Chapter 301: Beginning the Harvest

Blood moon fragments hung high in the sky, and every so often, one would break away and plummet towards the earth.

As time passed, the blood moon gradually disappeared, replaced by the occasional flashes of a blazing sun, colorful clouds, and a dark moon…

Those were symbols of the Outer Gods.

The Outer Gods’ divine power was encroaching upon this world, but as long as the barrier remained, it would be difficult for the Outer Evil Gods to truly enter.

A streak of light pierced through the dark clouds, trailing wisps of smoke as it arced across the sky and landed on a certain mountaintop.

A figure was already waiting on the mountaintop and asked upon seeing it,

“How did it go?”

“Connie has no intention of cooperating with the Holy Sanctuary. He seems to be a devout believer, adhering to the knight’s code.” The Holy Sanctuary Envoy, Congreve, said, his tone laced with doubt:

“The rest is as the rumors say. He clearly took the Desecration Potion, yet he retained his sanity. Furthermore, he used the power of the Pale Wing to reach the third order, possessing strength that surpasses that of ordinary third-order powerhouses.”

“Like the others in his base, he firmly believes this is because he has received the Moon Goddess’s blessing!”

“Congreve.” The Creator’s Upper Follower, Abton, gently shook his head:

“There is doubt in your heart.”

“Yes.” Congreve snapped back to attention, his expression becoming serious:

“The Moon Goddess has already fallen. There is no mistake about that. The world’s will is waiting for a new master.”

“Indeed.” Abton smiled faintly:

“The Outer Gods want to obtain the source of your world, which is why they keep sending their followers here. Apart from surrendering or leaving this world, you have no other choice.”

“Connie is an exception, but his power is too weak for the gods and cannot change anything.”

“Yes.” Congreve nodded:

“So, what do we do now?”

“He was able to kill the Second Elder and an Upper Follower. Unless a demigod takes action, it will be difficult to capture him with absolute certainty.” Abton’s face showed contemplation:

“Your bishop is unwilling to leave the Holy Sanctuary, and our God’s Child is currently fighting against the Outer Gods’ followers…”

“Lure him to the Third Elder!”

“Alright.” Congreve responded, turning and launching himself back into the sky, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Not long after.

His figure appeared in a mountain hollow, complex patterns forming beneath his feet as he knelt down, reciting an invocation:

“Avatar of the moon, ruler of the world, father of all things…”

“A loyal believer calls upon you…”

His voice was low and his expression solemn as he attempted to contact a certain deity.

“Congreve.”

A booming, majestic voice echoed from the void, reverberating in his heart, causing Congreve’s expression to become even more devout.

“Speak, what did you gain from this trip?”

“I report to you, Father God.” Congreve bowed his head and replied:

“Connie is suspected to possess the Pale Wing bloodline, which is why he is unaffected by the Desecration Potion and has greatly increased his strength.”

“The Creator’s followers highly value the base that Connie occupies, as it seems to facilitate their mining of Source Essence.”

“Furthermore…”

“I have already told Connie about the Third Elder possessing the Pale Wing’s wings, as you instructed, and he is preparing to go there.”

“Of course, he has a request as well.”

“Oh!” The voice sounded:

“What is his request?”

“He… he wants to know how a Forbidden Knight can become a god?” Congreve hesitated for a moment before saying:

“Connie believes that the Holy Sanctuary possesses a method to achieve godhood.”

Compared to his explanation to the Creator’s followers, his current description was much more detailed, recounting everything in detail.

Only when he mentioned the method of achieving godhood did he pause slightly.

Others were not aware.

But Congreve knew very well that Forbidden Knights had the opportunity to become gods, and the bishop was an example.

Although he was only a pseudo-god.

But,

he was still a god!

“Haha…” The voice laughed heartily, filled with delight:

“I never thought that there would be someone on this world who shares my path, but it is not easy to achieve. I do indeed possess a method for achieving godhood, but it is incomplete. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have fallen to this state. Is that why third-order knights are called Forbidden Knights, because this method is forbidden wherever the gods are present?”

“If he can resolve the matter with the Third Elder and help me kill this traitor, then I might as well make a deal with him.”

“Yes.” Congreve replied.

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After years of modification, the base was not impregnable, but it was much stronger than before.

There were more than twenty second-order Desecrated Beasts, nearly three hundred first-order Desecrated Beasts, plus several dozen knights…

Furthermore, Karl had set up many magic traps and barriers within the base. Even if he was not present, they could kill a third-order powerhouse.

Moreover, with the Gate of Flames, he could arrive at any time to take charge.

Even if a demigod came,

they would be peeled of a layer of skin!

“The Third Elder?”

Karl smiled faintly:

“The Pale Wing’s wings must be acquired, but that is not my goal this time.”

“Harvesting Source Essence…”

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“is the true purpose!”

His voice rose.

“Josie!”

“Present.” Josie, who had been meditating in the darkness, appeared in a flash, bowing her head:

“Prepare the flying carriage, and call four second-order Desecrated Beasts and Hume to accompany me on a trip.”

“……Yes.” Josie subconsciously raised her head, a trace of surprise flashing in her eyes, before nodding in agreement.

Soon after.

A carriage flew out of the base, soaring into the sky and heading towards the base occupied by the Third Elder.

At the same time.

Karl transformed into a phantom, flying into the distance.

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Duke Ferdinand’s territory.

Ever since Ferdinand was killed by Karl and Mevia, this place had become a battlefield for the followers of the gods.

The Outer Gods were using this place to expend each other’s power, preparing for the upcoming battle for this world.

A team of a dozen people carefully walked through the ruins of the city, constantly looking left and right.

“Brother.”

A young girl in the team spoke softly:

“How much further do we have to go to leave this place?”

“Soon.” The man in front replied:

“After passing through two more cities, we will leave the duke’s territory. Then, we can go to Her Highness Mevia’s Death City.”

“Her Highness Mevia is long gone, replaced by the followers of the Outer Evil Gods.” Someone whispered:

“The followers of the Evil Gods cannot tolerate knights.”

“That’s not necessarily true. If you convert to the Evil Gods, you can still survive.”

“Bah!”

“If it weren’t for this chaotic world where only those who practice the knight’s breathing technique can survive, do you think I would want to cultivate?”

“I just want to live a peaceful life!”

“Do you think you can live peacefully under the rule of the Evil Gods? When danger comes, you won’t even have a chance to resist.”

“That would be better than this…”

The group began to argue, their voices gradually becoming louder.

“Shh!”

“Be careful!”

A middle-aged man suddenly stopped, drawing the broadsword from his back, his expression grave as he looked ahead.

Without knowing when, the city ruins had been engulfed in a thick fog, and heavy footsteps were slowly approaching the group.

“Thump!”

“Thump!”

“……”

The earth trembled.

Along with a pungent stench, a massive, terrifying figure slowly emerged from the fog.

“A Cyclops!”

What came into view was a Cyclops that was seven or eight meters tall.

The Cyclops was carrying a large, spiked club, its surface covered in bloodstains and flesh. The animal hide it wore looked like it had not been washed in a long time, mixed with its pungent body odor and blood, forming a natural toxic gas.

A dense aura of killing intent surged forth, causing the group’s expressions to change drastically as they subconsciously retreated.

Since a dozen years ago, all sorts of terrifying monsters had begun to appear in this area, including flesh-eating frogs and packs of wolf demons…

Among them, the Cyclops was undoubtedly one of the most terrifying!

“Ah!”

Someone screamed, ignoring the others and turning to flee, their escape causing chaos in the group.

“Don’t panic!”

“If we work together, we still have a chance!”

“……”

“Damn it!”