Two months... three months... half a year.
War raged across the myriad realms, and countless resource-rich planets were devastatingly mined and transformed into all sorts of weapons, which were then transported to various planes.
The soul crystals and military equipment that filled several planes disappeared rapidly at a visible rate, and many reserves had even run out.
This includes the most energy-intensive "one-time trigger-type space containment device".
It was used up two months ago.
This has led to an exponential increase in casualties across all sectors over the past two months, with more than 100 million soldiers falling every second.
At this moment, in a luxurious mansion in the central city of a certain plane.
"Your Grace, the young master's appointment has been arranged."
A messenger bowed respectfully.
"Oh? Is it for logistics and supplies, or for command?"
At the head of the table, a dignified old man lowered his eyes and asked in a low voice.
"this..."
The envoy hesitated.
"Could it be the Magic Legion? Speak quickly." The old man raised his head and frowned slightly.
"Neither, it's the Vanguard Knights." The envoy gritted his teeth and said, his voice trembling slightly.
"The Vanguard Knights!" The old man's face darkened immediately.
Since the casualties at Zhenyuan Pass surged two months ago, all experts above the Bronze level on the continent have been forcibly conscripted into training camps before being sent to the front lines.
The Vanguard Knights, due to their need to venture out of the city to engage in direct combat with the abyss monsters, had the highest mortality rate among all unit types, reaching an astonishing 98.7%.
"Yes, Your Grace. This is an order from the Church of Holy Light. Because the young master has no experience in auxiliary professions and no successful command cases, he has been assigned to the Vanguard Knights."
The messenger hurriedly explained, "However, the church priests have said that after the war is won, the great Holy Lord will resurrect the fallen heroes."
"Of course I know that."
The Duke frowned deeply.
Although he could be resurrected, given his status, he naturally knew that the abyssal monsters had many ways to render the resurrection spell ineffective.
Moreover, even without these problems, with so many lives lost in battle, who knows when it will be his son's turn?
Damn it, I've donated so much money and made so many contributions to the Holy Light Church, asking for no special treatment, yet they sent my only child to the front lines.
For some reason, a sense of dissatisfaction arose in the Duke's heart, and he grew increasingly irritable.
He is also a fervent believer in the Church of Holy Light.
But upon closer reflection, aside from providing some powerful divine arts cultivation methods and advancement paths, offering some free medical services, and more advanced and convenient magical items, the other party didn't bring any other benefits.
As an imperial duke, he already enjoyed various privileges, but the arrival of the Holy Light Church actually diminished those privileges.
Yes, I have shed blood for the Empire, I have rendered service to the Holy Light Church, so why can't my son enjoy privileges?
I heard that Prince Hark's children have joined the security command.
Damn it, does he have some kind of shady dealings with the higher-ups of the Holy Light Church? Otherwise, why is he targeting me specifically?
Yes, that must be it.
The Church of Holy Light is also corrupt. Since they cannot protect us, why should we believe in them and obey their commands?
The Duke's face grew increasingly grim.
A gust of wind blew in from somewhere, and the magic lamp at the top began to sway.
The beam of light moved back and forth on him, half of him bathed in light and half of him shrouded in shadow.
Meanwhile, in places unseen by him, the god-making sequence subsystem loaded into his mind was spinning wildly.
"The host has been affected by an unknown force, causing fluctuations in faith; currently at the 'Respectful' level..."
"The host's belief system has been fluctuating; currently it is friendly..."
"Ding! This host's faith has fallen below the warning line, classifying them as a fallen individual. A processing request is being sent to the main system..."
"Father!"
Just then, a valiant young man burst into the room, excitedly exclaiming, "Father, I've been chosen to become a glorious vanguard knight!"
"Blake, what brings you here?"
The duke, who had been in a strange state, suddenly awoke. Looking at his agitated son, he said in a somber tone, "My child, do you also feel this outcome is unfair? Don't worry, I will..."
"Wait, Father!"
Blake interrupted in surprise, “Unfair? Why is it unfair! You’ve always taught me to fight for the Empire, to fight for the people. Now, thanks to the Holy Light, I finally have the opportunity to go to the front lines and fight against the abyss of evil. You should be happy for me… Oh, I see!”
As he spoke, Blake suddenly realized something and lowered his head, saying, "You think my past performance doesn't deserve this spot, right? Don't worry, under the baptism of the Holy Light over the years, I have long since reformed and will never let you down!"
Listening to the other party's passionate and impassioned speech.
The Duke broke out in a cold sweat.
Damn it, what was wrong with me just now! I actually questioned the Holy Light, questioned the great Holy Lord!
Oh my god, am I a selfish person?
The Duke's unpredictable expression gradually calmed down, and the sinister look in his eyes faded.
A slight smile appeared on his face as he slowly nodded and said, "That's exactly what I mean, Blake. Don't embarrass me."
...
Above the Duke's mansion, in an unseen cloud.
"Huh, he actually recovered at the last moment. He's quite a determined person."
A white-robed missionary exclaimed in admiration.
"Hmph, he almost fell into depravity. Such a person with wavering faith should be arrested and sentenced along with heretics."
Another bald ascetic snorted and reluctantly put away the Holy Light Chains.
"My lord, you are too harsh. It is not an easy thing to recover under the guidance of the subconscious mind of nothingness."
The missionary shook his head, noticing the displeasure on the other's face, and then added with a light laugh, "This is the Empress's will."
"Is this the Empress Dowager's intention?"
The ascetic paused slightly, forcing a smile onto his serious face, and nodded in praise: "The Holy Empress truly lives up to her reputation as the person closest to the Holy Light, filled with compassion, love, and kindness. I wonder if the Holy Empress has any other decrees? Once this matter is settled, I will call upon all my colleagues to study and research them repeatedly."
“That’s easy, but for now we need to deal with the problem of the nihilistic thought, as quite a few people have been affected.”
The preacher sighed.
While the power of the Void Thought is not as great as that of the Abyss Supreme, its special ability can subtly influence and alter the consciousness and perception of others. Only Blind Believers or Undead are immune to it.
Back in Dragon Cliff, even Jiang Yan, a demigod, was affected, let alone ordinary people who aren't even gods.
In one simulation, the influence of the concept of nothingness caused chaos in the rear.
Therefore, Jiang Yan specifically handed over the control of the main system of the God-Making Sequence to Li Miaolin, so that she could stay behind and solve a series of similar problems.
"Does the Queen have any special instructions regarding the Fallen Ones?" the ascetic asked cautiously.
"No, just follow the laws of Holy Spirit City."
"That's good."
A cold glint appeared in the ascetic's eyes: "Leave them all to our Holy Light Tribunal."
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