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Although the Hero's Party, their relationship with the two major Church has never been particularly good, but they still have to maintain appearances of courtesy.

The Knight stood up, placed his right hand on his left shoulder, and bowed slightly. "So it's Lord Karthus. What brings you here..."

Puff!

He had intended to invite Karthus over for drinks and to warm themselves by the fire, but before he could even finish a sentence, the dark spear in Karthus's hand flew out of his grasp.

The spear flashed like a dragon.

The speed of the spear was far beyond the Knight's ability to react, and a large hole immediately appeared in his chest.

The Holy Church's sturdy standard armor was as fragile as tofu in the face of Karthus's spear. After piercing the Knight's chest, the spear flew straight backward.

With a whoosh, the spear pierced the campfire.

The Battle Qi attached to the gun instantly spread, and the seven Knight around it were instantly torn to pieces, with bits of flesh mixed with blood splattered all over the ground.

Karthus reached out and beckoned, and the spear flew back automatically.

The commotion finally caught the attention of the sleeping Knight. They quickly emerged from their tents, staring at the bloody stains on the ground and Karthus on the other side.

Even an idiot would know what was going on. They surrounded Karthus with weapons in hand, loudly accusing Karthus of attacking them without provocation.

However, Karthus did not answer their questions at all; only a sinister laugh came from beneath his helmet, a hoarse and ferocious sound.

Dark red flames burned on Karthus's armor, making Karthus look like Demon King emerging from the flames.

His eyes were filled with boundless Wrath.

"I will use your blood, your lives, your heads to pay tribute to my best comrades," Karthus said in a somber voice.

These words left the group of Knight completely bewildered.

What is all this nonsense? Your best comrade? Does it mean a member of the Hero's Party is dead?

But what does this have to do with them? Why is it being attributed to them?

How could they possibly have the strength to kill members of the Hero's Party?

The leading Knight tried to explain, but the Wrath Karthus gave them no chance. He raised his spear high and hurled it into the dark night sky.

Once the spear reached its highest point, it completely disregarded the effects of gravity and showed no sign of falling, hovering in the air.

The next second, a dense barrage of black gun beams poured down from the sky like a torrential rain.

Although Karthus has mental issues and occasionally acts erratically, no one can deny his strength.

Once the fight starts, this man will show you what true hell is.

The Knight below looked up in fear, only to see streaks of gunfire tearing through the air with a buzzing sound, like a black Meteor Shower unfolding before their eyes.

That's right, Karthus's move is called Meteor Shower.

While the destructive power of a single spear thrust wasn't exaggerated, it was more than enough to kill these Knights.

The most important aspect of this move is its extremely large coverage area and powerful penetrating force, making it one of the very few martial arts techniques that can rival Transcendent Magic.

Ahh...

They wanted to dodge, but with such a dense Meteor Shower, where could they hide? They could only watch helplessly as gunshots rained down from the sky!

Pfft!

Blood gushed from their skulls and bodies, pooling in the ground to form tiny streams that flowed into the nearby riverbed.

Countless lives were lost amidst screams, but Karthus did not stop. He drew his sword and charged into the crowd, the blade flashing. Those Knight who managed to dodge the spear's edge could not escape Karthus's slaughter.

Frostmourne exudes a hazy chill; its sharp blade easily tears through throats, spurting blood. In a short time, its black armor is stained crimson, leaving the entire body wet and sticky.

He was like a ruthless butcher, constantly reaping one life after another.

At some point, Karthus stopped.

There was no one left for him to kill; mutilated limbs littered the ground, and the entire camp had become a living hell.

The river water was dyed a scarlet color.

Karthus roared to the sky:

Brother, I've finally avenged you!

However, this was not enough. The lives of these Knights were not worth the life of his best brother. After burying his brother, he would prepare even more sacrifices for him.

On the other hand, Qin Chu had no idea that the blame he casually shifted to Augustus would have such an effect.

He is looking through this diary.

This diary was clearly written a thousand years ago by Violet, the saintess of the Storm Temple, who is now the Storm Witch.

Yes, this woman is the former saint.

A thousand years ago, the beliefs on the Skyvault Continent were quite diverse, with various temples standing side by side, but they maintained a fairly good relationship with each other. Antia was once a follower of the Storm Lord, which is why Violet knew Antia.

The more I looked at Qin Chu, the more alarmed I became.

The diary records that the gods do not easily relinquish their authority.

Only when a god falls will he wield his authority upon the earth.

Only a girl with a pure body and a pure soul can sense the consciousness of the gods and inherit their authority.

And these girls became Witch.

Seeing this, Qin Chu wasn't so afraid yet. What truly terrified Qin Chu was the following number.

A thousand years ago, forty-nine Witch appeared on the Skyvault Continent at once.

Forty-nine Witch mean forty-nine gods have fallen.

Are all the gods in heaven dead?

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No wonder the first page of the notebook says that all the gods are dead.

Forty-nine more Witch suddenly appeared, which is quite close.

Although the number of gods on the Skyvault Continent is large, it's not as exaggerated as in Journey to the West, where you could kill a bunch of gods by just throwing a brick. Forty-nine is definitely not a small number.

What happened a thousand years ago that could have led to such a large-scale fall of gods? Was it War of the Gods, a civil war among them?

Unfortunately, although Violet's diary contained a lot of information, she was, after all, just a mortal, a saint, and didn't know much about the affairs of the gods.

Violet inherited the authority of the Storm Lord.

However, besides this authority, there was also the Divine Oracle before the Storm Lord's consciousness completely dissipated.

His authority has been usurped, and shadows will fall upon the world.

Find the successor of XX, follow Him, serve Him, and entrust the power of the storm to Him. He will guide you to find the light in the darkness!

What you carry on your shoulders is... hope!

This is the Divine Oracle recorded by Violet, but a few words have been crossed out.

Then, the War of Faith on the Skyvault Continent suddenly broke out.

The Holy Church issued an order to abolish all Church except the Holy Church itself, and to move all idols into the Holy Church's own territory. All citizens of the entire Skyvault Continent shall worship only one supreme deity, the Holy Goddess of Holy Light.

Undoubtedly, this sudden declaration was met with opposition from other temples. No one took the Holy Church's threat seriously, since although the Holy Church was the most powerful of all the Church, it could not possibly be a match for so many other Church.

But to everyone's surprise, the Holy Church actually started a war.

They formed a powerful Steel Crusaders and launched a brutal invasion of other Church. Temples crumbled under the Steel Crusaders's iron hooves, idols were dismantled, and clergy were burned at the stake as heretics.

The Storm Temple was also destroyed at that time.

In her notebook, Violet clearly recorded the scene from her diary.

"Their bodies were covered in steel, their heavy forms marching in orderly steps."

"The earth is trembling!"

"Their eyes were red, their hands were red, their spears were red, and they were stained with blood."

"I can't believe that the once most outstanding Holy Knights Order of the continent have become like this. They seem to have turned into crazed monsters, destroying everything in their path. Priests are killed by having their chests pierced, nuns are being violated in corners..."

"They have lost their humanity; all that remains are the Desire of beasts."

"I am the Holy Maiden of the Storm Temple, and I have nowhere to retreat. Though the god has fallen, I cannot tolerate His glory being desecrated by thugs."

"I fought to the very last moment. I was so tired. I felt like my body had stiffened, and my fingers couldn't move, until a spear pierced through my body... I was powerless to dodge it."

"It pierced my chest inch by inch, went through my heart, and came out through my back. It hurts so much..."

The words are simple and plain, seemingly devoid of much emotion.

Violet seemed to be recounting everything that had happened in a very simple and calm tone, but Qin Chu could sense a faint trace of despair and pain between the lines.

Qin Chu's heart skipped a beat.

Judging from what's written here, Violet must have died a thousand years ago, right?

So, is Violet now... just a ghost? A spirit?

Qin Chu scratched his head in frustration. Saya was practically a ghost, a pure spiritual being, Antia, needless to say, was also a ghost. Now Violet was a ghost too. Did he have some kind of ability to summon spirits, or something? Did all the ghosts have to flock to him?

However, Violet seemed to be a special ghost. Her presence was very real, and during his brief contact with Violet, Qin Chu did not detect any ghostly characteristics on her at all.

Perhaps it was the authority of the Storm Lord that prevented Violet from dissipating as quickly as other ghosts; her soul awoke much later.

Upon awakening, all that was visible was the dilapidated Storm Temple. The War of Faith had ended, with the Holy Church emerging as the ultimate victor. Apart from the Earth Mother Goddess Church, all other Church had been conquered by the iron hooves of the Holy Knights Order.

In addition to the original Goddess of Holy Light, the statues enshrined in the Holy Church also include seven auxiliary deities of the Goddess of Holy Light, even though they have trampled down the temples of the seven auxiliary deities.

Apart from these deities, other gods are not worthy of having faith in the Skyvault Continent.

After waking up, Violet did not seek revenge. She knew she could do nothing. She was like a bound spirit trapped on the ruins of the Storm Temple, stubbornly wanting to restore the Storm Temple to its original state.

She buried the remains of her companions and placed the bodies of the Holy Knights Order, which the Holy Church had not taken with them, in the desert.

She repaired broken walls, windows, and statues, absorbed the knowledge of the gods, and awaited the arrival of the one from the Divine Oracle.

She believed that He would bring salvation.

It was a life of loneliness, solitude, yet full of hope.

Loneliness and solitude will continue to grow, while hope will only gradually fade away.

Violet didn't know how long she had waited. Days passed, suns and moons rose, spring came and autumn went—a year? Ten years? A hundred years? Hundreds of years?

Loneliness is the most terrible punishment.

Waiting is like a long road with no end in sight.

Finally, Violet's soul could no longer withstand the torment and began to show some abnormalities; the Divine Knowledge had also reached the limit that Violet could bear.

She began to hallucinate, occasionally seeing large numbers of Holy Knight from the Holy Church appear in the temple. She fought with those Knights, destroying the Holy See she had repaired.

After the destruction, he was overwhelmed with grief and knelt on the ground, wailing loudly.

She sensed her consciousness Ruin, yet was powerless to change it. She knelt before the idol, begging for salvation, but then suddenly erupted in rage. The Storm Lord proclaimed that a great being would guide her to find light in the darkness, but where was that being?

The Wrath saint destroyed the statue, but after regaining her senses, she wept as she repaired it.

Time and again, it was like a painful cycle, she couldn't find a way out. The divine will she had inherited had become a torment, and she began to resent the Storm Lord for entrusting her with power.

The handwriting in the notebook was sometimes neat and orderly, and sometimes distorted and wild.

Where is He? Where is He? Where is He? Where is He...?

The last few pages of the notebook were covered in frantic handwriting.

Call...

Qin Chu let out a long sigh of relief. He knew that Violet had actually gone mad.

However, Violet's madness is slightly different from ordinary madness; it's somewhat similar to schizophrenia. Her consciousness is divided into two parts: one part is rational, and the other part is insane and extreme.

The two kinds of consciousness influence and interfere with each other.