wrinkles appeared on his old face. His smile seemed a little weird, but Agu could see kindness and sincerity in it. He swore that he had never seen such a pure expression again.
"The people of God's Grace Land are all idiots. There is no one more stupid than them. There is a God there, but God is also an idiot. They have already achieved immortality and are not a threat to the world at all, but they are moving forward towards their goal in order to bring true stability to the world."
"Agu, you have to become a fool like them. The world can only have a real future if it unites together."
"Promise me..."
The prophet uttered the last three words and slowly closed his tired eyes.
A green light flashed from between the prophet's brows and flew into the air.
Agu's eyes suddenly turned red, his body trembled, he wanted to reach out to support the prophet, wanted to shout, the tears in his eyes were about to overflow.
But in the end, he held back.
When a beastman falls, he does not need others to support him. When a beastman dies, he does not need to be buried. During his lifetime, a beastman does not need pity.
"Bang——"
The prophet's body only needs the comfort of the smoke and dust in this strange land.
Agu slowly lowered his head, looked at the prophet with his red eyes for the last time, and slowly left.
His hands were clenched.
Behind him is the body of the prophet, and in front of him is the future of countless orcs.