The world has changed!
The once holy and noble Pale God, whose every word and deed controlled endless death, now flees in panic like a stray dog, disappearing thousands of miles away, his whereabouts unknown.
Its pale mythology, and even its divine status, collapsed completely, leaving it in ruins.
The Pale God had been relentlessly attacked for his reputation by the Southern Continent in recent years, and his reputation was now utterly tarnished. With the collapse of his status and his own retreat, the great name he once proclaimed was now shrouded in an indelible shame, which made everyone in the Southern Continent cheer and applaud.
Despite the fact that the Pale God Norton had never done anything that would anger the heavens or the people, and had even brought ten years of good life to the people of the Southern Continent, the people of the Southern Continent, under the deliberate propaganda guidance of the Holy Empire Parliament, now felt as if the Pale God had killed their parents, and they hated him so much that they wanted to drown him.
Just like a miner in a remote town on the border of the Holy Empire who had worked for sixteen hours straight, upon hearing this news when he was finally able to rest, he proudly puffed out his chest, happily took his wages from sixteen hours of hard work, bought half a bottle of beer, and celebrated with his fellow workers.
The coldness and warmth of human nature here are truly astonishing.
However, the escape of the Pale God was only the beginning.
The crackdown was not only aimed at his reputation and physical health, but also at all his potential for advancement.
Following the escape of that Pale God, the very next day, before the ruins of the entire Holy See had been cleared, the Holy Empire Parliament hastily convened a meeting entitled 'Abolishing the Name of God Norton '.
The entire meeting lasted only ten minutes before unanimously agreeing to abolish the God of "Pale God" and officially rename him: Blood Clan Progenitor Norton.
In addition to the disgrace, it also abolished the religious authority of Blood Clan Progenitor Norton, and led the once-abolished and barely surviving Holy Lord Church become New Faith Protestant Church of the Holy Empire.
The old Mass were abolished, as was the system of multi-race coexistence. All Vampire, superhumans, Werewolf were reduced to third-rate races to prevent them from being controlled by Blood Clan Progenitor Norton, and from reclaiming the Holy Empire.
Less than a week after this incident, the Southern Continent and the Northern Continent publicly established a defensive alliance treaty, the contents of which were not much different from the alliance treaties between countries in the past.
However, the impact of the treaty after its signing far exceeded that of the original treaty.
First, Vampire, superhumans, Werewolf —three species classified as third-rate races—were gathered by the military under the pretext of helping to build the Northern Continent. These forcibly assembled third-rate races were then transported to the Northern Continent by ship under the guise of laborers.
Their true purpose was no secret to the upper class of the Southern Continent who knew the truth, but to these lower-class people, they genuinely believed that the Holy Empire was helping them find work. One by one, they boarded the ship with great joy, heading towards that unknown shore with anticipation.
The Pale God who once gave them a truly good life was not valued, but now, betrayed by the Holy Empire Parliament, he still gleefully praises the Holy Empire's benevolence.
This truly embodies the classic saying, "The people can be made to follow a path, but they cannot be made to understand it."
Poor Norton, he was back at his birthplace, a small, desolate town where the entire city had been completely transformed.
Ahhh!!!
The Holy Empire Parliament of the Southern Continent has been ungrateful, Betrayal my past gifts, and now it has even joined forces with the Northern Continent to use that pathetic War Machine to try to imprison me!
Those damned steel creations are actually utterly fearless of the Pressure of my life!
Damn it, damn it, damn it! They're my biggest threat!
O Abraham, in the name of the Blood Clan Progenitor, I command you to immediately conscript soldiers and expand outwards, so that all living beings may be made servants of my Pale God!
The slender, Pale God Norton roared, his body standing before the throne, raging and shouting, his face contorted with madness.
It perfectly captures the overwhelming rage mixed with a hint of fear.
Seemingly overwhelmed by fear of that War Machine, he surprisingly spoke up again, asking Abraham, "Gather all the information about that War Machine! Something so unafraid of my Pressure must be completely destroyed, lest those damned Northern Continent use it to threaten me!"
Abraham, you don't want to fall asleep again, do you?
His words even carried a hint of threat towards Abraham, which was extremely cunning!
Unfortunately, Norton had no idea that the War Machine contained the very soul he so desperately desired until he saw it with his own eyes. That's why he made those boastful remarks and even mocked Abraham that day.
Now that he sees things aren't going well, and this thing is actually useful to him, he'll definitely have to play a few tricks to mislead Abraham, so that he can also become one of the behind-the-scenes manipulators.
Unfortunately, Abraham has now also mastered it.
Abraham, sweating profusely, stood bowing his head beneath Norton's throne, repeatedly agreeing, but inwardly he was extremely puzzled.
Norton's words from the past surfaced in his mind.
Such a formidable steel artifact would not be of great fear even to Abraham, let alone Norton. And His Majesty's immaculate body is so impenetrable that even a breach of its defenses would be difficult to achieve. Why then is he so terrified?
Thinking of this, Abraham took the opportunity of responding to Norton's words to steal a glance at Norton.
I clearly saw a hint of fear hidden in Norton's eyes beneath his furious face.
"Your Majesty's fear doesn't seem feigned, but he has always been a deep thinker and has often put on an act in the past. It's not impossible that he's faking it to deceive me now."
Even I am not overly afraid of that War Machine, so Your Majesty, with your indestructible body, is even less likely to show any fear.
Moreover, the outcome of this attack was completely different from what I had expected. It was as if His Majesty had meticulously orchestrated a personal performance, escaping without even engaging in battle.
I, Abraham, do not believe that the strength and arms that could easily tear apart the iron chains could not tear apart the steel parts of that War Machine!
He seemed to be trying to highlight his fear of that War Machine, and his words to me just now conveyed that same meaning.
His Majesty has always been indifferent and has never had any perverse interests. Every word and action he takes reflects his own desires!
His greatest desire now is to restart his stalled progress.
Therefore, there is only one truth... Your Majesty must have discovered an opportunity for advancement in that War Machine!
Abraham kept his head down, but his mind was churning like a storm.
As he analyzed the situation step by step, it finally dawned on him.
"I see, I see!"
It must be that so-called soul that made His Majesty see the possibility of advancement! He actually harbors a desire for these War Machine, but he knows that his subordinates are all disloyal, so he takes the opposite approach!
Damn it, I need to notify the Northern Continent immediately to halt all War Machine production!
Abraham felt a pang of anxiety, but then another thought popped into his head.
"No, no, no, if Your Majesty advances in rank, then I, Abraham, will surely advance as well."
Regardless of whether Your Majesty advances or not, why can't I use that War Machine, or rather, that soul, to find an opportunity for advancement?
I, Abraham, am skilled at backstabbing; I have always sought to betray Your Majesty. Why can't I betray Duoxia, or the Garden of Eden on the Northern Continent, today?
Backstabbing His Majesty is not guaranteed to succeed, and one will still have to fear His Majesty's resurgence or even his execution.
However, backstabbing Duoxia and Garden of Eden has a high probability of success, and may even lead to advancement.
Both are under Your Majesty's oppression, so I, Abraham, will naturally choose the one that is most advantageous!
Abraham's eyes lit up, and he felt a surge of joy.
"Yes, Your Majesty! This old servant will certainly do his utmost to carry out Your Majesty's will and bring the entire Northern Continent under Your Majesty's control!"
Abraham roared in anger to demonstrate his false loyalty.
Now the ruler and his minister are at odds. One knows that his minister will betray him, and the other knows that His Majesty may abandon him at any time. The two are now putting on an act, which makes them appear ruthless and cunning.
Norton from Biyang deserves another elbow strike.
Abraham had reached a point where he deserved a beating.
Elizabeth, however, who has been exceptionally incompetent from the beginning until now, remains unchanged in her incompetence.
As the Pale God Norton fled to his remote border Sak City, he transformed from his former kind and holy self into a Vampire, baring his fangs and truly revealing the brutal and horrific nature of his past.
He once again forced labor to build a completely new Pale Divine Court, calling himself the Pale God, the Forbidden God!
In Sak City, all Vampire were enslaved, responsible for farming day and night, clearing land, building structures, and storing war supplies.
All the witches, those with supernatural abilities, and even Werewolf were forcibly conscripted, arranged into troops, and began to expand outwards under Abraham's control.
A small number of those who did not undergo complete mutation were forced to soak in Norton's bathwater for rapid mutation and development in order to become qualified superhuman soldiers.
All the former administrators, minor leaders, and even family patriarchs and famous merchants of Sak City were stripped of their status and wealth, and all were contributed to Norton's Pale Holy See.
In the entire Sak City, only two social classes remained.
One is the Pale God Norton, the other is a slave.
Although the controls are strict and the system is abnormal now, the living environment is still a little better than before.
At least under the Pressure of that Pale God Norton, everyone was equal, food was distributed, and the lower classes, who were previously starving and cold, were now able to eat their fill and stay warm.
For them, life is much better now than before.
After all, everything under the Pale God's control is based on standards. The amount of work each person does each day is predetermined. If you finish early, you can rest early, and if you do a good job, you get a food reward.
Isn't this far superior to the capitalist-controlled society of the Southern Continent?
But for those who once held high positions, or even just minor leaders, life now is nothing short of Hell.
The arduous daily work, the forced labor of not being allowed to eat until the work was finished, and the violent punishment of being whipped for doing less—these were the kinds of lives that only the poor could enjoy in the past, and now they were being subjected to them, which crushed all their beliefs.
Who can tolerate this life of poverty? Who can tolerate this system that is tantamount to slavery?
The memory of their past life of luxury, extravagant living, and unrestrained power and leisure is now the greatest torment for them!
If they had never experienced Heaven, they might have been able to tolerate Hell, but having experienced Heaven, they simply cannot tolerate the life of the underprivileged today!
Thus, under the planning of these already shrewd upper-class individuals, another familiar series of demonstrations and small strikes began to take place in Norton, Sak City.
The main reason for choosing this model is that in the past, the Pale God was also affected by demonstrations and protests, and had no choice but to relinquish power.
Such a demonstration, driven by public opinion, can succeed once, and it can succeed a second time!
This Pale God could only compromise when faced with protests last time, so he will most likely compromise again this time!