Self-discipline is king in horse riding and slashing

"Dolibedun, what's going on? God...why did he leave again?"

The extreme shock brought by the Lord of Eternal Light made the "atheists" in the palace hall completely understand what God is and what a God who transcends the world is in an instant.

However, before they could feel it for even a second, the human-shaped light and shadow that made them worship it and accept everything unconditionally disappeared.

"Are we not ready? Is God angry?"

The king, who came back to his senses first, looked around at the dark and unprepared environment and asked in panic.

I didn’t know it before, but now I feel him, my heart is filled with panic of not taking advantage of the opportunity, and fear of being punished by the “supernatural spirit”.

"Your Majesty, I...I don't know either. How about we try again with a grand ceremony?"

Tianjixing does not worship gods, but has not abandoned the concept of ancestor worship. The theological consultant's suggestion was quickly adopted, and the dark hall was illuminated again.

The Kingdom of Mosar is a strong country, and it has many "strong men" from all walks of life in various fantasy professions.

Under the coordination of the king, the ceremony for the Lord of Eternal Light was completed in less than three days. Compared with the preparation time in the past which often took "months", this was quite fast.

However, things did not go as planned...

The residents of the royal city shouted in unison, the great knights, great wizards, great warriors... hunted the monsters regardless of the cost, and the "heirlooms" that the nobles lent voluntarily did not ask for any blessing from God.

Oruminas heard it, but being a proud man who didn't want to go anyway, he pretended not to hear it.

“Are we not pious enough?”

When the king said this, the Kingdom of Mosar had upgraded the specifications of the ceremony for the third time, and the residents calling on the Lord of Eternal Light also spread from the royal city to the entire country.

However, even though the country wasted so much energy, the human-shaped light that only appeared for a moment never appeared again.

The huge sense of gap made everyone present at the time feel abandoned.

But that's not the worst...

Three consecutive sacrifices, each more grand and elaborate than the last, would not cause civil strife or serious damage to the Kingdom of Mosor, but it would certainly lead to complaints from people who did not know the truth and a decline in trust in the king.

After all, the people have never experienced the coming of the projection of the Lord of Eternal Light...

All they saw was the exaggeration of wasting armaments for real-time synchronization.

All they heard were cries that spread across the country but had no effect.

Is the king crazy?

The thought came from nowhere and from nobody, but it spread like a plague.

Suspicion, questioning, distrust, disgust, resistance, ambition...

This series of negative thoughts came from the Lord of Eternal Light, but after he was unwilling to leave a mark, they gradually became reality on the entire Tianji Star.

The source of this was the God-seeking plan initiated by the Mosor royal family.

The once powerful Kingdom of Mosor naturally could not safely escape the chaotic moment later known as the Dark Disaster.

Because, if the gods of order come, then the gods of chaos can also come.

The Sky Star, which originally had no gods, was opened in an incorrect way and summoned an abnormal God of Order. This was originally nothing.

However, the dark forces who have been keeping an eye on the Lord of Eternal Light will not miss the opportunity to set a trap.

The Dark Evil God, the Four Chaos Demons... all followed the "network cable" pulled by the Lord of Eternal Light and touched the ordinary planets that they had never cared about before.

Fortunately, their eyes did not see the Ninghe Realm further away.

Fortunately, the Lord of Eternal Light's indifference also made them weaken the intensity of the pit.

As time went by, Tianji Star, which was worried that Ninghe Realm would bring disaster, reached the eve of the storm earlier than all the "worlds" that were worried about it.

There were not many professionals who were corrupted by using chaos energy on Skystar before, and the occasional "demons" that appeared were quickly eliminated by the kings of various countries.

However, the spread and fermentation of the seeds of chaos caused this orderly management and control to become stuck or even paused.

When the first lord who controlled the "demon" for war appeared, the chaos on Skyrim could no longer be stopped.

Those so-called demons are actually indigenous professionals such as Chaos Warlocks and Chaos Warriors, who hide themselves in the whispers of the demon in their hearts.

The demons who were "destroyed" after being corrupted in the past, after being connected to the "Chaos Demon Realm" and being able to survive for a while, began a "sleeping on straw and tasting gall" struggle for the "God" they saw.

With chains around their necks, limbs, and hearts, they deceived and appeased the civilians who used to think of "demons" as monsters and giants.

On the one hand, they spare no effort to corrupt them and treat them as tools and consumables, and the rulers who think they have everything under control...

"Chaos is inevitable, chaos is unstoppable, only the Lord of Revelation can save us."

One day, a bald man with a chaos octagonal star branded on his forehead and skull-shaped octagonal star scars on both shoulders stood on the podium in King's Square and read loudly without restraint.

Opposite him was the fortress gate leading directly to the inner city of the Mosar Palace.

His speech naturally attracted the attention of the guards at the city gate, and soon after, a series of horse hoof sounds appeared in the square.

"Go, go, the king is coming!"

The square, which was originally crowded, quickly returned to "calm" amid the people's shouts of fear and the sound of nearby horse hooves.

The only one left was the bald man who was staring at the fortress gate and preaching the Lord of Apocalypse.

Galala~, the three-layered steel door that was originally closed only at night opened quickly as the guards worked hard to twist the winch.

Dadada! A few minutes later, an extremely tall knight arrived in front of the missionary.

"Who are you and how did you get here?"

The voice of the questioning was unusually muffled by the obstruction of the helmet.

But whether it was the bald man who was corrupted by chaos or the residents nearby who were brave enough to eavesdrop, they could all hear the extremely obvious fatigue, regret, and confusion.

"Your Majesty, I have brought you the salvation of the Lord of Apocalypse..."

The bald man, who was an ordinary guard not long ago, had no respect in his eyes when facing the king he once had to worship.

At this moment, flames quietly appeared in the depths of his pupils, and he could only ask the other party to lift up his visor.

"That's enough! Your damn evil god can't save me!"

Since the first time he met the Lord of Eternal Light, the king has seen too many lunatics like the one before him in the following 50 years.

Out-of-control demons, rebellious nobles, missionaries, priests...

King Mosor had heard many names of gods among all kinds of people.

Among them are mortals and transcendents, but not a single one can surpass the Lord of Eternal Light.

As for what he felt was right, there was not a single one.