"The Lord of the Morning has descended upon Bucharest two battle avatars."
"Two statues?"
"Yes, the two coffin archbishops of Bucharest sacrificed themselves to pray for the arrival of the Lord of the Morning."
"What's the result?"
“The city Bucharest no longer exists.”
"How could it be? That is the great Lord of the Dawn!"
"My power is limited, what can I do?"
...Because of Muria's actions, he won the recognition and favor of many Good God Churches. Coupled with his identity, he learned some top-secret information from major temples.
After the Kingdom of Bavaria was selected as a target by the Parliament of the Undead, the Lord of the Dawn, who had the most faith in the kingdom, did not do nothing. On the contrary, as a god who hated the undead very much, he immediately set his sights on this place.
An area shrouded in gray mist of the undead.
Therefore, when the two coffin archbishops in Bucharest sacrificed themselves together, Lathander, the Lord of the Dawn, responded immediately, regardless of the loss of divine power, and at the same time lowered the two powers at the peak of the legend, at the upper limit of the maximum combat power of the gods in the material world.
The fighting incarnation of.
But the result was very helpless. The epic of the Council of the Dead took action, instantly defeating the battle incarnation of Lathander, Lord of the Dawn, and also wiped out Bucharest, a religious city with a population of nearly five million.
The royal family and legends of the Kingdom of Bavaria who fled there were also wiped out along with the city, thus declaring the complete destruction of the Kingdom of Bavaria, without even a chance of restoration.
And all of this happened on the fourth day of the Undead Scourge. That is, after the ancient dragons sealed Buriant, almost everything happened before and after.
But the news had just reached the Patrick Fortress area, mainly because the space was blocked, so the news was delayed. Of course, after the news came, it was also in a blocked state. Without certain levels and rights, don't even think about it.
This kind of thing.
The main reason is to prevent public panic, and to maintain the majesty of Lathander, Lord of the Dawn.
Otherwise, once this matter comes out, it will not only cause huge commotion among the common people, but also have a huge spiritual impact on the believers of the Lord of the Dawn, thus shaking their faith in the Lord of the Dawn.
Of course, as an ancient god with powerful divine power, Lathander didn't care at all about this level of loss of faith. What he cared about was that he did not repel evil and protect those humans who believed in him. He was defeated by the most hated undead.
Already.
"Why didn't the human epic take action?" After hearing this, Muria asked Kaslana with great confusion - Kaslana was also qualified to know about this matter that undermined the majesty of the god.
"Humanity's epics are basically among the ten major empires. And the ten major empires don't care about the decline and survival of other kingdoms and principalities." Kaslana shook her head, "The Lord of the Dawn is willing to take action regardless of the cost.
To a certain extent, it is influenced by his priesthood and divinity, and of course it is also partly due to his nature."
"Epics are not subject to any influence or restriction, and all decisions can follow one's own heart." Muria whispered.
"Those 'big people' who can influence the rise and fall of mankind are very likely not to know that the Kingdom of Bavaria has been destroyed." Kaslana revealed a hint of sneer, "Because the demise of a kingdom can be ignored in their eyes.
Little things.”
"It's just a small thing for hundreds of millions of humans to become undead?" Muria frowned.
Kaslana glanced at Muria strangely, and seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, she showed a helpless smile, and then explained again: "The population of 100 million is simply not enough for the total number of human beings.
Not worth mentioning.
No matter which of the ten major empires of the human race, the population of their empires, plus the population of alien colonies, is over 10 billion."
"Ten billions..." Muria twitched the corner of his mouth. This had already exceeded the total human population in his previous life.
"So, the higher-ups of the human empire don't care about this kind of thing at all. Human beings themselves don't care about this kind of thing, and we dragons should not care about this kind of thing."
"Well, I understand." Muria nodded, agreeing with her point of view. Human beings don't care if they are strong. He is a non-human being. So...
"Let's chat for a while, Kaslana. Another group of paladins has arrived. I'll give them a ride." Muria stood up, opened the teleportation gate and went to the gate of the fortress to wait.
..."What's going on with you two?" When Muria took the lead and led the paladins through the fortress, a rough and surprised voice came from behind the paladins, "Go back quickly!"
"Huh?" Muria, who heard the voice, turned around and looked at the end of the dazzling paladin team, and immediately saw two very familiar figures.
There was a middle-aged uncle with khaki hair, neat beard, and aristocratic robes, and a coquettish temperament. There was also a straight-faced, expressionless man, with hair burning like a flame, wearing something similar to a windbreaker.
Young man in robe.
"This is that strange father and son..." Muria recognized the two people at the first sight. In the city of Varianti, they left a deep impression on Muria.
The son hit his father, who was a health care professional, with a boulder.
Compared with the holy warriors who were covered with a layer of strong magical aura and could not even see their figures clearly, the father and son, who had not received any magical blessings, were like Chinese pastoral dogs trying to sneak into a pack of wolves.
Extremely conspicuous.
"Why are you coming here?" Muria looked at the two father and son who were arguing with several paladins.
"Hey, it turns out it's my little brother, what a coincidence." When he saw Muria, the uncle wearing a sultry noble uniform stiffened his face, and then greeted Muria with a smile, looking familiar, "I'm with you
My son Leon is preparing to enter the Kingdom of Bavaria."
"Nonsense, this is not an outing." A paladin scolded in a stern voice, "Take your son back quickly."
"Why don't you let us go back?" Leon, a red-haired boy with his arms in his arms, looked at the paladin who scolded him, "We want to enter the Kingdom of Bavaria to save people."
"You're just going to save people like this?" A luminous paladin raised his finger and pointed at the costumes of the two of them.
Wearing no armor, not even leather armor, the gangster uncle only had two dagger-like daggers on his waist, and Leon only had an ordinary-looking sword on his waist.
"Go back. It's enough for you to have this heart. It's enough for us, the paladins, to save people."
"You are the ones who should go back!" The red-haired boy Leon pulled out the sword from his waist and swung it towards the sky...