"Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

Mr. Bede took a small sip, while Piajie finished his drink in one gulp.

Seeing this, Mr. Bede slapped Piajie on the back of his head and said, "You fool, be more conservative with your drinking. Don't you know this is our only bottle of wine?"

Piajie picked up the bottle and poured himself another drink while complaining, "That's why I suggested buying two more bottles."

"Buy two more bottles? Do you know how expensive this wine is?"

"Don't we still have some coupons?"

"What about next week's rent and the boat tickets back home?"

Piajie pointed in the direction of the Gate of Reincarnation and asked, "The great Wall God is right in front of us, and you're worried about next week's rent and boat tickets?"

"The great Wall God is right in front of us, and you actually expect the gods to solve your problems with next week's rent and boat tickets?"

Piajie widened his eyes in surprise and said, "Mr. Bede, I think you have a big problem with your faith."

"No, the one with the problem is you."

"You're not sincere. You're still considering a way out."

"I'm not sincere? Do you know what would happen to us if we didn't have any coupons on us? The room with the male scrolls hanging at the entrance would be our destination."

"I think, based on the aesthetic taste and needs of the female customers here, Mr. Bede, you would be more popular than me."

"Women and men alike, they all like young people."

"Except for those mature and charming individuals."

"You brat, do you even know what you're saying?"

"To be honest, I don't know what we're talking about. The great Wall God is right in front of us, and we're here discussing who would be more popular in the painting studio?"

"Do you know, I've been painting for a long time, but I haven't been able to paint the scene of the Wall God leaving the gate."

"That's because it's a god, and you can't predict the actions of a god."

"I know what I'm doing."

"No, you don't. I'm getting angry now, Mr. Bede!" Piajie stepped forward and grabbed Mr. Bede's collar. "I'm surprised by your current display of weakness. The reason I followed you wasn't to pursue any artistic path, and my faith in the Wall God isn't really about what you all are pursuing. I just wanted to see my Linda again or have someone replace me to see the scenery she wanted to see!

But now, you're telling me that you want to retreat?"

"You will be satisfied." Mr. Bede didn't struggle, but instead reached out and took out a painting. "I didn't lie to you."

Piajie reached out and took the painting, unfolded it, and saw two people painted in it, one was himself and the other was Linda, both surrounded by blood-red color.

"What does this mean?"

"I am a follower of the Wall God, not a Chaser diviner."

"Can I see my Linda?"

"I don't know."

"I'm sure I can see my Linda." Piajie smiled and prepared to drink from the bottle.

"You fool, give it to me!"

Mr. Bede snatched the bottle away, and Piajie turned his head to look at him and asked, "Mr. Bede, I'm curious."

"What are you curious about?"

"I'm curious about what you're really pursuing."

"That question is too broad, I can't answer it."

"Then let's go back to the topic of Linda. Is my Linda still alive?"

"That question, I still can't answer."

"My Linda isn't your subordinate?"

"Subordinate?" Mr. Bede laughed. "Do you think your wife is a pawn that I have manipulated and controlled?"

"Yes."

"Then why are you still willing to follow me? You should hate me, and even want to find an opportunity to kill me."

"Because I know Linda is willing."

"Well, I admit that I have always treated Linda as a pawn before. I made a deal with someone respectable, and Linda was a part of that deal.

But now, I realize that I was wrong. Linda was never my pawn; she is a more loyal follower than I am."

"Are you praising her?"

"Perhaps. I don't know how to describe it. I thought she was pursuing a momentary brilliance like fireworks, but now I see that she is more far-reaching than I imagined.

It's not just about witnessing it with her own eyes, but about her own dedication."

"Why Linda and not you?"

"My faith is not as pure as hers. Linda can let go of her feelings for you and pursue her faith, but I..."

"You can't do it?"

"If I could, I wouldn't have agreed to the deal with that person, and I wouldn't have let my daughter, Karen, enter into a marriage contract. I have painted the future of my family before. I think if the night of blood and fire really happens, I will complete a painting with the theme of the destruction of my own family on that night, completing my own transformation."That was my opportunity, the opportunity I had been waiting for a long time, but... I was hesitant, conflicted, and anxious. So, even though I didn't personally take action to do anything, if I really wanted that painting to come to life, I wouldn't make any additional choices."

"It's very profound."

"I'm very confused."

"Very lonely."

"I'm very melancholic."

Mr. Bede reached out and patted Piajie's shoulder. "I said, if you meet Linda later, what would you say to her? How much I love you, miss you, and think of you?"

"I've said those words in dreams on many nights."

"What do you want to say then?"

"I have a lot of things to say, a lot of things to curse the Wall God."

"You are the servant of the Wall God."

"I am the slave of the devil."

"You are blaspheming the gods."

"Do you think this abnormal creature is a god?"

"Art needs to be processed and beautified, just like how the male figures in my paintings are always well-endowed."

"Mr. Bede, if even gods need to be beautified... then what is our faith? A facade of strength?"

"The Wall God is trying to break through, trying to truly descend into the world. It is not appropriate for you to say these things at this time."

"I have also fantasized about the true appearance of the Wall God, but it is completely different from my fantasies. If I were the Wall God, after awakening, I would stay inside the door or come to the front of the door. I wouldn't choose to come out at all costs and reveal my ugly side. Instead, I would pick up a paintbrush and paint a painting. If there was enough time, I would paint two, three, four... paintings. I would paint blessings for this world, hopes for civilization, and warnings for the gods..."

"Piajie, what you're saying is no different from demanding that artists go hungry."

"Of course, humans need to eat, but do gods need to eat, dress, and live?"

Mr. Bede didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Piajie picked up the bottle of wine, took a sip, and continued, "Both Linda and Mr. Bede have told me the story of the Wall God. The Wall God painted a mural that prophesied the end of the Order God in the previous era. She was a presence that dared to challenge the most powerful Order God at the end of the previous era. But now, what is she?"

Mr. Bede was stunned, forgetting to snatch the bottle of wine from Piajie's hand.

At this moment, the earth began to shake.

The ancient sound of horns resounded from the sky, not loud but very majestic.

"I like this sound of horns. It has a strong rendering power for emotions," Piajie said.

"It not only renders emotions, but it is also the journey horn of the Reincarnation Sect. During the era of the divine war in the previous era, whenever the Reincarnation God went to war, this horn would sound. At that time, the Reincarnation God was the main god in the Light Camp, with even higher qualifications than the Order God."

...

"The sound of the horn is so familiar, it reminds me of the past years," Lord Darl shook the milk wine in his hand. "Do you know, during that era of the divine war, for a period of time, the horn of reincarnation was the beginning of the charge, and the horn of order came later."

"I know."

Karun nodded. He also knew that although the Order God and the Reincarnation God were in the same camp, they had always had conflicts with each other.

"One of the Twelve Knights, Machetini, was inspired by the Reincarnation God's expedition and later perfected the Order's expedition."

"I have mastered the Black Prison Castle created by Machetini."

"Oh, that war weapon, I've seen it, it's very interesting. Kid, open your eyes and take a good look. What's coming next is the true foundation of the Reincarnation Sect. I have always felt that my true self made a mistake. Can you guess what it is?"

"Not creating my own religion."

"Yes, that's right. The church is really important to a god. Think about it, if the Wall God's influence is as strong as the Order God's outside, when the Wall God wants to return, does she still need someone to face the siege? Think about it, the Reincarnation God has not yet returned, and the Reincarnation Sect, relying on its own foundation, can actually resist the return of a god. Sigh, but I can't blame my true self. Creating a religion is not an easy task, and as a god, the price to pay is also great. In the early stages, it may even burden oneself. My true self doesn't have the time or energy for that, and is not willing to stop his own footsteps. In his eyes, there is only the Goddess Mills."

"On the other hand, if it weren't for the Goddess Mills, your true self might not have embarked on the path of becoming a god, and you wouldn't exist."

"That makes sense. Alright, I need to start preparing."

Lord Darl walked towards the body, and Karun saw his soul detach from his current body and merge into a new body.

After a while, Lord Darl, with his new body, walked up to Karun and asked, "How does it feel?"

Looking at the person in front of him with the exact same face as himself, Karun felt a sense of dissonance.

"I think you can change your appearance a bit."Lord Darl reached out and punched Karun in the chest:

"I didn't expect you to be so petty. Well, I won't change it. What? Do you have any objections?"

"No objections. As long as you're happy."

...

The explosion of the bird into the black hole meant that the high-end combat power of the Reincarnation Sect was paralyzed to some extent at this time.

Although the Reincarnation Sect did not only have these many temple elders, those who could be invited to take action were the twelve elders from before. Yes, in this situation, if they wanted the temple elders to take action, they still needed to seek their opinions.

It's like telling them that dinner is sushi. If they don't like it, they won't come downstairs.

If the family forces within the church could still be forced to come forward when threatened in the Reincarnation Valley, then those high-ranking temple elders, because they served the gods up close and had a longer lifespan, became indifferent to the connection with the family, not to mention that some of them didn't have a family to begin with.

The longer they lived, the more they couldn't take life and death lightly, and they became more afraid of death.

Even the twelve temple elders who took action together before used projections to fight, and they didn't choose to personally fight on the front line.

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The current situation was very bad.

The high-end combat power did not fight with full force, and the lower legion, due to various reasons such as coordination and tacit understanding, not only failed to achieve the expected effect, but also suffered heavier casualties due to the lack of restraint from the high-end combat power.

Under the circumstances, Romil had no choice but to order the sounding of the Reincarnation Horn in the name of the contemporary Gatekeeper of Reincarnation.

This was the last trump card that Reincarnation could have. Its role should have been to defend the Reincarnation Valley, the last line of defense in the central area of the Reincarnation Sect.

The Reincarnation Valley was a large island, but the area where the believers lived was relatively small compared to the entire island.

With the sound of the horn, there were sounds of mobilization in the caves, cracks, mists, swamps, and other unknown environments in various regions of the island.

In the south, a team of skeleton soldiers marched in neat formation. Among the skeleton army, there were larger black skeletons, purple skeletons, and three giant skeletons covered in runes.

In the north, a group of lost souls wandered over. They emitted extremely strong resentment, and a group of souls that were almost substantial were commanding them.

In the west, a group of zombies roared and swarmed towards here in a numb manner.

In the east, the phantoms of a group of giant beasts were galloping towards here. Some of the giant beasts still had old iron chains on them.

They joined the battlefield from four directions, and soon, Romil was covered with them.

Moreover, they were either undead creatures or enslaved souls, with high resistance to damage. Even if the gods wanted to kill them, they would need to exert more power.

"Boom!"

A bone dragon smashed onto Romil from above.

Then, two giant skeletons each grabbed one of Romil's arms.

Countless undead creatures swarmed up and began to devour Romil's body desperately. Even though the undead creatures that had eaten the gods would soon be annihilated, they still rushed forward one after another in the sound of the horn.

Golden flames appeared on Romil's body, and the bone dragon and the two giant skeletons instantly began to melt. The dense undead creatures attached to Romil also turned into ashes.

She raised her head and roared, starting to frantically beat the surroundings. Those bugs that were bred began to mutate one by one, turning into human forms and rushing towards the surrounding undead creatures after roaring.

The slaughter continued.

Romil looked calmly at the scene in front of her, occasionally giving orders to continue to deploy new forces.

However, the number of undead creatures coming from all directions seemed endless. The undead creatures summoned by Romil were gradually overwhelmed, and the undead creatures once again rushed towards Romil's body.

"Let's begin," Romil said.

The priests wearing the robes of Reincarnation but with different family emblems floated up. They summoned their contracted souls and used their own burning bodies to supply their contracted souls with the most powerful strength in a short period of time.

In an instant, more giant skeletons and bone dragons appeared, and many extremely powerful undead beings joined the battle.

Romil was gradually suppressed, and her struggle was still fierce, but the number of undead creatures that were annihilated and driven away was not as many as those that rushed forward.

The ants were killing the elephant.

...

"Kreid, in the last war plan, did we include this situation if the war escalated to attacking the Reincarnation Valley?"

"In response to Your Excellency, it was considered. At that time, the plan stated that if the war developed to the Reincarnation Valley, we would use the power of the First Knight Order to reduce the casualties of our contemporary people."

"Well, that's good."

High Priest Norton nodded.Cardinal Kreed continued to ask, "Sir, the consumption in the Valley of Reincarnation was huge this time. Even this card has been played. Although these are far from being comparable to our church's First Knight Regiment, they are the real foundation accumulated by the Church of Reincarnation."

"I know what you want to say, but a weakened Church of Reincarnation is no longer suitable for us to continue to take action against, at least not for now. I don't want to provoke the resistance and fear of other orthodox churches towards our Church of Order, which would eventually lead them to form an alliance.

Besides, I plan to promote a series of measures to support and fund the Church of Reincarnation, such as doubling the number of young people from the Church of Reincarnation who are required to come to our Order for study and exchange as stipulated in the last peace treaty. Now that the Church of Reincarnation has been severely damaged, they certainly can't train their young people well. We can help with that. After all, young people are the future of the church. In terms of treatment, everything will be preferential."

"Yes, sir, I understand."

Norton crossed his hands and asked, "Is it about to end?"

"It should be."

"What a pity, it's not perfect without a high note at the end."

"But that's reality, sir."

"Hehe."

High Priest Norton raised his hand, and the highest whip holder of the Order Whip System, Fuden, handed over a freshly lit cigar.

"Kreed, it was you who told me that the war against the gods cannot be measured by normal thinking, hehe."

A cloud of smoke was exhaled from High Priest Norton's mouth, making his face blurry.

Below, Kreed couldn't help but think of the scene when he went to the office hall to see him earlier, one of him dealing with official duties and the other reading a book.

He also couldn't help but think of a rumor that this high priest, although without a family, might be a successor mentioned in some myth.

Originally, Kreed didn't believe this rumor, but looking at the attitude of the former High Priest Rasma towards the Temple of Order, and then at this one's attitude towards the Temple of Order... Kreed began to waver.

Originally, the high-level members of the church generally believed that he was a temporary successor hastily elected after High Priest Rasma hurriedly left office. Now, many people have realized that perhaps the reason why High Priest Rasma resigned so quickly might also be to make room for him.

...

Rirelsa was already knocked to the ground, her body being frantically gnawed and worn away, even her bones were showing cracks.

Everything seemed to be coming to an end.

But at this moment, Rirelsa's eyes turned red, and Linda's figure appeared on her forehead, arms crossed, head down.

"God, are you crying?"

"God, are you grieving?"

"God, are you angry?"

Linda raised her head,

And shouted:

"Then let them hear your cries, feel your sorrow, and bear your wrath!"

"Hum!"

Nothing seemed to have changed, but in everyone's perception, it seemed as if everything around them had suddenly quieted down.

Romir's eyes widened, and she immediately raised her hand to give an order:

"Everyone... retreat..."

But her voice and movements, in her own and others' perception, became extremely slow.

Rirelsa's red eyes moved out of her sockets,

In an instant,

The entire Valley of Reincarnation was covered in blood!

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