Dark Shadow Shrine

Stepping into 1319, there is not much vitality on Ultron Continent.

The weather this winter has been extremely cold.

The sky was covered with vicious thick clouds, never to show the sun's rays again, which made winter a real winter.

A whole year of natural disasters and endless demonic attacks are rapidly draining the last trace of vitality from the main plane. There is no sunlight, no clean air, and the rivers are seriously polluted. Except for the 36 Doomsday Arks, no food production or natural resources are produced normally in any place.

The only thing I can rely on is the stored food I found from nowhere, and the water from those really deep wells.

Old Mike covered his chest with his hands, staggering down the desolate street as if he had a heart attack.

Snow, fallen leaves and volcanic ash piled up on both sides of the luxurious bluestone avenue that once accommodated four carriages in parallel. It is unimaginable that the two sides were once full of vendors from all over the place, and the sound of shouting and selling was endless.

Unfortunately, everything is in the past tense.

Monica City was once known as the Pearl of the Orient, but the Pearl has been dusted. Half of the Monica has collapsed into the void, and the remaining half is riddled with holes. Even the most chaotic and crazy demons are taboo to come to this kind of place that can be destroyed at any time.

They are also afraid that the whole city will be swallowed up in the next moment.

The former majestic city wall has collapsed into a continuous brick hillside, and there is no longer a single intact house in the city. The land is full of deep ravines that can easily swallow a large living person, and even the echo cannot be heard after falling into it.

The refugees in the streets and alleys curled up their bodies, their hungry and frantic eyes kept scanning their surroundings. The supplies were seriously lacking, and there was no law and order in the city.

The worst conflicts can erupt among refugees over a piece of black bread frozen into a stone. And the dead body with only bones left may be found in the most remote corners of the city, or it may never be found.

Gah—

Old Mike slowly opened the door of his half-collapsed house. He could have walked directly into the house through the gap in one step, but he chose to open the door.

Maybe it's out of habit. Or maybe it is that after accepting a way of life, I can no longer accept another simpler and rude way of life. Just like after he believed in Losander, the god of dawn, he has always refused to convert to another god.

What happened to the child...

Old Mike asked softly to the woman curled up in the dark corner of the house. Only the most careful people could see that there was a baby under one year old in the woman's arms.

Tired from crying. Fell asleep...the child needs food... The woman's sunken eye sockets were full of despair, and she could almost clearly feel the breath of death and decay coming from every pore of the child.

Old Mike really wanted to comfort his daughter-in-law with words, but he knew that what he would squeeze out would be a smile that was also shriveled due to severe lack of nutrition.

I found a piece of black bread in the ditch that the servants of the noble gentlemen abandoned some time ago.

If it was a year ago. It was something that even dogs wouldn't eat. It had been soaked in dirty waste water, and I didn't know what it had been through. But now, the woman's thin, skeleton-like face showed an expression of extreme desire.

She had already run out of milk due to extreme lack of nutrition, but her scarred fingers showed it. This great mother chose to breastfeed her child with her own blood.

Cooking smoke rose.

Old Mike melted the snow water with a bonfire lit by waste wood from the house, and then soaked the piece of black bread mixed with something, watching his daughter-in-law greedily gnawing off the black thing.

Light, when will you come again... Old Mike missed the fallen God of Dawn, and couldn't help but feel a pang of despair.

Still no news or hope?

The daughter-in-law's inquiry made Old Mike freeze.

It's not that there is no news or hope... He thought of the beautiful and holy blond woman in his dream.

As soon as he closed his eyes, old Mike could feel her kind face flashing in his mind. Her voice of healing and hope echoed in his ears.

I am the powerful god of light in the former Dragonlance world—Mishakai, the 'carrier of light'. I have sworn to join the world of Ultron and become a member of the gods of Ultron. Now I officially take over the priesthood of Losander, the fallen god of dawn, and join the 'Ark of Doom' godline, which belongs to the death shadow king Raven Yunfield. All believers who choose to convert to me can enjoy the same treatment as followers of the death shadow god...

Old Mike always believed that even if this goddess had the most benevolent and benevolent face, her existence was still a blasphemy against the great Lathander.

Why should a foreign god directly join the Ultron God System? Why should he succeed Losander? A god of the light department casts its effect on a dead shadow god king? What a joke!

When people get old, they always start to become stubborn and refuse to accept new things.

But the situation at home made Old Mike shaken.

All national organizations have collapsed. Even the most generous kind camp church has stopped giving relief, and it is conceivable that it will be more difficult to get food in the future. However, the attacks of demons are endless and started last August. Even the believers of Tyr, the god of justice, no longer distribute evacuation guidance at various intersections.

Those mortals with no ability and no way out were completely abandoned. By their lords, and even the gods they believe in.

You can know which gods have fallen in the battle against demons from the sudden howls of believers in the neighborhood.

Desperate bad news is everywhere, and the only thing that can cheer people up is the record of the Church of the Shadow of Death.

Only the envoys of the shadow of death come to various human settlements every week to recruit believers. At first everyone thought they would be turned into zombies or skeletons if they were recruited out, but then there were people who had gone and came back to invite friends, and everyone's minds became enthusiastic.

Old Mike had an instinctive dislike for that evil God King of Law and Law.

However, the latest list of gods that can be believed in the Ark of Doom pantheon made Old Mike shaken. There are nearly 20 gods on the list, including the three camps of goodness, neutrality and evil. Mishakai, Suni, and Lierla suddenly appeared on the list of human kind gods.

The war took old Mike's four sons and one daughter, his wife, and his two brothers.

Now his last remaining relatives are the eldest son's daughter-in-law, and the last blood in the family--the grandson Gadik who is not yet one year old.

As an old farmer who has dealt with the land all his life, this is his last hope.

The end of the world is cruel and fair to everyone.

Whether it is a prince or aristocrat or a lowly commoner, everything will be destroyed when the end comes.

Seeing his dying grandson, Old Mike gritted his teeth and made the most painful decision in his life—to convert.

He prayed in front of the Lathander statue at home, because it was Mishakai who said in the dream that it was the quickest way.

The goddess he hoped to convert quickly responded to him, and within a minute, there was already a complicated holy emblem on the shoulder of his coarse clothes. That is the blue infinity mark (∞) under the two crossed black short swords, which symbolizes that Old Mike is a follower of Mishakai under the command of the Death Shadow God King.

According to Mishakai's oracle, Old Mike hurried to an open space outside the city with his little belongings, dragging his daughter-in-law who was holding his grandson.

There were thugs who tried to attack him, but when they saw the holy emblem on Old Mike's shoulder, they shrank back in fright.

The powerful and vengeful Church of the Shadow of Death never spares anyone who attacks their believers.

Death is not punishment, death is just the beginning of suffering.

Old Mike never thought that his desperate prayer would be answered so easily by the gods. If it had been a few months ago, he would have scoffed at it, or thought it was a trap.

If possible, Old Mike hopes to obtain a few acres of land, even if all the products are handed over and there is only enough food left to feed his daughter-in-law and grandson, that doesn't matter.

Outside the city, a considerable number of believers like him gathered.

The angel came, it was a beautiful human girl petitioner. She comforted everyone with Ultron's common language with a not-so-pure accent.

Then, when everyone passed through the portal and saw the warm winter sun in the sky of the Floating Continent, and the endless golden wheat fields that were planted by some magical technique, all the survivors knelt on the ground and cried loudly at the same time.

They cry sadly, and they cry happy too.

Whether it was the trance of the rest of the life after the catastrophe, or the hope for a stable life in the future, they couldn't say, not even a word.

Their voices were completely choked up.

They didn't know that at this moment, two powerful gods were silently watching them.

Raven sighed: Mishakai, is this why you are suddenly willing to serve me?

Mishakai showed his proud body without hesitation. Obviously this should be a very tempting scene, but Raven has no intention of practicing sword.

Nima, who can practice in this situation! ?

Mishakai boldly took a few steps forward and came to Raven: I used to think that you were the worst God King, the most disgusting conqueror. You killed my compatriots with such cruel methods. Then you conquered me spiritually with such despicable methods.

...

I found out that I was wrong. Mishakai admitted his mistake frankly: My narrow vision makes me think that only we Dragonlance people are suffering. I think we have received the most cruel and unfair slave-level treatment. However, the more I understand this world that is about to be destroyed, the more I discover your greatness.

Lei Wen suddenly felt that his head hurts, wearing a high hat?

I have seen other floating continents of the Ultron god system. I have a conclusion - for the people in the last days, no amount of goodness and justice is as important as a piece of bread to fill their stomachs. No amount of kindness is as important as a safe haven from demons, devils, and natural disasters! I dare say that none of them do better than you!

Raven was speechless.

Mishakai gently hugged Lei Wen's waist: For the Dragon Spear people, for the rescue of more Ultron people... Even if I still hate you, I am willing to serve you wholeheartedly.

Damn, what the hell is this? (to be continued ~^~)