Chapter 1201 - 668: We Should Have Done Something Then, But Now It’s Too Late

Chapter 1201: Chapter 668: We Should Have Done Something Then, But Now It’s Too Late

Silver Moon Calendar 2023, New Year.

The 1100th year since the burning and trial of the Twilight Saintess, Vivian, when the central conflict of the three major churches, intentionally silenced by Alice, finally erupted.

Having cleared all the Gods within their respective spheres of influence, the fanatic believers of these Three Great Gods finally turned their gaze upon each other.

They suddenly realized they were standing at the crossroads of history.

Just one step forward, and their names would go down in history.

If they could eliminate the remaining two alien gods, the deities they worshiped would become the Dawn Continent’s first and only god in history.

By then, the entire continent would worship only our Lord.

For followers of monotheism, this held an astonishing allure.

Over a thousand years ago, the Gods experienced a recovery after the fall of Twilight.

To avoid a repeat of when Twilight Bishop Claude exploited their conflicts to break through one by one, the Gods signed a pact to ensure mutual assistance.

However, the desire for divinity is engraved deep within the souls of the Gods.

As the Lady of Daylight waged war against the Master of the Fierce Sun, the tacit agreement among the Gods was likewise shattered.

And so, several more centuries passed.

The devouring of divinity had reached the final and most crucial step.

Only three Gods remained.

Who would emerge victorious in the end?

Madness.

All the fanatics were mad.

Under Alice’s call, they were determined to fight to the death for their God.

The warriors of the War God Church, howling, ascended the walls of Roland Empire.

The nobles of the Empire were wiped out completely.

In the most dangerous moments, Alice even saw smoke rising from next door to the Thunder Church.

"Should we make a move now, Alice?" Catherine looked at the battle outside, "After all, it’s our assets that are burning."

"Wait a little longer, just a little longer." Alice sat on the Pope’s throne, crossing her legs and looking at the intelligence in her hand, "My Queen, you’ve been preparing for so long, are you really short of that bit of time?"

"Let’s wait until these fanatics of the War God kill a few more nobles."

Catherine glanced at the statue of the Master of Thunder behind Alice: "Will the Master of Thunder really not notice this?"

"Rest assured, the messages He receives will say that nothing has happened."

Under Alice’s deliberate guidance, these fanatics of the War God swept through the entire wealthy district.

The people of Roland City and even the entire Roland Empire saw nothing but war! War! War! in their newspapers every morning.

The prices in the Empire began to skyrocket.

The money that could buy a sack of rice in the morning could only buy a bottle of water by the evening.

Everyone began to grow tired of the Gods’ games.

The crucial part was that this war had nothing to do with them; they wouldn’t benefit from it, yet they fully bore its cost.

What the newspapers and magazines said was true.

We are nothing but food for the Gods, tools of the Gods.

When we are of no use, the Gods throw us to the side.

When they need us, the Gods warmly refer to us as their children.

There should not be any Gods in this world.

Gradually, more and more residents began moving towards the areas controlled by the Dawn Legion.

Catherine, reflecting on all the reports she had received, complained, "I must be insane. To gamble the entire Empire, helping you deceive the Celestial God like this."

Alice chuckled, "Your ancestors would be proud of you, at least you safeguarded their legacy, didn’t you? Grand Duke of Roland."

Catherine looked deeply at Alice.

As the Queen of Roland Empire, she should be an unemotional political machine.

But that was not the case.

Although objectively, she did indeed profit from it.

She witnessed Alice’s terrifying Dawn Legion and the endless stream of Otherworldly Warriors emerging from the rift, upon Alice’s invitation.

Catherine did not for a moment doubt that Alice could easily clear all obstacles in the world, even without her help.

Yet sincerely speaking, she didn’t mind lending a hand to Alice.

As she was pondering this, Alice spoke again, "The time is about right, Phil and the rest should be back soon, let’s leave the battlefield to them."

Phil is the leader of the remaining fanatics in the Thunder Church.

Earlier, Alice had sent them to the frontlines against the Daylight Church to engage in friendly interactions with the fanatics of Daylight.

Now, both sides were nearly depleted.

Alice intended to bury them all in this battle.

In doing so, her grand play would be rid of the last of the trash.

Hmm, as for the Daylight Church, let Sister Baris handle it herself.

Alice thought to herself.

Just then, the call of the Master of Thunder resonated in her ears.

"I sense a surge of powerful beings along the coast of Roland Empire," the Master of Thunder said gravely, "My church is diminishing, My Pope."

Alice clasped her hands, displaying a "devout" expression: "Oh, my Lord, perhaps such things are happening, but we should focus on the war with the War God."

"Those coastal jesters, won’t they be easily dealt with under your supreme authority once we defeat Daylight and the War God?"

The Master of Thunder felt something was amiss.

Yet these words came from His loyal Pope.

So there was no problem.