How long had it been? Hilokin looked at those who had silently waited and kept vigil in the divine kingdom all this time. Though time stood still in the divine kingdom, the loneliness in their hearts had grown with each passing day.
As her followers, they had always hoped to serve her and put their worth to use.
And what about herself? She had inexplicably lost the Outer Abyss War, then inexplicably reincarnated and spent several decades in false comfort.
"I'm sorry..."
Hilokin lowered her head and pleaded:
"I hope everyone will die for me."
The moment she said this, the rabbitfolk followers who had been laughing and playing all fell silent.
"Your Majesty..."
"What does that mean?"
"Are we... going to die?"
"I need power. Without enough power, I won't be able to break through player Pryor's protective barrier."
Hilokin lowered her head. "Achieving that requires immensely powerful divine force, and the power I possess now is simply not enough."
"If I want to breach energy defenses at the councilor level, the only option is to sacrifice my followers—that is, all of you."
"I know this is too much, but if I don't do this, the future revolution cannot move forward. So..."
"Boohoo..." One rabbitfolk immediately began to cry. "Waaah! Why? Why?!"
Once one started crying, more rabbitfolk began to cry as well.
Hilokin felt even more ashamed.
That was right. Every life was a life. If she casually sacrificed other lives, what difference was there between herself and people like Lai Anding?
"I'm sorry. It's because I'm not strong enough—"
"Why?!"
The rabbitfolk wailed:
"Why have you become so humble and submissive, Your Majesty?!"
"I'm sorry—huh?"
Hilokin froze.
She looked ahead. Every rabbitfolk wore an expression of self-reproach and pain.
"What exactly did you go through, Your Majesty