Chapter 67

And even if it were a demon.

They would accept it.

Anyway, they were going to die either way, so why not choose to die with a full stomach and warm clothes?

For a time.

The people who didn't know the truth couldn't help but shout.

"Long live the god!"

"Long live the god!"

"Long live the god!"

Only a few people who had not yet been swept up by the crowd's will felt doubts rising in their hearts.

After all that, who is this god?

Some Aeon?

Actually, let alone them, even the perpetrator himself didn't know.

"Bronya, you better explain to me clearly what is going on! You can fool ordinary people, but you can't fool me! Gods do exist, but they will not glance at us!"

Cocolia said with certainty.

Bronya quickly explained, "Mother, it is like this..."

After listening.

Cocolia's expression softened a lot, but she still reminded, "Bronya, you did well; your persistence has given Belobog a chance to breathe, but have you thought about who should command the two districts, the Overworld and the Underworld, now?"

"This, of course, is..."

Bronya was just about to say that Cocolia should command.

But seeing the reaction of the Underworld residents, she became confused.

Clearly.

For the residents of the Underworld, Cocolia's series of policies were not popular.

At this time, Serval walked over.

"Long time no see, you are still so sharp; is it necessary to be like this to a child? Cocolia."

"Serval, you don't need to worry about my affairs; Bronya is to succeed as Supreme Guardian in the future, and the standards for her cannot and should not be measured by those of an ordinary child!" Cocolia retorted.

"Heh, it's still up in the air whether we can survive this crisis!"

Serval sneered, "We have only temporarily gained a chance to breathe; the threat of the Legion is even greater than the Fragmentum! If Belobog cannot survive, is there any need for Bronya to become some Supreme Guardian?"

As she spoke, Serval seemed to think of something.

Without waiting for Cocolia to answer, she spoke again.

"How about this, you step down now and give the position to Bronya; let her be the Supreme Guardian, how about that?"

"Aunt Serval!"

Before Cocolia could speak, Bronya couldn't help but exclaim.

This was too daring to say, and too daring to think.

How old was she?

Eight years old.

Is there anyone who becomes Supreme Guardian at eight?

It seems there is.

But the outcome wasn't very good.

Mainly because Cocolia was still in office, is it really okay to say that? Why does it feel like a coup?

On the other side.

Cocolia frowned and didn't answer immediately.

Serval struck while the iron was hot, "You know yourself that the people of the Underworld will not listen to your orders; rather than forcing command and laying the groundwork for future conflicts, it is better to listen to me and let Bronya take the position. This way, both sides have a way out. This crisis can also be better overcome."

Cocolia glanced at Bronya and was silent for a while.

It was more like she had something on her mind.

Until a while later, she nodded under Bronya's incredulous gaze, "Although I have many disagreements with your theory, at least on this matter, what you say does make some sense. However, Bronya is still too young and must grow a few more years before she can truly take over; now... she can only be the acting Supreme Guardian!"

"Mother!"

Bronya felt she had misheard.

Can a Supreme Guardian also be acting?

The key is, are you really not going to reconsider her age?

"Bronya, I believe in your ability; besides, Serval is right, there is no one more suitable than you right now."

Seeming to see Bronya's concerns, Cocolia explained.

Bronya wanted to say something else.

But Cocolia had already let the Guards start announcing her decision.

Sure enough.

Upon hearing that the position of Supreme Guardian would be temporarily held by Bronya, who was from the Underworld, the people of the Underworld felt it was a bit absurd, but considering it wasn't Cocolia, it seemed acceptable.

The ones with complaints were actually some of the nobles from the Overworld.

It's just a pity their voices were insignificant.

Whether in normal times or special times, the authority of the Supreme Guardian was absolute.

Even if she gave a command like "let the Silvermane archers move forward thirty meters," which had no military common sense and caused heavy casualties to the Guards, Cocolia could still sit firmly in the position of Supreme Guardian.

It can be seen how insignificant other people's opinions were.

"Mother, what about you?"

Seeing that things were settled, Bronya had no choice but to accept it.

"I have things I must do, for Belobog, and for you."

After speaking.

Cocolia did not stay any longer and took a squad of Guards, leaving the passage between the Overworld and the Underworld.

Clearly.

She had things she felt she must do.

Serval frowned; she always felt something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

And at this time.

Bronya, who had become the acting Supreme Guardian, could only suppress the doubts in her heart and start distributing the supplies.

It must be said that the "pills" taken from the black box contained a vast amount of supplies.

Serval had made a preliminary estimate that these supplies were enough for the entire Belobog to use freely for three months.

And that was for both the Overworld and the Underworld together.

The key was that these supplies were very comprehensive.

Not to mention food, drink, and clothing.

There were even textbooks and books.

It was simply aimed at rebuilding civilization.

But the question arose.

Does the civilization that dropped these supplies still need to rebuild?

The key is that they wouldn't use such low-level things.

At this moment.

Regarding that "god," Serval was somewhat worried.

Even to exaggerate a bit.

The Legion changing its attack target might also be related to it.

And if that were really the case.

Then the "god" behind it was too terrifying.

Northwest of Belobog.

On a mountain range mixed with wind and snow, Lin Qi looked at the mountain contours below from the air, his expression somewhat strange.

"Why does this contour look like some kind of plush toy?"