The refugees had known, from the moment they crawled out of the ruins, that they would die.
Yet they could not bear to shatter the last illusion in their hearts.
God...
would surely bless them.
They would surely survive.
The pain in their bodies, the excessive blood loss, the raging cold wind—none of it mattered.
At this moment.
These Anti-Entropy agents tactfully refrained from saying anything.
Indeed, faith was important.
Without faith, these refugees would likely have been unable to hold on any longer and would have abandoned all thought of survival.
The fact that they could still grit their teeth and stubbornly endure
was largely because of the strength this belief gave them.
Though they did not agree with such thinking, prayer seemed to be the only thing that could give the refugees any better encouragement right now.
After all, this was still Schicksal.
A nation where nearly everyone believed in that illusory creator, the Creator God.
"The Lord grants us life, the Lord grants us souls..."
Meanwhile.
Huangyue Kingdom.
Otto stood amid the ruins of Taiji Hall, gazing up at the sky.
Several areas overhead had already turned into pitch-black voids.
It was as though someone had taken bites out of the heavens.
Even the dark clouds had vanished.
Behind him, the old eunuch hurried over.
"Your Majesty, the unrest in Huangyue City has been suppressed."
"Mm..."
For some reason, Otto suddenly said, "Make preparations. We may have to leave."
"Ah?"
The old eunuch was somewhat confused.
But Otto had no intention of explaining.
After all, he did not quite understand what the line in the ancestral decrees meant: "Should great calamity descend, activate the formation, break through the ocean, and head for the true universe."
Elsewhere.
Pirate Federation.
In the capital, the people had stopped resisting the