Chapter 141 The Non-Existent Worldline The King turned his head, his expression ferocious like a beast. ...
Overlapping timelines allow us to trace the cause and effect.
Eleanor seemed to understand something.
The communication with the gods was only momentary. Cupid raised his finger and drew a line in the void. The line opened up with cracks, and countless phantom images appeared one by one before his eyes.
Andra was devastated by the loss of Eleanor, just as any lover who has lost their wife would be.
But she was different from them; she was the queen of kings, Anya supported by a wise queen, and Andra who had never tasted defeat.
She carried her beloved wife's body to the priests and begged them to wake her.
How could such a thing possibly be possible?
The priests repeatedly refused, but they brought him medicine and even used secret rituals in an attempt to restore the king to normal.
Andra's reason cleared a little, so she set the temple ablaze.
The cavalrymen below the mountain were thrown into panic; they were the king's most loyal knights and the lambs of the gods.
They dared not disobey the king's command, nor defy the gods. So they all rode away, leaving Andra alone to set fire to the temple of the god of love and even the entire mountain.
"Gods, look here! Give me back my wife!"
She shouted as she burned.
When the forest and the beasts burned to ashes, Andra went to the statue again and roared at the intact statue.
It's no use, it's no use.
She smashed the idol to pieces, but no miracle occurred.
Even at this point, Lilia, the goddess of love, did not fly into a rage—she acknowledged the king's "love," even if that love was extremely distorted.
If things end here, Lilia is willing to forgive the king's offense.
She personally appeared in Andra's dream to the madwoman, magnanimously advising her to stop and accept the bitter fruit of her own making.
Andra couldn't understand.
What do you mean I caused my lover's unhappiness?
She didn't believe it either.
We're a match made in heaven, how could we allow you, this monster, to try and break us up?
She descended into a deeper madness, a calm and restrained madness.
Andra returned to her kingdom, refusing to acknowledge Eleanor's death.
Even though everyone knew she had brought back a corpse, she insisted that her wife was merely asleep.
She built a summer palace by the snow-capped mountains and had Eleanor sleep on a bed of ice filled with cold air.
Wang had fresh flowers changed every day, and even occasionally invited a doctor to take care of him.
This horrific act infuriated the princesses and noblewomen.
"Your Majesty, please allow your mother to be laid to rest."
Eleanor, who had raised her since childhood, rushed into the palace, looking at her mother sleeping with a corpse with both hatred and heartache.
A sharp sword pierced her heart a few seconds later.
To avoid frightening his kind wife, Andra deliberately dragged his daughter next door and killed her.
Her tyrannical behavior aroused great panic in the court, but this panic soon spread from the palace to all parts of the world.
Andra wants war. She has already conquered Norlana, but there are many islands surrounding this continent, and beyond those islands are many unknown countries.
Moreover, her Angel is very "sick," and many of the newly conquered areas are restless and completely out of control!
So what should we do?
It's very simple, just type it again.
At first, everyone was numb; everyone knew what kind of person Andra was.
Alas, the so-called sage king's success was 10% due to his military prowess, and 90% due to his wise and virtuous queen who nurtured the prosperity of the era with compassion and wisdom.
But soon everyone lost their initial composure.
It turns out that the wars in the past were relatively restrained.
Andra isn't stupid; when she expands outward from Hetuya, she always pays attention to the order of things to prevent being surrounded and attacked by others.
Eleanor would slam on the brakes from time to time to prevent the king and his army from running amok like huskies.
Soldiers fighting on the front lines can at least receive adequate support from the rear.
While conquered territories will bring many changes and require obedience to some strange orders, they will also provide a valuable opportunity for recuperation and development under Eleanor's policies that encourage production.
Ha, everyone—things are different now!
Andra floored the gas pedal, ready to say whatever she wanted to her luck!
Whether it was the people's uprising army, the noble resistance army, or the royal army that sought to overthrow the country, they all made their dazzling appearances in the battles that followed.
We can fight, we can fight!
Countless teams sprang up like mushrooms after rain, and Andra was happy to see it happen and had no intention of suppressing it at all.
She did not change the organizational structure left by Eleanor, and even deliberately kept the capable people favored by the wives in their rightful positions, patching things up in various fields.
She left professional matters to professionals and only did the three things she was best at: fighting, fighting, and more fighting!
His Majesty the Holy King initially appeared somewhat innocent.
She was merely carrying out a routine suppression of the resistance, and incidentally sent a few ships to sweep through the surrounding islands teeming with pirates. This was no different from a few years ago.
But when she said she didn't care, she really didn't care about anything.
After losing Eleanor, Andra no longer controlled any nobles. Her power no longer favored the weak, nor did it protect those who were of humble origins but held high positions.
The country is corrupt, and public resentment is boiling.
The people were subjected to endless exploitation, and they could no longer survive. They had to rise up in rebellion.
At the same time, the vested interests also hurriedly took up arms to protect the wealth they had painstakingly acquired.
There are wars everywhere, so what about Andra?
Oh, she's very enthusiastic about fighting.
She never intervenes when the conflict is merely a quarrel or a wail, but once the two sides begin to confront each other, she will clearly take one side and completely annihilate the other.
She left no survivors.
Andra's explanation was: My land cannot support so many people.
That makes sense, but didn't she kill too many people?
Fresh blood, more and more fresh blood was gushing out.
The tears of the people could not drown their enemies, but the blood in their veins surged in the river of blood, making this ancient, seemingly endless river even more turbulent.
Most people couldn't understand where this war came from, and the few who were clear-headed only knew that it was because the queen had died, the king was incompetent, and the original team couldn't control such a large territory.
A nation on the verge of collapse happens to encounter an invincible king.
The Hetuyas and the others who had already submitted clung desperately to Andra as their lifeline, enslaving her to obtain the material resources they needed for survival, based on their numerous victories.
Meanwhile, those outside are fighting back with all their might, shedding their last drop of blood for the ideal of a peaceful and tranquil life.
An unease... an unusually strong unease permeated the entire continent.
The people believed that Andra was also uneasy about the killing, because the king had spent a lot of time and effort building a tall altar in Enlin.
She often performed sacrifices, shouting loudly towards the sky.
Only God knows what she is screaming about; she wants the gods to return everything.
This tragic cry burned everything in the world, and the surging river of blood stirred the void.
The scratches turned into gold dust and dissipated.
Lilia silently turned her body and looked over with her blurry eyes.
Eleanor emerged from the overlapping phantoms, tears streaming down her face, and asked, "Did Andra do all this? She...?"
Lilia blinked and gently shook her head.
"It's a future that can be foreseen but will never happen. Because everything in the illusion is based on the premise that the mother will not wake up, and you will not be able to go back."
Eleanor breathed a sigh of relief.
That's great, but that's impossible.
She vaguely considered a possibility: that Andra had set her sights on the gods after her death, because only the gods could bring the dead back to life.
To provoke the gods, Andra first set fire to Mount Aphrodite. After receiving a revelation from Aphrodite confirming the gods' existence, he set his sights on the River of Blood.
She was determined to disturb Gaia, the mother of all things.
How could mere humans possibly disturb the high and mighty gods? Gods seem to be omnipresent and all-seeing, but by what right do they respond to the wild fantasies of an ant or a bacterium?
Andra drew inspiration from mythology and legends.
Since everyone returns to the River of Blood after death, becoming part of it, if a large number of people die in a short period of time, would the gods standing by the River of Blood be willing to return even a single drop of water to the turbulent river?
Andra didn't know, but she had nothing left to lose.
Eleanor shuddered.
What a crazy idea!
“She’s really gone mad…” Eleanor murmured to herself.
If Andra had any sense at all, he would surely have thought: How could a person anger the gods?
Even if mythology describes gods as great beings who are "lovers," the Great Mother Goddess Gaia has countless ways to seal a person's soul in darkness forever, so that she will never see her lover's face again for all eternity.
Lilia smiled slightly: "There's no need to worry. Mother is different from you—and from all of us."
He can foresee the thoughts of all things in dreams, so naturally he can cut off any overly unusual future. And... Onoah really dotes on that little guy.
Eleanor took a deep breath and nodded gently.
The final result proved the power of the Mother Goddess.
Perhaps to the gods, the fact that humanity can reincarnate normally isn't a big problem. The current situation might just be a minor episode arising from the unresolved timeline.
Cupid chuckled approvingly, "Go, end the karma of that year in your current form."
He used his fish tail to scoop up the water, causing the surging waves to turn from blood red to transparent as they flowed by.
The entire space shattered into pieces, leaving only sweet echoes in my mind.
["You two are really persistent! There are plenty of fish in the sea!"]
These words sounded reproachful, yet they were filled with joyful delight, like a heartfelt blessing.
A warm breeze blew, and Eleanor opened her eyes in the grass.
The sunlight was so dazzling and so familiar, and there were also some... fluttering red ribbons.
"Don't leave me, don't..."
The piercing sound shattered the eardrums; even if you could understand it, it was like fingernails scratching a blackboard—unbearably harsh.
Eleanor frowned, and the wailing from not far away suddenly stopped.
"Eleanor? Eleanor!"
Hearing his own hoarse name, the person in the bushes was startled, and only after a moment did he realize that it wasn't someone calling him.
She quietly raised her head from the bushes and saw a figure not far away frantically groping on the ground, parting clumps of grass, seemingly searching for some precious treasure.
She understood after a moment's thought.
This timeline has been ruled to be erased by the gods, and from her perspective, the anchor point for the existence of these timelines is "Eleanor" herself.
Now that she has returned here, the original corpse will naturally disappear.
Eleanor looked down and saw the chainmail leg armor and the exquisitely crafted gauntlets on her hands.
Her silver-white armor gleamed, and the longsword in her hand was not the one she used to carry around, but a newly crafted sword made by the most famous craftsman in the country.
What more is there to say? The will of the gods is already quite clear.
Eleanor gave a wry smile and leaped out of the bushes!
......
Andra knelt on the grass, feeling his way inch by inch, unwilling to miss any detail.
Her lover had just fainted, how could he suddenly disappear? There must be some conspiracy!
The sound of the armor plates rubbing together was a sharp, cracking sound.
Crackling sounds echoed as the heavy armor moved.
Oh, it's an assassin!
Andra almost breathed a sigh of relief: finally—she had finally found the thieves; they had stolen Eleanor. If she could defeat them, she could—she could rescue her beloved, just like before!
Wang turned his head, his face contorted with rage like a beast.
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