The Hippopotamusfolk's Old Homeland

Swish!

The endless, deep purple sea of Thunder collided instantly with those gleaming, dark green wings.

From a distance, it looks as if a purple sky is pressing obliquely onto a dark green area connecting the earth, forming a long energy line that diagonally cuts through the sky and the earth.

Under the protection of dark green wings.

The Hero Knight, who had always upheld justice and perseverance, and relentlessly saved the world and all living beings, stared in astonishment.

He stared at the graceful, winged figure that had suddenly appeared before him, a sense of doubt and contemplation rising within him.

"She saved me?!"

"This is a power capable of rivaling even the strongest among the Mad Gods, Suoertan."

"Could this also be a god who hasn't gone mad?"

immediately.

He even considered a possibility that would surprise him.

Could it be that a god has finally emerged from among us surviving mortals?

"He is still so powerful that he can rival the Greater God among the Old God?"

Thinking about this, his fighting spirit soared even higher, and he was filled with hope for his future.

His Divinity power also surged forth because of his high morale.

That flickering flame, nurtured by such a spirit of striving, also grew strong and robust.

Feeling the surge of Divinity power within him, he regained his fighting spirit, and his entire body's strength rose up with a roar.

He shouted with great emotion.

"Thank you for your help, stranger goddess."

"Knight Luoseda, I am ready to fight alongside you."

However.

The goddess who had shielded him from a fatal blow did not agree to his request to fight alongside her, but instead spoke calmly.

"Luoseda, this battle is not something you can interfere with right now."

"Leave this battlefield, take your people, and leave this place temporarily, after I and he have engaged in battle."

"But, Your Highness, I have also gained Divinity, and the power to kill the Mad God."

Luoseda spoke urgently.

I don't know why.

He discovered.

The goddess's voice before him gave him a strange sense of familiarity.

It seems that long ago, she had read her oracle to him.

"You overestimate yourself, and you overestimate me. I can stop him, but I can't defeat him."

The goddess flapped her wings once more, temporarily forcing back God of Thunder and Lightning Suoertan, who had transformed into a sea of thunder monster.

Then.

She turned around and smiled at the Hero Knight who refused to back down.

"Let's go quickly. We are not yet strong enough to Banishment or kill the Old God. The creatures of the earth still need to gather their strength."

Luoseda stared in astonishment at the goddess's face as she turned around; the familiar wisdom and sublime light instantly transported him back to that Twilight many years ago.

In the glow of the setting sun, he saw the beautiful goddess burning in flames.

He spoke, his voice trembling.

"It is you, Your Highness Goddess of Wisdom Moweidina! You have not died, but have returned to the mortal realm?"

"No, I am already dead."

"I have reached the end of wisdom, but I have also arrived at the beginning of truth."

"I am no longer the Goddess of Wisdom; you may call me the Lady of Truth."

Moweidina offered a brief explanation, only to see the enraged, mad Thunder God once again, enveloped in endless thunderclouds and carrying the power of the laws of Thunder and lightning, hurtling violently towards her.

She spoke quickly.

"It's a bit difficult to explain. I'll tell you in detail after I've forced Suoertan to retreat."

"Now, Luoseda, heed my divine decree: leave this battlefield, and take your people far away from here."

"Also, do not tell your people that I am the former Goddess of Wisdom Moweidina; instead, tell them my current name. As for the reason, I will tell you later."

Hearing the goddess's resolute words, Luoseda dared not refuse and bowed her head in agreement.

"Yes, great Moweidina... Lady of Truth!"

He performed a Knight salute to the dark green goddess, then swiftly left the battlefield and came before his comrades.

"Everyone, come with me! We need to get out of here, out of this battlefield!"

"Quick, quick, don't stop!"

The survivors were shaken and quickly gathered their belongings before leaving.

Young men carried the elderly on their backs, young women held young children in their arms, horses lifted the wounded, and the Transcendent Being watched everything around them with vigilance.

Their retreat was orderly and practiced, as if they had witnessed this scene countless times before.

When Luoseda saw this scene, she no longer felt the joy of being born with Divinity and encountering the resurrected Moweidina; instead, she felt a pang of sadness.

Over the years.

He often went to cover the rear or draw the madman's attention, and didn't stay in the main group much.

It was only then that he realized that everyone had their own struggles and was adapting to this terrible world.

A strong obsession arose in his heart.

"When will those who follow me finally have a home where they can truly settle down?"

His resolve hardened.

"I must become a god, and banish these mad Old God Banishment this once beautiful world!"

Luoseda's party began to quickly head south.

On the road.

A middle-aged Knight with a stubble beard, also walking the path of the Lawkeeper, approached and quietly asked.

"Captain, who was that person who just stopped the mad Thunder God?"

"I saw you talking to her, and you seemed to know her quite well. Is she someone we know, or perhaps, one of us who has successfully ascended to New God?"

"Gawain, none of them."

Luoseda shook her head, about to reveal Moweidina's identity, but then remembered her instructions, hesitated slightly, and spoke.

"However, she is indeed a deity, who calls herself the Lady of Truth."

His tone was leisurely, tinged with a hint of reverence.

"He is probably the only benevolent god in this world who hasn't gone mad."

"Lady of Truth?"

The middle-aged Knight frowned.

He had never heard of this name before.

He wanted to ask more questions, but Luoseda wasn't going to answer him.

"Don't ask any more questions, hurry up and keep an eye on every one of our compatriots, don't let them fall behind."

"Okay, I understand."

Gawain nodded reluctantly and returned to the group.

Luoseda glanced back at the chaotic energy field behind her, the battlefield of gods where the sky and earth, Element and laws clashed constantly, and the dark green figure fighting the sea of thunder monsters in the sky.

Even amidst this apocalyptic world of divine calamity, a faint sense of ease lingered in my heart.

"We survivors have finally seen hope. It is still the hope brought by that fire-bringer."

Three days later.

It was Twilight.

Luoseda's entire force had entered a valley to rest.

This place was once the Half-Orc home of the Hippopotamusfolk tribe, one of the orcs they passed through on their way north.

The Hippopotamusfolk worship God of the North Wind Nuoerwende, one of the five Greater God of the Fetrola Divine Court.

The God of the North Wind once brought countless years of peace and a suitable climate to this valley.

But by this time, the place was in ruins, with narrow rivers, sparse vegetation, and ruins of villages and the skeletons of Hippopotamusfolk everywhere.

In fact, this place is enough for the resilient survivors living under the divine calamity.

At that time, Luoseda and her companions considered settling there.

But the occasional biting North Wind from afar forced them to leave and continue their journey north.

For it is in the ruins of the City of the Giant Bear, not far from here, that the mad God of the North Wind roams.