Entering the year 1319, there is not much life left in the continent of Ultron.
The weather this winter has been extremely cold.
After the sky was covered by vicious thick black clouds, the sun never showed its brilliance, making winter a truly severe winter.
A full year of natural disasters and endless demonic invasions are quickly draining the last trace of vitality on the main plane. There is no sunshine, no clean air, and the rivers are severely polluted. Except for 36 doomsday arks, there is no one anywhere.
Food production or natural resources are produced normally.
The only things he could rely on were the grain he found from nowhere and the water from those really deep wells.
Old Mike covered his chest with his hands and staggered down the desolate street as if he was suffering from angina.
The luxurious bluestone avenue that once could accommodate four carriages running parallel was lined with piles of snow, fallen leaves and volcanic ash. It is unimaginable that both sides were once filled with vendors from all over the world, and the sound of shouting and selling was endless.
Unfortunately, everything is in the past tense.
Monica City was once a city known as the Pearl of the Orient, but the Pearl has been covered in dust. Half of Monica City has collapsed into the void, and the other half is riddled with holes. Even the most chaotic and crazy city
Demons are afraid of coming to a place where destruction can happen at any time.
They are also afraid that the entire city will be swallowed up in the next moment.
The once majestic city wall has collapsed into a continuous masonry hillside. There is no longer a single intact house in the city. The ground is full of deep ravines that can easily swallow a living person. If you fall into it, you won't even hear an echo.
arrive.
The homeless people huddled in the streets and alleys, their hungry and almost crazy eyes constantly scanning the surroundings. Supplies were severely lacking, and there was no security at all in the city.
Refugees can have the most serious conflicts over a piece of black bread frozen to stone. The body of the deceased with only bones left may be found in the most remote corner of the city, or it may never be found.
"Ga"
Old Mike slowly opened the door of his half-collapsed house. He could have walked directly into the house through the gap in one step, but he chose to open the door.
Perhaps it is due to habit, or perhaps it is that after accepting one way of life, he can no longer accept another simpler and rougher way of life. Just like after he believed in Lathander, the god of dawn, he refused to convert to another.
gods.
"How is the child..."
Old Mike asked softly to the woman huddled in a dark corner of the house. Only the most attentive people could see that there was a baby under one year old in the woman's arms./>
"I'm tired of crying. I fell asleep... the child needs food..." The woman's sunken eyes were full of despair, and she could almost clearly feel the breath of death and decay coming from every pore of the child.
Old Mike wanted to comfort his daughter-in-law with words, but he knew that the smile he would get out would be the same withered smile due to severe lack of nutrition.
"I found a piece of black bread in the ditch that the servants of the noble lord had abandoned some time ago."
A year ago, it would have been something that even dogs wouldn't eat, soaked in dirty waste water, and no one knew what it had been through. But now, the woman's face, as thin as a skeleton, showed an expression of extreme longing.
She had already run out of milk due to an extreme lack of nutrition. But her scarred fingers showed that this great mother chose to use her own blood to breastfeed her child.
Smoke rises.
Old Mike melted the snow in the bonfire he built using scrap wood from his house, then soaked the piece of black bread that was mixed with something unknown, and watched his daughter-in-law greedily gnaw the black stuff cleanly.
"Light, when will you come again..." Old Mike missed the fallen God of Dawn and couldn't help but feel a sense of despair and sadness.
"Still no news or hope?"
His daughter-in-law's question made Old Mike freeze up.
It's not that there is no news or hope... He thought of the beautiful and holy blond woman in his dream.
As soon as he closed his eyes, Old Mike would feel her kind face flashing through his mind, and her voice of healing and hope echoing in his ears.
"I am Misha Kai, the powerful god of light in the world of Dragonlance. I have sworn to join the world of Ultron and become a member of the gods of Ultron. Now I officially succeed the fallen Dawn of the Dawn.
The priesthood of God Lathander. And joined the 'Doomsday Ark' pantheon, under the command of Death Shadow God King Raven*Yunfield. All believers who choose to convert to me can enjoy the same treatment as believers of the Death Shadow pantheon..."
Old Mike has always believed that even if this goddess has the most kind and loving face, her existence is still a blasphemy to the great Lathander.
Why should a foreign god directly join the Ultron god system? Why should he succeed Lathander? A light god joins the shadow god king of death? What a joke!
As people get older, they always become stubborn and unwilling to accept new things.
But the situation at home made Old Mike shaken.
All national organizations have collapsed, and even the most generous church of the good camp has stopped providing relief. It is conceivable that it will be more and more difficult to obtain food in the future. However, the devil's invasion is endless. In August last year, even Tyr, the god of justice,
The believers no longer distribute evacuation instructions at various intersections.
They, mortals with no ability and no way out, were completely abandoned. They were abandoned by their lords and even the gods they believed in.
You can tell which gods have fallen in the battle against demons from the neighboring believers who burst into tears.
There is despairing bad news everywhere, and the only thing that can cheer people up is the record of the Church of Death's Shadow.
Only the envoys of the Shadow of Death still come to various human settlements every week to recruit believers; at first everyone thought that if they were recruited out, they would be turned into zombies or skeletons, but later some people went there and came back to recruit friends.
Everyone's thoughts became enthusiastic.
Old Mike has an instinctive dislike for that evil lawful god king.
But the latest list of gods that can be worshiped in the 'Doomsday Ark' pantheon made Old Mike shaken. There are nearly 20 gods on the list, which already include the three camps of good, neutral and evil. On the list of good gods for humans
The names of three gods, Mishakai, Suni and Lierla, suddenly appeared.
The war took away Mike Sr.'s four sons and one daughter, as well as his wife and two brothers.
Now his last remaining relatives are his eldest son's wife, and his grandson Gadik, the last blood descendant in the family who is less than one year old.
As an old farmer who has been dealing with the land all his life, this is his last and last hope.
The end of the world is cruel and fair to everyone.
Whether it is the princes, nobles or lowly common people, everything will be destroyed when the end comes.
Looking at his dying grandson, old Mike gritted his teeth and made the most painful decision in his life to change his faith.
He prayed in front of the statue of Lathander at home, because Mishakai had said in his dream that this was the quickest way.
The goddess he hoped to convert quickly responded to him. Within a minute, there was a complex holy symbol on the shoulder of his coarse clothes. It was a blue infinity mark under two crossed black daggers (
∞), symbolizing that Old Mike is a follower of Misha Kai under the command of the Shadow King of Death.
According to Mishakai's oracle, old Mike hurried to an open space outside the city with his few possessions and his daughter-in-law holding his grandson.
There were thugs who once tried to attack him, but when they saw the Holy Emblem on Old Mike's shoulder, they were so frightened that they shrank back.
The powerful and vengeful Church of the Shadow of Death never spares anyone who attacks their followers.
Death is not a punishment, it is just the beginning of pain.
Old Mike never thought that his desperate prayers would be answered so easily by the gods. A few months ago, he would have scorned it, or thought it was a trap.
If possible, Old Mike hopes to obtain a few acres of land. Even if all the products are handed over and only enough food is left to feed his daughter-in-law and grandchildren, it doesn't matter.
Outside the city, a considerable number of believers like him gathered.
The messenger of God came, a beautiful human girl petitioner. She comforted everyone in the common language of Ultron with a slightly imperfect accent.
Then, when everyone passed through the portal and saw the warm winter sun in the sky of the floating continent, and the endless golden wheat field grown by unknown magic, all the survivors knelt on the ground and cried loudly.
They cried very sadly, and they also cried very happily.
Whether it was the confusion of the aftermath of the disaster or the hope for a stable life in the future, they couldn't tell, not even a word.
Their voices were completely choked up.
They didn't know that at this moment, two powerful gods were watching them silently.
Raven sighed: "Misha Kai, is this the reason why you are suddenly willing to serve me?"
Misha Kai showed off his proud body without hesitation. This should be a very tempting scene, but Raven had no intention of practicing sword practice.
Damn it, who can continue practicing in this situation!?
Misha Kai took a few steps forward and came to Raven: "I once thought that you were the worst god-king and the most disgusting conqueror. You killed my compatriots with such cruel methods. Then you used
Such despicable methods conquered me mentally."
"..."
"I found that I was wrong." Misha Kai frankly admitted his mistake: "My narrow vision made me think that only we Dragonlance people were suffering. I thought that we had received the most cruel and unfair slave-like treatment. However, the more I understand,
In this world that is about to be destroyed, I realize your greatness more and more."
Raven suddenly felt that his head hurt. Wearing a high hat?
"I have seen the floating continents of other Ultron gods. I have come to the conclusion that for the people in the end of the world, no matter how great kindness and justice are, they are not as important as a piece of bread that fills their stomachs. No matter how much mercy,
It’s not as important as a safe harbor from demons, demons, and natural disasters! I dare say that none of them can do a better job than you!”
Raven was speechless.
Misha Kai gently hugged Raven's waist: "For the Dragonlance people, for more Ultron people to be rescued... Even if I still hate you, I am willing to serve you wholeheartedly."