As the eastern horizon gradually turned a pale white, the light of dawn spilled across the land.
The knights of the Legion of the Dead never imagined that one day they would be so eager to see the sun rise.
"Commander, it's time!" the lieutenant excitedly reminded him.
The legion commander's expression was solemn, but he was more nervous than ever before. He raised his hand and gestured to his knights: "Let's go!"
"good!"
The Legion of the Dead marched toward the Crimson Castle as agreed. They had been secretly observing the castle many times before, but this time they were stepping into the area so openly.
As expected, when they arrived, the castle had already been reduced to ruins, surrounded by deep pits and flying dirt and rocks, and anyone could feel the immense power that remained there.
"There are so many corpses, and judging from their clothes, they all belong to the Red-Eyes Cult."
The deputy said that the followers of the Red-Eyed Cult originally wore white robes, but the red on their robes was dyed with the blood of their own or their enemies. The deeper the red, the higher their status in the cult.
"Something's not right." The legion commander carefully searched the bodies and frowned. They were indeed dead, but why was there such a strong amount of Dawn Power left at the scene? Their injuries also looked like they had been burned by Dawn Power.
“Yes, you noticed that too? It seems that the people of Dawn have intervened. However, the ones who were possessed are three important figures from Dawn. It is indeed possible that their church infiltrated and took the opportunity to attack the Red-Eyed Cult last night.” The deputy speculated.
It's certainly a good thing that Dawn is facing off against the Red-Eyed Cult, but His Holiness the Pope is also present. They are Dawn's sworn enemies, and what if they were to harm His Holiness...?
The chill in the legion commander's eyes intensified.
"Report! There are living people here!"
A ghost knight, who was searching for traces at the scene, shouted out.
The legion commander rushed over and saw three people lying in the corner of the wall. Their eyes were closed, their faces were pale, and their bodies were tattered, as if they had just experienced a fierce battle.
His expression changed, and he quickly retreated. "These three are the ones possessed by the evil god!"
All the undead knights raised their swords, watching the person lying on the ground warily.
"They're not dead, so Your Majesty...?" someone whispered in fear.
"Shut up!"
They were extremely vigilant, and the three people lying down seemed to sense the arrival of others and opened their eyes.
The legion commander neither retreated nor avoided them, keeping a close eye on the three. If His Majesty were to truly fail and die at the hands of these three gods, they would be willing to follow His Majesty into the abyss and fight to the death to avenge him!
"I've finally recovered." Melody hugged Vincent, tears of joy streaming down her face.
Caroline stood up, dusted herself off, and said, "It feels so good to be able to control my feelings."
Vincent hugged Melody back blankly, as if his mind hadn't quite processed what was happening.
The first reaction of the three upon waking was relief; they were finally free from the possession of the gods. For so many days, their consciousness had been imprisoned, and they were unable to control their bodies, forced to watch helplessly as the three evil gods used their bodies to do all sorts of disgusting things.
However, they quickly noticed the undead knights on the scene, and their hearts sank. Wasn't this like escaping one wolf's den only to fall into another? Dawn and the Church of the Dead had always been at odds; what were they going to do?
Vincent stood up and stood in front of the two young ladies, asking, "What are you planning to do?"
The legion commander breathed a sigh of relief. Judging from the performance of these three men, they had clearly broken free from the state of being possessed by the gods. His Majesty must have won.
He asked in a deep voice, "Where is the person who drove away the evil god and freed you from your possession?"
“We don’t know.” Vincent shook his head. All they knew was that the Son of Kane, in his divine descent, had expelled the god from them, and then they fell into a coma, only waking up now. Of course, they didn’t know where he had gone. And even if they did know, he couldn’t possibly reveal the whereabouts of their savior.
The legion commander's eyes turned cold as he threatened, "If you refuse to tell the truth, we'll examine your memories ourselves. A person's memories are stored in their soul; once we extract your soul..."
Melody's eyes flashed with panic, and she hurriedly stepped forward: "We really don't know where he is. Perhaps you can look around here."
Caroline remained calm: "You cannot harm us. One of us is the Holy Son of Dawn, and the other is His Majesty the Pope's daughter. If you hurt us, Dawn will fight you, the Church of the Dead, to the death!"
"You continue searching for His Majesty's whereabouts. You few tie up those three and keep a close watch on them," the legion commander ordered, ignoring Caroline's words.
"yes!"
"Damn it! Let us go!"
"What bad luck! Ever since I met that guy who cheated me out of money on the ship, I haven't had a single good day."
...
"Phew..." Phil Gray scooped up a handful of clean water from the thawed river, washed away the blood scabs and stains on his body, and changed into a brand new set of trousers and shirt.
The darkness swiftly snatched the fish that came out of the water to breathe and swallowed them whole.
"Why aren't you being picky about food anymore?" Phil Gray asked with a smile when he saw its actions.
"I'm happy! And I'm really hungry. Let's hurry back to Destiny. I want to eat something good!" Night shook off the water droplets on its body, its tail swaying back and forth.
"I might have to go back to Dawn for now; there are still some things to take care of there." Phil Gray looked towards the horizon. Last night, after a fierce battle, he, along with the Night and the divine consciousness of the Day Prophet, successfully drove away the three evil gods.
But when he thought of Vincent the Holy Son, Melody, and Caroline, who had been freed from their possession, he didn't know how to tell them the news that Pope Dawn and the elders had passed away.
"Why--"
Thinking of this, he sighed again.
"It's been so long, Vino should have dealt with the true forms of those three evil gods by now, right?" Night muttered. "If he can't even handle his own subordinate gods, I'll have to underestimate him..."
Phil Gray coughed softly. "Little kitty, you seem to have forgotten something."
As soon as you speak of the devil, the voice of the god of death immediately rang in their ears: "Don't worry, it's resolved. Also, Phil, congratulations."
As the voice of the God of Death rang out, Phil Gray felt a familiar divine power surge through his body; he had broken through the Divine Descent barrier!
A smile involuntarily crept onto his lips; he had finally become the god descended from the heavens, a god jointly ruled by fate, dawn, and death.
The darkness seemed to sense his breakthrough in level, staring at him intently, but instead of sharing his joy, it simply murmured, "So fast?"
"Fast? You mean those three evil gods were dealt with by the God of Death? Or are you saying I leveled up quickly?"
“It’s nothing.” Night walked in front of him. “Let’s go see if those three guys have woken up yet.”
“Alright, the Legion of the Dead should be here by now. If I weren’t worried that seeing me in this disheveled state would damage my dignity as Pope, I wouldn’t have gone all this way to find a river.” Phil Gray caught up with the Night.
From afar, they spotted the Legion of the Dead. Some of them were collecting the corpses of the Red-Eyed Cult members, seemingly planning to reuse them later, while others were sorting out valuable items to transport back to the church.
"You want to go there as your true self?"
The darkness asked.
“Yes, it’s time for them to know that Dawn and the Church of the Dead are now one family.” Phil Gray smiled slightly.
Who is it?
A ghost knight spotted them and asked warily.
"I am your Emperor."
"Huh?" The undead knight's eyes widened, and those around them who heard the commotion rushed over, staring at them in disbelief.
“Look, this is the crown I wore at my coronation.” Phil Gray thought for a moment and retrieved a crown belonging to the Pope of the Dead from the Death Stone. He showed it to them and then pointed to his own face. “This is my true face. I was wearing a mask before.”
"Go and report to the commander immediately!"
This is indeed the crown of the Pope of the Dead, and they are searching for His Majesty's whereabouts. They are unsure whether to believe it or not, so they have no choice but to send someone to find the legion commander immediately.
The legion commander was nearby and quickly approached. Unlike the other knights who judged people by their appearance, he directly sensed his emperor's soul aura. He immediately knelt down and said with joy, "Your Majesty, you have truly defeated them!"
"Fortunately, we have the help of the gods. By the way, have you seen those three people from the Dawn Cult here?"
"Um."
With a wave of his hand, the legion commander summoned three undead knights who were bound by chains and struggling violently.
It is Vincent, Melody, and Caroline.
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