A deep, crimson ocean spread across the sky above Shulburn, with thick darkness weaving through the scarlet gaps.
Under the cover of darkness, the vast land was also plunged into a deathly silence and gloom.
Countless dark monsters with twisted fleshy wings and bodies covered with eerie pupils roamed endlessly here.
They flapped their chaotic wings and engulfed this land filled with death.
Surrounding Shulburn, countless residents, mired in the mire of desire and emotion, continuously emitted sharp hisses and wails from their throats.
Now, the chaotic emotions they once perceived have greatly diminished.
Their faces were ashen, their pupils dilated, and a clear terror was evident in the depths of their eyes.
The overflowing fear had permeated almost every corner of the entire city of Shulburn.
Even the devotees of the Goddess of Abundance who were protecting the residents all clung tightly to each other.
They closed their eyes tightly, filled with fear, and murmured prayers in a low voice for a long time.
What's going on? Why have the attacks from these monsters become so much more terrifying?
They're just nuns; they don't have any fighting ability.
Fear gradually seeped into the depths of their hearts, turning the once calm and gentle believers into extreme panic, their faces turning pale.
The countless mages surrounding the nun were utterly awestruck by the sight before them.
But they didn't have time to be immersed in the shock.
As the only humans on the field with combat capabilities, they had to shoulder the heavy responsibility of protecting the residents and the nuns.
At this moment, these mages, dressed in heavy robes, stood firmly on the ground, their magical power surging around them.
One after another, different colored magic arrays appeared before them, with intricate runes and patterns weaving through the arrays, overlapping and intertwining with each other.
The heterochromatic magic, under the effect of the array, transforms into magic in various shapes and forms.
It surged forward relentlessly, unleashing its power upon the monsters writhing on the earth.
The crimson sky was torn apart by the heavy colors, leaving behind fine cracks.
The earth, in turn, spared no effort, its exquisite magic flowing like thorns and rivers across the land, pouring forth across the vast expanse.
In an instant, the land surrounding Shulburn completely cracked and rose into the air under the influence of immense magical power.
The chaotic dust and soil rose into the air, only to be once again submerged by dazzling streams of color.
A dazzling light spread across the land, while the deeper sky remained shrouded in a deep crimson hue.
...
Outside of Shulburn, a soft, fluffy white cloud floats beneath the dark night sky.
Above these clouds, an elf lay there completely unconcerned about his appearance.
Her eyes were closed, as if she were already asleep.
It seems that the chaos within Shulburn has had no effect on her at all.
Meanwhile, Heim Horn, standing beside her, had already fallen silent, quietly watching the elf who was sleeping like a pig.
She could still fall asleep in such a dangerous environment; I really don't know how she did it.
He remained silent, gazing up at the ever-distorting sky.
Watching the blasphemous madness roaming among them, it swelled and became more ferocious beneath the blood-red surface.
Tens of thousands of star pupils seemed to unanimously cast their gaze upon Shulburn, shimmering with a captivating light.
As Heimhorn's reason gradually crumbled in his mind, the hazy outline of his expression under the illusion kept changing.
"So, why have the followers of the Goddess of Justice become like this?"
Of all the followers of gods, only the followers of the goddess of justice would be so fanatical as to be twisted.
Abandon the physical body and unify thought to achieve immortality in the state of consciousness.
Of course, what puzzled Heimhorn was not why these believers had become like this.
Rather, it's about how they did it, how they became like this.
After all, there are quite a few cult followers who are fanatical about other gods as well.
But only the followers of the goddess of justice are able to achieve a unified ideology that obliterates humanity.
To relinquish the physical body and achieve the state of eternal consciousness.
Both of these aspects are extremely frightening.
With unified thought, millions or even hundreds of millions of believers share the same ideology.
They can be considered the same person, but not entirely the same person.
If a country has tens of millions of such people, then that country is undoubtedly powerful enough to unify the world.
Even more shocking is that these monsters seem to have no limit to their lifespan.
After all, these believers have existed ever since the goddess of justice left a thousand years ago.
And they have consistently maintained their extreme theories of justice.
This is precisely why the number of believers is so staggering today.
Over the course of thousands of years, they have continuously assimilated and accumulated, yet have rarely suffered any losses.
Even long-lived elves struggle to cross the threshold of a thousand years, so how can these believers live so long?
Could they all be transformed turtles?
Thinking of the elves, Heim Horn couldn't help but glance again at Kokot lying on the cloud.
Looking at the sleeping elf, completely unaware of the lurking danger, he could only sigh helplessly.
Then, Heim Horn's hazy phantom flickered slightly and suddenly raised his voice:
"How long are you planning to sleep?!"
The sound was effective; Kokot suddenly rolled over on the cloud and nimbly sat up.
"A goose? Is it dawn?"
She rubbed her eyes, only to see the sky covered in a deep crimson hue, which left her somewhat confused.
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