Chapter 892

However, to everyone's surprise, there were no enemies at all. It seemed no one perceived the birth of the godhead. No one came for a long time, which made the Monarch, who had prepared traps and ambushes, very disappointed: "Why didn't anyone come?"

"Very strange," Ang also responded with rare confusion. A newborn godhead is sweet and delicious yet weak, and it actually couldn't attract anyone? Too strange, as strange as money being dropped and no one picking it up.

Even the Goddess of Redemption, sensing the birth of the godhead, didn't hesitate to run half a sea away, wanting to pick it up.

A newborn godhead is fatal to the temptation of gods, because it represents a large amount of faith energy, and even a faith network. If it can be taken as one's own, not only can divine power greatly increase, but one can even gain a bunch of believers out of thin air.

But why didn't anyone come to pick it up?

Perhaps it's not that no one came to pick it up, but that the guys who wanted to pick it up were too busy to take care of themselves. Thousands of kilometers away, in a hidden temple, thousands of elite soldiers surrounded the temple.

Inside the temple's defensive barrier, the clergy were fighting bravely, engaging in a life-and-death struggle with the soldiers. These clergy were very fast, regardless of their running speed or attack speed.

Every step taken had the agitation of divine power, rushing toward the enemy with afterimages, and then being knocked flying back by the enemy.

Speed alone is useless, one must be tough enough. Many of the soldiers on the opposite side were tough enough, with heavy armor, heavy helmets, and heavy shields, advancing slowly like iron cans, constantly compressing the clergy's movement space.

The mages in the rear kept locking on with their eyes, and whenever they caught an opportunity, they would strike with lightning, scorching the clergy.

Just like this, layer by layer compression, slowly advancing, they soon surrounded the god and the clergy in the temple.

Inside the temple, a majestic voice sounded: "My Gale Temple has no grievances with your Royal Mage Group, why attack us!?"

A mage flew up and said loudly: "You god-sticks don't engage in production, don't farm or labor, don't treat illnesses or save people, don't research inventions, and don't pay taxes. You spread false remarks to deceive ordinary people and collect their offerings for a living, just like parasites. You have no benefit to the whole world, so please go die!"

The majestic voice was silent for a long time, but the battle did not stop. Instead, because the movement space was compressed, it appeared even more tragic.

After more than half of the clergy died, the majestic voice sounded: "Faith is born from the heart, originating from pious belief. I can fall, but can you eliminate the belief in everyone's heart?"

The mage sneered: "What kind of faith teaches people not to study, not to work hard, not to delve into things, and that they can gain power, wealth, youth, and beauty just by kowtowing in the temple? Letting thousands of believers work hard to support you people, what good is it for the world? Wasting manpower and material resources, so, please go die!"

"I am born from belief. What people in the world think about is exactly this: not having to study or work hard, and being able to gain everything just by kowtowing in the temple is their dream. I can't change it either," the majestic voice said with slight helplessness.

"God of Gale?" the mage asked tentatively, and then laughed: "You can't change it, but we can. Kill all the gods, and then hang your corpses at the temple gate, let those idiots see what kind of things they believe in. That way they won't think so beautifully anymore, so, please go die!"

Three consecutive "please," only it changed from "you all" to "you."

Following the mage's words, the fighting soldiers immediately changed their tactics, taking out small hand hammers and smashing them at the clergy's legs, knocking down one after another. But compared to being electrocuted into charcoal, a broken leg at least could save their lives, which was a disguised form of mercy.

The God of Gale sighed: "Stop, don't have any more meaningless casualties, I'll let them put down their weapons."

Following the God of Gale's words, the divine power agitating on the clergy quickly disappeared, and the God of Gale withdrew the projection of power.

The clergy showed expressions of despair, and some even knelt on the ground in grief, crying bitterly. The god they believed in had given up. Although this was to preserve their lives, compared to the collapse of faith, it would be better to die together.

Losing divine power, these clergy were even less of a match for those elite soldiers, and were beaten down, tied up, and dragged away.

The mage nodded approvingly: "You're not bad, very sensible. Is there anything else you want to explain?"

"No, I just want to ask, we useless gods, you ask us to go die, what about those useful gods?" the God of Gale asked.

"Useful gods? What gods are useful?" the mage asked puzzled.

"You said it yourself, gods who can treat illnesses and save people, spread knowledge, and farm and labor, aren't those useful gods?" the God of Gale said.

"Pfft—there can be such gods? If he can treat illnesses and save people, spread knowledge, and personally farm and labor, is he still a god? He is my father!" the mage sneered.

The God of Gale also laughed: "Yes, once you personally labor, what kind of god are you? If there were such a god, your royal family would definitely enshrine him. In the end, it's just a struggle between royal power and divine power. Still talking about useful or useless, you are very hypocritical."

The mage shrugged, not denying it. Although under the empire's restrictions, these religions couldn't develop and grow, they still influenced the people's productivity to some extent, and there were a bunch of god-sticks who didn't engage in production.

The only role of these god-sticks was to stabilize people's hearts. With spiritual sustenance, people wouldn't easily cause trouble, and the empire could tolerate their existence.

But with the arrival of the Light Merchant Alliance, the empire finally realized that if they couldn't mobilize all their forces, they might be able to drive the Light Merchant Alliance away this time, but next time it might not be certain.

After some discussion, the empire decided to clear out all religions and bring these forces not controlled by the empire back under the empire's control, historically known as the Twilight of the Gods.

Based on the simple wish of dying together, the God of Gale said: "In the Burning Wind Forest, three to five thousand kilometers to the west, there is a newly born god. Will you clear it out too?"

The mage shook his head and sneered: "You just said I was hypocritical. This is a struggle between divine power and royal power. A newborn god won't threaten royal power, why would I clear it out? However, I already know about the new god you mentioned. It's enshrined by the Merchant Alliance and has already been registered."

"Reg... registered?" The God of Gale was shocked by this word.

"Yes, registered. In the future, newborn gods must be registered. If it can study hard and be a god useful to the empire, it will be protected by the empire's laws," the mage said as a matter of course.

"Good... good guy, so this is your ambition, holding the interpretation of divine power in your hands. Unfortunately, you underestimate the power of gods," the God of Gale finished, and the entire temple suddenly erupted with strong divine might. A huge energy column burst out and shot toward the sky.

All the soldiers suddenly stood straight, collectively looking up at the mage with firm eyes. A phantom slowly emerged on the mage, and then waved a hand toward the front of the energy column.

An energy jet was thrown from the phantom's hand, crossing the distance between them, and blasted the front of the energy column in mid-air. The godhead was blown into pieces, flying in all directions like fireworks, pulling out dazzling tails.

The phantom disappeared. Looking at this magnificent scene of divine fall, the mage laughed: "Is it possible that your understanding of gods is too superficial?"

Completely unaware that the Feilie Empire had launched the Twilight of the Gods extermination action, Silver Coin was still thinking about how to grow bigger and stronger, create brilliance again, develop the Merchant Alliance well, and provide more divine power to my lord.

At this moment, he was muttering to the soul fire: "Discount information is really a genius idea. Why didn't I think of it before? My lord, I don't have a body, and it's inconvenient to act. Can you help me get a body?"