in the name of the queen.

When the 1,175 soul boxes were neatly placed in front of Roland, his pupils suddenly shrank, and his fingertips that touched the soul boxes trembled involuntarily.

This is what humans are.

They are weak, but precisely because they are weak, they are exceptionally strong.

Humanity’s strength never comes from a certain person, but from inheritance.

Isn’t this a kind of inheritance?

Led by Reinhard, all the extraordinary people in the Pruden Kingdom, except for a few with strong strength and outstanding potential, were sacrificed.

Looking at the long list, Roland was in awe.

Is this the Iron-Blooded Pruden?

Since there is no chance to reach the summit, I will burn up my last bit of energy and become the brightest meteor in the night sky.

They are like the iron-blooded nations of Alemanni and Odin in history, who would rather die than surrender.

Reinhardt's feat shocked not only Roland, but also many extraordinary people from other countries. Even members of the Doomsday Afterglow organization who heard the news followed suit.

People are always going to die, and they are tired of low-level enjoyment. Now that they have the opportunity to face the enemy who deprives the entire plane of the chance to survive, they finally find the meaning of life.

Brilliant bloom.

The night of Darkness is illuminated by holy light.

The atmosphere has been set to its peak, and saying even one more word would be a waste of time.

Roland gave the order for a general attack without hesitation.

Take no prisoners, spare no cities, and destroy everything in sight.

The temporary commander-in-chief of the God's Punishment Legion's advance force, Rock Aidar, was stunned by this scene.

He is not afraid of death.

The Divine Punishment Legion under his command also contains many brave and fearless warriors.

But not being afraid of death and voluntarily seeking death are two different things.

Even if a person is not afraid of death, it is difficult for him to voluntarily give up his life, or even use his own life to pave the way forward.

After all, the desire for survival is the first of the three natural desires, even above appetite and sexual desire.

There is no one who doesn't want to live.

But tonight he saw it.

He could clearly feel the anger and murderous intent.

He didn't understand what these blasphemers were thinking and why they had such firm beliefs.

Of course he didn't understand. After all, he had been instilled with the thought imprint of absolute loyalty since he was born in the elemental pool, and blasphemy was a felony that he could not imagine.

He could never understand the energy that erupts when vindicated humanity finds itself with no way out.

A berserker charges.

"For the Honor of Pruden"

He had not yet finished his words and had only made half of his charge when a sharp rock pierced his body while he was running on the road, killing him instantly.

The heavy armor was as brittle as a piece of paper in front of the pure rock attribute spikes.

The rock spikes are much stronger than steel and are virtually indestructible.

But any power has a price, and the disadvantage of Rock Spikes is that it activates quickly but recovers slowly.

The spikes slowly sank, and the caster tried to retract them, but was unable to do so.

The second Berserker launched a charge, his target was not the God's Punishment Legion, but the precious Rock Spikes.

He held the rock thorn tightly to prevent it from returning to the earth.

Blood splattered, and the Berserker's hands were bloody as the rock spike's tremendous force of recovery made him show no fear at all. He even laughed heartily and opened his arms like a giant bear to hug the rock spike tightly.

The Rock Spike spellcaster became anxious and stuck his head out to see what was going on.

This one glance is a lifetime.

The sharp arrow pierced his head, and only until he died did he hear the whistling sound left behind by the arrow.

The elves' archery skills are the best in the world, and their reputation is well-deserved.

The rock spike that was most capable of delaying the impact fell to the side of the road, and along with it fell the berserker who was leaving with a smile.

"Hansen, the warrior from the Black Forest State, have a safe journey."

Roland took a deep breath and murmured the Berserker's name.

Above his head, several crystal balls overlooked the battlefield, recording the last glorious moments of every sacrifice.

This is what he has to do.

Hansen's strength is not outstanding, and it is very difficult for him to break through the fifth level. Unless a miracle happens, he will definitely fall on the day of the return of the Sanctuary and become a stepping stone for the promotion of some strong man.

If he appeared before Roland on the Day of Return, he would most likely be killed without a sound, dying silently like a puddle of mud.

"The trajectory of his destiny has disappeared."

Alina, who was standing next to Roland and watching the fight, widened her eyes in surprise and her voice trembled slightly.

This incredible phenomenon shocked her greatly.

"This is not surprising. He sacrificed his life and only kept the mark of his soul, which was equivalent to giving up everything. How can one guess the trajectory of fate for someone who is desperate?"

Alina shook her head and sighed, "No, you don't understand fate. In the long river of fate, most people don't even have a trajectory, they are just part of the trajectory of fate's favorites."

"Just like those who died on your way to rise, their mission in the long river of destiny is to become part of your grand story."

Roland nodded. There is an old saying in his hometown that goes "One general's success is the result of the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers", which is what Alina meant.

Alina is right.

Although the river of destiny is broad, it can only carry the brightest stars.

Countless dust particles make up the material plane, and many planes make up galaxies.

But does anyone remember where this dust comes from?

Hansen's position in the long river of fate was originally such a speck of dust, but now he is not.

Although he couldn't change anything, he at least changed his own destiny.

He was like a small stone thrown into the vast river of fate like the sea of ​​stars, causing a few ripples.

No one would notice a ripple in the ocean.

But what if everyone could create a ripple?
A pile of sand makes a tower, a little bit of it makes a mountain. Can the sea bear the anger of countless people?

Roland was not sure whether the sea could bear it, but the advance troops of the God's Punishment Legion obviously could not hold on.

As Duke Reinhardt rushed into the city hall, the Divine Punishment Legion's defense line was broken.

Aidar and others had to set out early.

The confrontation between two armies is like a game of cards. Whoever is forced to use his trump card first will basically lose the game.

The core of the God's Punishment Legion is composed of the descendants of the Legion composed of various pure elements.

Due to the lack of elemental energy, the leader of the God's Punishment Legion had to settle for the next best thing and try every possible way to expand the army.

The first is the creation of polluted offspring from less-than-pure elemental energies.

The combat effectiveness of these elemental creatures is slightly inferior to that of pure elements, and they are in the middle of the contempt chain within the God's Punishment Legion.

The pure descendants were relatively kind to them, but they could not hide their contempt.

The largest army in the God's Punishment Legion is composed of believers.

Some of these people were inspired by their firm belief in the Goddess and joined the Divine Punishment Legion, while others were descendants of former believers.

There is a huge difference between followers of active faith and descendants of believers who passively accept faith.

Faced with the human coalition's desperate charge, the descendants of the Legion, the secondary descendants and the pure believers were shocked, but they showed no mercy when they attacked, and some even struck harder.

But the descendants of those old believers are different.

They were born in Lisenburg and were taught to believe in and be loyal to the goddess.

In order to ensure their loyalty, the education they receive since childhood is brainwashing education, and only the goddess believers are the redeemed who have firm faith.

Blasphemers are weak-willed and can never compare to believers.

Of course some of them raised questions, but they were dealt with.

The wailing from the stake could shut up the onlookers, but it could not stop the doubts in their hearts. Looking at the allied soldiers smiling as they died, the descendants of the believers were shaken.

These people are their compatriots.

The elementals of the God's Punishment Legion have no flesh and blood, and no soul. They are treated cruelly and ruthlessly. They live in fear every day, afraid of saying or doing something wrong and offending the Elemental Master.

They never imagined that their fellow human beings could show such strength and determination.

I don't know who took the lead, but some people retreated cautiously and made way for the position.

Duke Reinhardt, who was at the forefront, immediately changed his battle strategy upon seeing this.

His hearty voice echoed over the city, "My fellow deceived compatriots, if you don't dare to resist, at least don't help the false gods and swing the butcher knife against your compatriots!"

"Theia plane is the home of the Theians, and these damn stone people are invaders!"

The home of the Theians?
These words made the soul of the person who heard them tremble violently.

No one had ever claimed to be a Theian before.

You are a human, I am an elf, and he is an earth spirit. The distinction is very clear.

But thinking back, although these races have their own characteristics, they are all flesh and blood, with souls, and their own joys and sorrows.

If we use the Theians to summarize it, it would not be wrong.

Facing the fiery and resolute gaze of the gray-haired old duke, the young descendant of the believers lowered his head.

They cleared the way, laid down their weapons, and moved away from the battlefield.

Just as they were about to leave, rocks flew and flames rose behind them.

The betrayal of the believers made the elemental beings of the God's Punishment Legion furious, and they wanted to clear the way for the enemy.

However, their brutal killings only accelerated the betrayal of the descendants of believers, and even some fanatics who took the initiative to go to the island in pursuit of progress were shaken.

It is difficult for them to stand on the side of the elementals and swing their swords at their compatriots.

Is this also part of the Goddess' will?
Just as they were hesitating, Christine arrived on the battlefield and delivered the final blow.

"God loves the world. God is merciful and bright. How could He support believers killing each other?"

The soft voice echoed throughout the city.

As Roland summoned a huge column of holy light, Christine spread her wings of light and slowly descended from the column, looking down at all living beings with a smile on her face.

Some people didn't care that this was a battlefield and knelt down on the spot in excitement.

They have seen this scene before.

The dome painting in the Divine Punishment Temple in Lisenberg records the glorious deeds of the Goddess of Light when she was still on earth.

One of the scenes shows the goddess of light descending on the battlefield, using her glorious divine power to dispel hostility and stop the killing.

Christine at this moment is exactly the same as the goddess of light when she was still on earth.

Seeing Christine coming, Aidar's solid rock head was about to explode.

He is different from ordinary elementals. He comes from the divine realm and is the core of the legion chosen by the goddess herself.

He knew the goddess and had seen Tia mediate a fight.

He also knows the difference between propaganda and reality.

In fact, Tia never used light to stop the war. She used her fists to persuade people.

The dome painting is beautified.

The prototype outcome of that war was not good, and Tia was even reprimanded by the Overlord for it.

But Christine was different. By chance, she really relied on the holy light strengthened by Roland to conquer both sides of the war.

Humans only.

Christine is not a saint, her kindness is only applicable to her fellow countrymen.

Facing the brutal and stubborn elementals, she was resolute in her attitude.

Kill.

As more and more servants turned against them, the God's Punishment Legion retreated step by step after paying a heavy price, and was eventually surrounded in the Dark Night Square in the inner city.

They fought, prayed, and met their final fate.

The seriously injured Aidar activated the Holy Light Field, and the dazzling holy light column was in no way inferior to the light column summoned by Roland.

"Everyone, we are not dead, we are just returning to the embrace of light."

"Return to the embrace of light?"

Roland and Christine looked at each other, and the corners of their lips rose at the same time.

Light is just a kind of power, without any additional attributes such as good or evil, and it does not belong to Tia.

Even if you are the Lord of Light, you cannot dominate all light.

The sun burned fiercely in the form of a nuclear explosion, giving light to Theia.

These people can't even burn themselves, how can they enjoy the light?
Roland took Christine's hand and strode towards the other party's holy light column.

Their actions made Alina and the others nervous.

You've already won, why take the risk, is it worth it?
Of course it's worth it.

Roland wanted to record this scene and use ironclad facts to announce to the world that light was not in the hands of the gods.

As long as they are willing to burn, everyone can be the source of light.

This light does not belong to you, take it!
Roland and Christine opened their unclasped hands, and holy light poured down like water.

Their control over light far exceeds that of the elementals.

The holy light that originally protected the God's Punishment Legion quickly shifted toward Roland and Christine.

The thick column of holy light tilted.

It descended from the sky, shining obliquely towards Roland.

There was no longer any light above the heads of Adar and other elementals.

Without light, darkness quickly engulfed the Dark Night Square. Only Roland and the human camp had light above their heads. The elemental camp fell into deathly silence.

Am I really abandoned?
This was Adar's last consciousness.

When the holy light shone on him again, he was horrified to find that the rock skin that was originally nourished by the light was being corroded by the rich light.

His tough skin began to crack.

"No, that's impossible!"

Nothing is impossible, you don't understand light at all.

Roland showed no mercy and exerted more force.

The holy light dissolved Adar, who was no longer able to fight.

The huge body of General Rock fell down with a loud bang, and his originally rock-hard skin was corroded and riddled with holes.

The other elementals were even worse off, some were even vaporized on the spot by the scorching light.

The crystal ball faithfully recorded this scene.

This scene will be widely circulated and become the best promotional film for Christine.

As for the God's Punishment Legion?

They are just invaders pretending to be the goddess.

If they were really messengers sent by the goddess to cleanse the sins of the world, why were they abandoned by the light?

Roland could imagine the attitude of the God's Punishment Legion and human believers when they saw this scene.

The offensive and defensive situation is about to change.

As long as everyone firmly believes that Christine is the spokesperson for light and all other so-called goddess spokespersons are fake, this war of faith will be won.

Even if Tia herself came, it would be fake.

How can she prove her identity?
At least she couldn't crush them instantly with Xinyang's advantage.

This dispute will eventually end with the purest use of force.

Roland raised his head slowly.

But this time, he was not looking up, but looking down at the sky. (End of this chapter)