What was a god?
The answer to that question differed in every person's heart.
The exalted were gods; the powerful were gods.
Those who were worshipped were gods.
But were these truly gods?
The question remained the same.
What was a god?
Outside Matem Holy City.
"Quick, run! Once we reach the holy city, the heavenly god will protect us!"
"Heavenly god! Save us!"
Pleading, weeping, sorrow.
Emotions gathered in one place.
When the caravan Ye Qiyan was traveling with arrived, they saw corpses strewn across the ground, ravaged by magical beasts, and countless monsters that had already surrounded the entire holy city.
Aishala's expression turned very ugly.
How many groups had this been now?
Ever since they had left the city, the magical beasts throughout the desert and the Sand Bandits along their route seemed to have received some kind of order.
Day and night, they frantically attacked travelers in the desert.
Aishala had already seen countless corpses like these.
What truly pained her, however, was that the vast majority of the rebels who had agreed to gather had also been killed by magical beasts and Sand Bandits.
In the end, forget assembling an army of over ten thousand; they might not even have two or three thousand left.
And just as she had expected, when the rebel leaders gathered and reported the numbers of their respective armies, the combined total was-
Fewer than three thousand.
With that number, never mind storming a city; in this world where magic existed, even breaching a somewhat sturdy bunker would be difficult.
"Damn that despicable traitor! He must have discovered our operation! He's afraid! He's terrified!"
Aishala seemed to harbor an extraordinarily intense hatred and obsession toward Matem.
Even when some began to consider backing out, she still refused to change her