You'll Regret This

The term "Divine Kingdom" carried tremendous weight, whether for devout believers or those filled with ambition.

Anse's thoughts stirred, but on further consideration, what did it matter even if there was a passage to some Divine Kingdom here? It held little significance for him.

If the Divine Kingdom had an owner, no one else could do anything there.

A god possessed absolute control over everything within their Divine Kingdom. With a single thought, they could alter physical laws, spatial structures, and the flow of time; determine the lifespan, form, and abilities of its inhabitants; and create or erase any form of matter or energy.

Even assuming that the god within the Divine Kingdom had met with disaster, it was not something an ordinary Professional could lay their hands on.

After thinking it over, the existence of a Divine Kingdom offered no practical benefit beyond possibly uncovering a little of the mystery behind the gods' disappearance.

My future is bright. Why risk my life?

With that thought, he decisively accelerated, leaving the shouts behind him.

"You'll regret this—"

Sosk let out a despairing shriek. He stopped running and sprawled amid the ruins, looking as though he had resigned himself to surrender. There was none of the bearing he had once possessed as a high-ranking mage.

The followers of Myrkul froze. Surrendering to Undead was simply too absurd. They dealt with Undead often enough that the option had never even crossed their minds.

Anse turned back and saw the scene, slightly surprised.

But soon after, he clearly saw the Death Knight charge to Sosk's side, grab him, toss him onto the horse's back, and then continue hunting down the others.

What the—he could not understand the reason at all.

The Death Knight looked intent on wiping out everyone else, yet he had